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Chapter 9 by MidbossMan MidbossMan

What's coming tomorrow?

Beginning of Day 2: Room service

Shuichi was the type-- or perhaps had become the type-- who wished to use even their dreams productively, digesting the day's events and making sense of them. Instead, he found himself having a bizarre dream in which, while freezing cold, he was spun around in something like a gyroscope. His body felt unable to make any significant movements-- partially paralyzed, with an inability to grab the covers up to his chest. By the time he finally woke up, the boy was covered in sweat, which clung to yesterday's uniform and soaked into the bed. He found himself breathing heavily, but barely avoided screaming.

The nightmare vanished, but in its place, a new confusion took hold: he heard some sort of rustling coming from underneath the bed. "That's where I left Erokid last night," he remembered in a panic. "Don't tell me he came back to life..." Nervously, he stood up from his bed, finally noticing that the party favors were all cleaned out of his room as well, along with the crack the bolt had left in the wall earlier and the punch on his carpet. Somebody had gotten the place spotless while he was asleep... how was that even possible?

His fear died down as the dream from the past night faded from his memory he considered what the state of the bear under his bed must be. If Erokid was still alive somehow, he wasn't likely to pose a lot of threat. If anything, it'd just mean another weird scene between him and his siblings later. With a dubious frown, the boy pulled up the fringes of the sheets hanging below his bed.

Instead of Erokid, what awaited him was someone's round, pale buttocks, clad in black panties with white frills around the hems and ribbons in an over-blown gothic style. The person was wearing a black skirt, but it was so short that even if they weren't bent over, it'd show the underside of their buttocks just from standing. The figure wore long, white stockings but no shoes-- he later realized those were left by the doorway. The curvaceous shape of the hips and long legs coming from under the bed let him know that it must be a woman; when they spotted him and swung out from underneath, then rose to their impressive full height, he confirmed his suspicion.

Kirumi Tojo stood in front of him with her hands crossed at the miniature, lap-sized apron atop her fetish maid skirt. While her hair was still styled the same way, everything else about her ordinarily modest and tasteful outfit had changed, with a sweeping bust-line down to the vertical center of her breasts and a bow-tied choker at her neck, along with white gloves in place of her usual black. "I apologize for waking you. I came in to clean your room and assumed I'd be able to finish without disturbing you. If I'd just been 6 seconds faster, I could have finished," she began, showing off more cleavage than she probably intended mid-bow.

"I-It's fine, Kirumi," Shuichi answered her. In the past, this girl had also carried out a **** with the intention of escaping from the killing school game. Her driving motivation was the knowledge that she had to escape and serve the Prime Minister, who'd charged her with the guidance of all of Japan's people. He wondered if she knew about all of that now, or if she was simply focused on being the Ultimate Maid. Was there any point in thinking of any of that, when Tsumugi had said all of those talents and backstories were fabricated? Thinking about it made his head hurt. "The way you're dressed, though-"

Kirumi closed her eyes with a small frown, then adjusted her top up for modesty by pinching it with two fingers. "This is the way a maid dresses. My sincerest apologies if I've made you uncomfortable. I'm pleased that you've remembered my name; I was afraid our introductions earlier were too brief," she continued, as he tried to keep his eyes on her face, instead of her half-exposed rack or her long, womanly legs. "Shuichi, you're still wearing your uniform? If you'd like, I'll wait outside while you change. I'd like to take it with the rest of the laundry."

Shuichi reminded himself that this girl was obsessed with serving others; she'd probably gone through every unlocked room and cleaned them in the same fashion. He wondered how the others had reacted to seeing that new outfit... Whatever the case, he didn't feel right, making her stand around outside in it. "Would you mind waiting in the bathroom while I change?" he questioned.

"... Going into a boy's bathroom is a bit..." Kirumi murmured, lowering her eyebrows and looking suspicious. "I don't think I told you before, but I will refuse any requests of a sexual nature."

Hearing her say that when he'd awoken to find her flashing her ass at him was a little ridiculous. Impatient, Shuichi pointed one finger. "I think you should take some time to look in the mirror... You can do that in the bathroom," he repeated, drawing a line through the air towards the bathroom. No sooner had he done it than he noticed the error in those instructions; Kirumi's eyes had already flashed with that odd, electronic light. "Wait, don't-!"

"I understand," Kirumi nodded, disobeying his instructions completely and proceeding towards the bathroom. He ran after her but paused in the doorframe, watching with shock as she climbed into the shower and turned on the water. While he watched with clenched teeth, water shot down from the showerhead and drenched her already immodest uniform as well as her face, causing her to sputter and avert her eyes with a confused, agitated expression, as though she'd just been caught in some completely unexpected accident. "Shuichi, what is this?!"

"It's just a shower!" he reminded her, while moving into the doorframe of the shower and twisting the knob to turn it off. This left him in close proximity with the drenched maid and he found himself wishing he had his hat brim to pull down over his wandering eyes. The girl's unique, gray swirled hair had lost its neat bob and now hung plastered around the nape of her neck, with the long bangs partially covering both eyes. Her top had slid down to the point he could see she was braless; her nipples stood out as points of color among her otherwise pale body, tipping the elegant, mid-sized bell shape of each unrestrained breast. The white apron and socks were both soaked and everything clung tightly to her shape. "Kirumi, I'm so sorry!"

"It's no problem. I'll fix this defective shower after you've finished in your room for the morning," she responded, then allowed her eyes to follow his downward. Her teeth clenched and her face reddened as she noticed her uniform's top had slipped off. "Oh my... I-I apologize!"

"No, that was-!"

"Shuichi, I must retire to my own room for a moment! Please forgive my indignant appearance! I'll submit to whatever punishment you feel is appropriate later today," she finished with a bow, awkwardly holding the top up with one hand and wearing an embarrassed, frustrated expression. Before he could stop her, she slipped around him, briefly pressing her body to his own, before frantically running out the room, leaving her shoes at the door.

"... Dammit!" Shuichi hissed to himself, clutching both fists to his head. That wasn't the first impression he wanted to make on Kirumi at all and it certainly broke his philosophy of leaving those who didn't deserve to be manipulated by Triggers out of it. Worse yet, he hadn't even received his missions yet... If there was anything to be cleared by that comedy of errors, he probably wouldn't get credit for it. At least he could go ahead and scratch 20 Ero Points off the list for today...

Plus, if he was thinking honestly, alone in his shower and now changing out of his dirty clothes so that the physiology of his lower body was clear to him, he could deny the game to the bears' faces all he wanted and to himself with his internal logic, but that one part of him was pretty clear how he felt. Seeing Kirumi's shower-soaked hair and flesh, along with her bare breasts, at such close proximity had dragged a big reaction out of him. It was every bit as absurd as the sorts of things that had happened during the killing game, but the relative harmlessness of it had its own dangers. Comparing the two games this way practically begged him to give up his resistance...

"I'll have to give her a real apology later. That was a huge mistake..." he murmured to himself, before turning on an especially cold shower to try to rid himself of the guilty erection that close encounter had given him. The shower also gave him time to think... it seemed that Kirumi wasn't the one who cleaned his room up, or else, she'd have definitely mentioned a weird, dead bear doll underneath his bed. But who else could have done it in his sleep? Thinking about the mystery took some of the edge off of his horniness, to his relief.

What will Shuichi do next?

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