Chapter 63: [63] : Irina’s Lewd Maid Outfit

~ Support & Read 17 Advanced Chapters on My Patreon! ~ Long Chapter✍️! .... When we stepped inside, Rias and the others froze, their eyes locked onto Xenovia and Irina standing beside me. Sona adjusted her glasses, a frown settling on her lips. "Are these... the Holy Sword wielders from the Church?" "Yep. And from now on, they're my personal maids." I grinned. For a moment, silence. Then— "Kyoya~ you never fail to amaze me," Akeno teased, placing a hand on her cheek. "You fought them just hours ago, and now they're under your wing? You're getting more and more... devious." I feigned offense, placing a hand on my chest dramatically. "Devious? Please! I'm simply a benevolent man offering shelter to two lost souls. Call it compassion!" The girls all rolled their eyes, their skepticism practically oozing from their expressions. I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. "Such ungrateful women. Keep this up, and I might just have to sneak into your rooms tonight and devour every last one of you." Rias and Sona flushed, Akeno's smirk widened, and Koneko scoffed. Asia, as expected, remained blissfully unaware, her head tilting in confusion. Aika, meanwhile, was struggling to hold back laughter. "Alright, enough messing around. Xenovia, Irina—I'll show you to your rooms. Get cleaned up." Xenovia nodded, unfazed, while Irina still looked like she wanted to argue. .... Not long after, Xenovia and Irina were in their assigned room, adjusting to their new environment. A sudden knock at the door made them both turn. Before they could even react, I pushed the door open, carrying a large cardboard box with a mysterious grin on my face. Irina narrowed her eyes. "What's that?" she asked warily, arms crossing in suspicion. I smirked. "Why don't you open it and find out? Consider it a special welcome gift." Irina huffed, but curiosity won out. "Tch, fine. Whatever." She flipped the flaps open— "....." And froze. A tense silence filled the room. Inside were dozens of maid outfits—each one more 'scandalous' than the last. Some had lace and frills, others came with thigh-highs, black stockings, cat ears, dog ears, and even fluffy tails. But the real kicker? The skirts were so short, they might as well have been nonexistent. Irina's face turned beet red. "Y-YOU PERVERT! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" I blinked innocently, tilting my head. "Huh? Maid outfits, obviously." "Maid outfits?! These are lewd maid outfits, you degenerate!" I shrugged, my expression remaining completely unbothered. "So? They're still maid outfits. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?" I turned to Xenovia, who had picked up one of the outfits and was studying it calmly. "Xenovia, what do you think?" She ran a hand over the fabric, her expression unreadable. "Hmm... I've never seen anything like these before. They seem... interesting." I turned back to Irina, grinning smugly. "See? Xenovia gets it. Unlike someone who's overreacting." "I am not wearing these!" Irina twitched violently. I placed a hand on my chin, feigning deep thought. "Ah, right. The Holy Sword wielders from the Church are supposed to be pure and virtuous. I'm sure your God wouldn't approve of such disobedience." Irina's jaw clenched, her hands balling into fists. "I'd rather jump off the roof than wear this filth." .... Minutes later, I sat comfortably on the couch, watching Irina struggle. "Are you done picking one out yet?" I asked, my impatience creeping in. "Shut up!" Irina snapped, still rifling through the outfits. "These skirts are way too short! Isn't there anything normal?!" I leaned back, arms folded behind my head. "Does it really matter? We're the only ones here." Irina glared at me, her cheeks still burning. "That's not the point!" I turned to Xenovia, who had already finished changing. "See? Xenovia looks great in hers." Irina stole a glance—and sure enough, Xenovia stood there, her maid uniform fitting her perfectly, the lace headband resting neatly on her head. She looked completely unfazed, adjusting the outfit like it was just another set of armor. "Damn pervert," Irina muttered under her breath. In the end, she reluctantly grabbed the least revealing outfit. "You have to leave while I change!" "It's only natural for a Master to watch his maid change." I grinned. Irina's entire body stiffened. "I'VE NEVER HEARD OF SUCH A RULE!" .... With her face burning red, Irina begrudgingly changed in front of me, her movements stiff and hesitant. I sat up straight, eyes locked on her as she slowly pulled the dress over her head. The blue maid outfit clung to her figure perfectly, accentuating every curve. The short skirt, paired with white thigh-high stockings, created the ultimate "absolute territory"—a visual attack of the highest order. Finally, she slumped, as if accepting her fate, and muttered, "There. Are you happy now?" "Very happy." I grinned, eyes gleaming. "Irina, I'm thirsty." "Ugh, I'll get you some water..." "Irina, my shoulders are sore." "..." .... Meanwhile, Rias, Sona, and the others had been watching from the hallway, their expressions frozen in disbelief. Akeno giggled, placing a hand over her mouth. "Ara~ Kyoya sure knows how to enjoy himself." Koneko folded her arms, clearly unimpressed. "Hmph. That pervert Kyoya-senpai just wanted them for himself. What a lecher." Rias sighed heavily, rubbing her temple. "Kyoya, seriously..." Then— Akeno turned to Rias, her smirk widening. "Rias, you're looking awfully frustrated. Could it be... jealousy?" Rias's brows twitched. "Jealous? Don't be ridiculous." "Then why don't you just give up?" Rias's eyes darkened. "Give up? So you can take the main wife position? Not happening." Sona pushed up her glasses, smirking slightly. "Oh, Rias, I can't just pretend I didn't hear that." "Then let's settle this," Rias said, her crimson eyes flashing. .... Later, as Irina sat silently on the bed, looking dejected, I reached over, patting her head gently. "It's just a maid outfit. No need to look so down." Irina sighed deeply. "Do I even have a future...?" Irina said, thinking about the dangers of their mission. Her expression was complicated. Xenovia, beside her, remained silent, her head lowered. Seeing her expression, I pulled her and Xenovia into a warm embrace. "You're my maids now," I whispered. "That means no one can hurt you. I promise." The girls stiffened—then slowly relaxed in my arms. Even if I was a shameless pervert, I was also the strongest shield they could ever have. "Alright, it's getting late. Get some rest. I'll help you with Kokabiel," I said, releasing them from the hug. "Thank you, Master," they replied in unison. After they left, I began to think about my next move. The Three Factions Peace Conference was approaching, and I needed to increase my power as much as possible. Kokabiel, a high-ranking Fallen Angel, would undoubtedly offer a Black Grade reward at the very least. Then there were Xenovia, Irina, and possibly Valper Galilei to consider—I could gain a lot of rewards from this upcoming conflict. It seemed my dream was within reach. "Today was a good day," I thought. ❁❁❁❁ ~ 17 Advanced Chapters Available on Patreon! https://p-atreon.com/dragonnx (Just remove the hyphen to access Patreon normally.)