Maid 3: Mei, 18 year old

One day, you decide to visit your grandfather in his study. As you step inside, the sight that greets you stops you in your tracks. Your grandfather sits in his leather chair, and on his lap is one of his maids, Ayumi, tall and slender, with long, straight blonde hair that cascades down her back. She has striking green eyes and a model-like figure. The scene is intimate, far more personal than you ever wanted to witness.

"I'm sorry!" you mutter, stumbling over your words as you try to retreat.

"Stay," your grandfather commands with unsettling calmness. His voice remains casual even as Ayumi continues her presence on his lap. His hands fondling her breasts. "Things like this happen in every mansion. Rich and powerful men have always kept younger women to satisfy their physical urges. It's perfectly normal."

You grimace, the sight of the blonde-haired maid, so close to your age, making you uneasy. "Dad didn’t agree with things like this. That's why he left."

"Your father ran from his responsibilities," your grandfather replies coldly, his hand moving inside Ayumi's panties. "All men have physical urges. This is no different from eating. Just remember, maids are nothing more than furniture! Don’t think otherwise and develop feelings for them."

His words echo in your mind as you leave the study, a storm of dark thoughts swirling within you. Did you make a mistake coming here? The reality of your family's legacy seems far more twisted than you had imagined.

Lost in your thoughts, you nearly collide with another maid in the hallway. It's Mei, the shy and reserved maid. She is petite and delicate, with porcelain skin and innocent brown eyes. She has short, straight red hair that falls just above her shoulders.

She looks at you with her innocent brown eyes, a hint of concern in her expression. "Are you okay?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.