The night was quiet. The motorcycle sat in the yard, unused for a while but perfectly clean—someone must be wiping it down daily. The little white cat who hated crowds was nowhere to be seen; she was likely at the apartment.
The house was dark and silent. Makoto, Ai, and the others had gone home. The resident Obata family was likely asleep, and Alex didn't want to wake them. He led Tsubaki to his bedroom, leaving a resentful Mila outside.
"Master, is this really okay? Mila looks..." Tsubaki hesitated. She didn't want to cause a rift by excluding her.
"It's fine. Mila isn't some temperamental child. I told you, tonight is for my maid." Alex looked around the room. It was clean and well-kept. "Tonight is for you alone."
"As for Mila... she won't throw a fit, but she is a woman; she'll get jealous. I'll make it up to her in a few days. Don't worry." Alex plopped down on the bed, spreading his arms.
The familiar surroundings made him relax.
"I see." Tsubaki felt relieved. She feared her Master and Mila would fight because of her, but she was overthinking it. The women around Alex were good people; they weren't petty. And even if they were, Master would soon "train" them out of it.
She wasn't afraid of offending anyone; she just didn't want Master to be caught in the middle. She looked out the window and saw Mila looking up at the second floor with a pouting face before driving away. She couldn't help but giggle.
Soon, the elegant maid focused on the room. She was surprised. His room was unexpectedly small—just a desk, a wardrobe, and a bed. Manga and consoles were neatly arranged. The wardrobe contained not just male clothes but female underwear and bras, too... clearly, girls had stayed here.
But overall, it was so... ordinary.
To Tsubaki, even the bed seemed a bit small compared to the luxury suites at the apartment. It was hard to imagine that her powerful Master lived in such a humble place.
Alex didn't notice her surprise. He patted the space beside him. Tsubaki understood instantly, leaning down to rest her head in the crook of his arm. They lay there in the quiet, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.
"Master, have you always lived here?"
"Mhm... why? Think it's too plain?"
Tsubaki turned on her side to look at his face. In the dim light, his features were blurred, but his presence was vivid. "Yes, I thought..."
"Tsubaki, you were a noble lady, but I'm just an ordinary guy." Alex smelled the faint fragrance on her. Her breath on his cheek was warm.
"Master is anything but ordinary," Tsubaki whispered after a moment. She leaned in, her nose brushing his neck. "Even if you were, I am your maid. That will never change."
"Why the sudden sentimentality?" Alex laughed. "You did a good job today. You tortured that blonde brat until he died in despair. You don't want the Bormann fortune, so I thought of another way to compensate you. Consider it a reward."
"A reward?"
Tsubaki was stunned. "I don't need a reward. That fortune belongs to you anyway, and the power I have was given by you... besides, I've already received my reward."
Thinking of the pleasure in the garden, she blinked shyly. "That was the best gift Master could give me."
"That may be," Alex slapped her perky butt, the flesh rippling with elasticity. "But this is my gift to you. If you refuse, you're refusing my feelings. You sure you don't want it?"
"..." Tsubaki was speechless. She eventually mumbled, "Master, you're so cunning... I'll accept it."
"You make it sound like you're losing out. This reward is a new ability—a very rare and powerful one."
"An ability? I already have them." Her Gun Mastery and Combat Mastery had turned her from a fragile lady into an elegant, lethal maid. An all-purpose maid, even.
"Those are just standard skills. You are my maid—my Head Maid. You need more power to manage the other slaves. Unless you don't want to...?"
"No, I want to!" Tsubaki sat up abruptly. "Whether it's handling trouble, managing slaves, or taking care of Master's daily needs and protection... I can do it all!"
"You sound like a 'Perfect Superwoman'."
"Does Master not like that?"
"No, I love it."
Tsubaki leaned back into his arms. "Thinking back, I didn't even know how to do chores at first. Now I'm a master of housework and cooking, and I have these powers. Once I learn management from Miss Mila and absorb more knowledge, I truly will be that superwoman."
"Everyone's going to think I'm playing favorites," Alex said. Even Mila only had one ability, whereas Tsubaki now had three. Of course, [Space Manipulation] was in a different league than combat skills, which was why Alex wanted to give Tsubaki something more.
He truly did plan to turn her into a perfect assistant. She was his personal maid, after all.
He kissed her, and during the deep kiss, he transferred his [Ultra Instinct] to her. He realized that this ability would maximize the effectiveness of her gun and combat skills. All that was left was to slowly boost her attributes.
He wasn't in a hurry. He had noticed that the higher his own attributes became, the more likely a girl's attributes would increase during sex, especially if there was a large gap between them. The succubus from before had only increased once after several sessions; the probability was low.
Their lips parted, a silver thread connecting them. Tsubaki felt the new power surging within her—the miraculous [Ultra Instinct]. She could even feel her Master's inner cravings.
"Master... you want it, don't you?" Tsubaki blinked seductively, unzipping her dress. He had only vented once tonight; it clearly wasn't enough. "The night is long. I'll make sure Master vents everything~~"
"Nngh—"