Vol. 5 Chapter 1.1 – Prologue: A New Sensation

“Houu………………”

Kaga Ryousuke let out a breath without thinking.

“Ahun.”

Another sigh slipped out. Two maid were looking down at Ryousuke with eyes as if they were staring at something unpleasant.

That gaze, somehow, made his skin tingle with a zokuzoku feeling.

Yes, Ryousuke was now about to step onto a new stage.

‘I mean, um, being restrained by cute maid-sans is… incredibly exciting!’

While feeling the burden pressing down on his body, Ryousuke formed a sly grin inside his heart.

When he recalled his current situation, he was pinned down by a maid and forced face down on the bed. That maid-san was straddling his back just like that, making sure Ryousuke could not move. Meanwhile, the second maid was firmly holding down both of Ryousuke’s arms.

By the two maid, Ryousuke was tightly restrained.

The wakuwaku, the zokuzoku, and the bikubiku kept spreading more and more inside Ryousuke.

Because they were maids, you know? They wore orthodox maid outfits with black one piece dresses, the skirt spreading out to the sides and reaching down to around the ankles. From beneath the hem, a little bit of lace frills could be seen, and the white ankles that were probably wrapped in stockings looked wonderful.

Of course, they also had white aprons and white headbands.

They were maid through and through.

And one of those maid was riding on his back, conveying the existence known as body weight directly through her buttocks.

It was like something was coming. It made him shiver with zokuzoku.

“AraAra?”

It seemed that the shivering feeling had shown on his face. The woman with enormous breasts, wearing a negligee, made a puzzled expression.

“It is dangerous, so please do not come any closer.”

The dignified maid straddling Ryousuke’s back said so in a calm voice.

The fullness of her buttocks and her body heat were transmitted to his back, and a jiwajiwa feeling of happiness spread throughout his entire body. When that happened, Ryousuke’s face ended up grinning again.

“…As expected of a pervert who comes crawling in at night. And on top of that, you are gripping someone’s panties in that hand.”

The tall maid holding down his arms groaned.

“Recent pervert are really quite high spec, aren’t they?”

The woman in the negligee placed her left hand against her cheek and tilted her head slightly.

“Anyway, we will restrain him so that he does not struggle. Hild, bend this pervert’s arms.”

Ryousuke did not resist at all, letting the maid called Hild do as she pleased. Because he hated pain, and

‘I came to save Mina… I need them to listen to me’

That fundamental premise existed. Unlike mere lewd thoughts, Ryousuke’s reason had not forgotten that.

As a result, his arms were crossed behind his back.

What were they going to do to him next? As he waited, wondering that,

Gachari.

With his arms still crossed behind his back, handcuffs were placed around his wrists.

‘To think I even had handcuffs put on me by maids… isn’t this completely a restraint play?’

The kind of stimulation you rarely get to experience overwhelmed Ryousuke with excitement. I’ll never forget this feeling! While he was making that firm resolve, the tall maid-san called Hild said something rather rude.

“Ugh, this guy… he’s grinning. He’s not going to start thrashing around, right?”

Ryousuke turned back with an uncharacteristically serious expression.

“How rude. I admit I’m a pervert and I’m horny. But, I’m not the kind of pervert who forces his preferences on others or actually lays a hand on girls!”

“R-Really?”

Because Hild reflexively asked for confirmation, Ryousuke nodded with his very best smile.

“Hild, don’t take him at his word.”

The dignified maid chided her.

“But Urs, he doesn’t look all that evil, does he?”

When Hild said that, the dignified maid—apparently named Urs—shook her head calmly from side to side.

“Sex offenders deceive women with gentle faces.”

“Wait, wait, wait, that’s why I keep telling you, I am not a sex offender. I admit that I have dirty thoughts, and I’m a bit of a pervert who enjoys being messed with in various ways, but I’m not the kind of dangerous pervert who would actually lay a hand on a girl. That’s right, you could say I’m a safe pervert!”

Ryousuke tightened his face and protested. Yes, girls are treasures. He would never do anything to hurt them. In fact, he wants to be helpful to girls. He wants to protect them. That is Ryousuke’s policy. He would not let anyone deny that part of himself.

And more than anything, right now, he just wants to be set free as soon as possible so he can go look for Mina.

