A cosplay maid outfit—flimsy fabric, cheap partywear,
the kind of joke costume you’d find at a discount store.
Completely impractical for actual service, it prioritized cuteness over function: a deep chest cutout, a miniskirt that barely covered her thighs, and other risqué elements.
By traditional standards, it was heresy to even call it a maid outfit.
Can such a thing be called maid clothes?
This deserves a call out!
It was a maid outfit.
A polar extreme achieved by deliberately ignoring its original purpose.
And the one wearing it was Shiragiku Hakua.
Though not as exaggerated as Meina’s, her proportions surpassed those of an average high schooler. The young lady, raised on fine cuisine, had a body as sweet as a sugar confection.
In other words…
Everything was on the verge of spilling out!
But the real problem was that Hakua, known for her serious demeanor, was the one wearing it.
Naturally, expecting her to match Meina’s playful energy was impossible. With her ears burning red, Hakua let out a near-scream:
“This isn’t what it looks like!!”
“Even if you say that…” Izumi thought coolly.
People apparently grow calmer when faced with unexpected situations. “I never wanted to learn this in a scenario like this,” Izumi lamented deeply in his heart.
Hakua fidgeted, hiding her legs behind the apron’s hem as she weakly stammered excuses:
“W-Well, Akeboshi-san said this was the only thing available, so I had no choice…!”
“You don’t have any casual clothes…?”
Could a cosplay maid outfit technically count as casual wear? Right now, that thought alone felt like enough material for a decent report.
Even Nanao, usually unflappable, blushed in bewilderment.
“Student Council President… you’re totally—”
“NANASE-SAN! You of all people shouldn’t be saying that!”
Only Meina pouted, visibly displeased.
“A newlywed’s apron is supposed to be lingerie-style, you know~? But our Student Council President threw a fit, insisting she wouldn’t wear that~”
“O-Of course! A lingerie apron is far too indecent!”
Izumi nearly spat blood at this outrageous revelation.
His mind involuntarily conjured an image of Hakua in a lingerie apron inside his home—so flustered, he slammed his head against the wall with a thud. Nanao watched with amusement, muttering, “Whoa…”
Ignoring Izumi, Hakua and Meina grew increasingly animated. After scrutinizing Hakua’s outfit, Meina nodded solemnly.
“But honestly? This maid outfit might’ve been the right choice after all~”
“See?! My judgment wasn’t wrong!”
Meina enthusiastically agreed:
“The niche appeal skyrockets!”
“I’m changing! I’ll wear the lingerie apron!”
“No, just put on normal clothes—”
By now, no one acknowledged Izumi’s feeble protests.
(But for Hakua-nee to go along with such a ridiculous prank…?)
Izumi’s skepticism was justified.
He understood Meina—though they’d only met a week ago, her mischievous nature was obvious.
But the ever-serious Hakua…?
Desperately, he searched for an answer.
(No way…!)
The conclusion he reached was
something Izumi could hardly believe.
Yet nothing else explained this situation. With absolute certainty, Izumi placed a hand on Hakua’s shoulder.
“Shiragiku-senpai… no, Hakua-nee.”
“…!”
Startled by his sudden intensity, Hakua stiffened.
(Huh? Izumi-kun, looking this serious… Could it be!?)
She recalled the words spoken when she was handed this scandalous outfit:
“Izumi-sama is, after all, inexperienced in matters of love~ Just show a little skin, and he’ll fold instantly~♪”
Though skeptical, Hakua—a scion of the Shiraguki family, famed for their [Brilliant Minds]—had gone along with it in the heat of the moment…
Had it actually worked!? Her heart raced as Izumi spoke gravely:
“You… just wanted to have a cosplay party, didn’t you?”
“WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?!!”
A predictable outcome!
Such tactics only worked after expressing genuine affection. Half-hearted seduction without that foundation? Just painful for everyone.
As Hakua slumped in defeat, Nanao and Meina giggled mischievously nearby.
“Hey, Meina-chan. Think I should try the maid outfit too?”
“Oh, we’ve got one more set~ Let’s change in the other room~”
Hakua shrieked, her face crimson with humiliation:
“Akeboshi-SAN?! YOU HAD ANOTHER ONE THIS WHOLE TIME?!”
“Oops, just remembered~”
“LIAR! I’M CHANGING TOO!”
As they bickered and scampered off, Izumi caught himself staring—not at their backsides, of course. Really. Trust him.
With a sigh, he muttered:
(Hakua-nee… seems to be having fun.)
To Izumi, Hakua had always been the image of a proper, serious lady. Seeing her interact so freely with girls her age was… refreshing.
Lost in thought, he barely noticed Meina cheerfully turning back:
“We’ll bring one for Izumi-sama too~♪”
“Seriously…?”
Somehow, this had turned into a full-blown cosplay party. Izumi braced himself for the impending chaos.
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Several minutes later…
Izumi’s living room was engulfed in pure pandemonium.
A surreal scene unfolded: Izumi, dressed as a young master, attended by three stunning maids.
Nanao, seated beside him on the sofa, offered a slice of pizza with a sweet smile.
“Here, Izumi-kun. Pizza~♡”
“Uh, thanks…”
As he chewed the cold, congealed cheese, a hollow emptiness filled his mouth.
“What even is this…?”
“C’mon, didn’t you say you wanted to go to a mixer with Satou-kun?~♪”
“THIS ISN’T A MIXER!”
Izumi’s harem gathering—now a reality.
Nanao giggled, poking his nose playfully.
“A young master, waited on by girls, trying to act mature~ You’re kinda cool, Izumi-kun♡”
“STOP FLIRTING BEFORE I CAN EVEN PROCESS THIS!”
Izumi had long given up resisting affection. His conditioning was nearly complete.
“Meina. What’s with this setting?”
“Hmm? This is totally normal these days~”
“In what world?!” Izumi wanted someone to fact-check that immediately.
Ignoring his exhaustion, the girls grew even livelier. Meina produced mysterious chopsticks, coloring their tips with markers.
“Alright, let’s start King’s Game~♡”
“THE SETTING!!”
This was just a cosplay mixer now.
If Satou saw this, he’d probably drown in darkness and attempt world domination.
Meina raised the chopsticks ceremoniously and declared:
“Now… whoever wants to be king~♪”
“Meee~♡”
“AT LEAST FOLLOW THE RULES!?”
A democracy where anyone could volunteer—
truly a fair world.
Nanao won the first round. The climax had arrived prematurely.
Smiling, she issued her decree:
“Izumi-kun shall kiss the king’s cheek~♡”
“THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS!”
This was just a thinly veiled desire exhibition.
Undeterred, Nanao batted her eyelashes.
“Izumi-kun. Is it really that bad?”
“Ugh…!”*
This was no time for hesitation.
Just as Izumi teetered on surrender, an unexpected savior appeared.
“N-No! Absolutely not!”
Hakua.
She wedged herself between Izumi and Nanao, blocking the “reward”—a coup d’état.
“Izumi-kun must be raised with purity! Such indecent acts are too soon!”
“Are you his overprotective mom?”
A household with extreme ideals. Hakua, the strict “mother,” was wearing a risqué maid outfit—a recipe for domestic collapse.
Despite Izumi’s protests, Meina remained unfazed.
“Fufu~ So lewd things are off-limits?”
“Yes! Even if Izumi-kun desires it, such acts must wait for the right time!”
“False accusations keep piling up…”
With a wry smile at their exchange, Nanao stepped in to mediate.
Though, to be honest, this woman was the root cause of it all—yet somehow, she acted as if she bore no blame. It was truly troublesome.
“Now, now. Student Council President, just for today, let’s drop the formalities.”
“Nanase-san! I won’t fall for your smooth talk!”
Hakua made no effort to hide her hostility… No, really—why was Izumi so oblivious, even when it was this obvious? It was truly baffling.
Then, as Hakua defiantly refused to participate in the King’s Game, Meina spoke up with deliberate theatrics.
“My, my~ Are you sure about that?”
“W-what? No matter how sharp your intellect is, you can’t possibly beat me. I’ll have my father—”
As Hakua shamelessly tried to wield her father’s influence, Meina leaned in and whispered softly in her ear.
“Shall I tell Izumi-sama about that room~?”
“…………!?”
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