“I cannot simply trust those words. To begin with, was it not you yourself who tried to crawl into Lady Almeia’s bed at night?”

“Lady Almeia?”

At Urs’s words, Ryousuke tilted his head in confusion.

“Don’t try to pretend you don’t know. Lady Almeia Restall, the head of the Restall family.”

“Nice to meet you, pervert-san.”

A woman in a negligee (with big breasts) slowly bowed her head. Reflexively, Ryousuke, even though he was still bound, lowered his head a little as well, and then realized.

“…Restall?”

“Yes, I am Restall.”

“Um, by any chance, are you related to Lisara?”

“Related? Lisara-chan is my daughter, you know?”

“………………..”

The big-breasted woman in front of him is Lisara’s mother?

Impossible.

That’s impossible!

The woman who called herself Almeia had slightly reddish hair, a slender nose, drooping eyes, and thick, sexy lips—a very adult, seductive lady. However, her expression and gestures still retained a general sense of youthfulness, and at times, she even looked like a young girl.

Certainly, there were many similarities to Lisara, like her reddish hair and slender nose.

However, the sharpness that Lisara had could not be felt from Almeia.

And no matter how you look at it, she did not appear to be the age of Lisara’s mother.

She felt like an older sister with a bit of maturity and a nurturing aura.

“More than anything…”

Ryousuke muttered.

“More than anything.”

“Haa, more than anything what?”

“Isn’t it weird?!”

He shouted. Overcome by sadness, Ryousuke cried out in a voice filled with grief.

“F-cup, fluffy and warm, perfectly soft and the ultimate breasts!”

“Oh my.”

Almeia, looking embarrassed, pressed both cheeks with her hands.

“But your daughter, Lisara’s breasts… No, they can’t even be called breasts, it’s just a chest. For a daughter’s chest to be that flat, with nothing at all, to the point where you can’t feel even the slightest potential for growth, to have such an overly modest, too modest, pitifully flat chest, isn’t that just too sad for Lisara?!”

Now, with all his feelings poured into it, Ryousuke began to cry.

So unfortunate.

So much disparity.

Is it really acceptable for something so unfair to exist!

“Oh, Lisara-chan.”

At Almeia’s murmur, Ryousuke looked up.

Lisara Restall was standing there.

Long, silky red hair, a well-defined face, slender arms and legs, a trim waist, a small, shapely butt—no matter what anyone said, she was an exquisite beauty.

That is, except for her completely flat chest…

“Y-yo.”

Ryousuke called out. But there was no answer.

Lisara just looked down, clenching her fists, shaking with frustration.

“Hey, um… Lisara-san?”

When Ryousuke said that, Lisara suddenly raised her head.

“I-I’m not bothered by it at all. If they’re big, your shoulders get stiff, they’re heavy, they get in the way during exercise, and they’re just unnecessary. I’m not bothered by it at all.”

Lisara ran her fingers through her hair and declared.

“Yeah, I’m not bothered by it at all.”

It sounded like Lisara’s voice was getting a bit higher…

“I told you I’m not bothered by it, not at all!”

She said it again. Her voice was definitely getting higher.

“Uh, I mean, sorry, that was my bad.”

Still bound, Ryousuke pressed his forehead to the bed and apologized.

Then, he heard stomping footsteps, and Lisara jumped onto the bed with a bosun sound. She shoved her face right in front of Ryousuke’s and yelled.

“I told you, I’m not bothered about my chest! I really, really mean it!”

Her eyes were slightly teary.

Looking straight into those moist eyes, Ryousuke slowly opened his mouth.

“Lisara.”

“What?”

“I was wrong.”

“I said I’m not bothered by it—w-what is it?”

Just as Lisara was about to object, Ryousuke, still tied up, shuffled closer.

Their noses were almost touching.

“It’s true you don’t have a chest. But, listen, I’ve seen a lot of girls and had plenty of fantasies, so I’ll say this for certain. Lisara, you’re cute, and you’re beautiful. Even without a chest, you’re a top-class beauty. I swear on my pervy soul.”

He declared. That was how he honestly felt. Since he had hurt Lisara, the least he could do was to sincerely tell her what he really thought. That was the best sincerity Ryousuke could offer.

But after saying that, he felt a little embarrassed. Actually, he was really embarrassed, so Ryousuke laughed awkwardly to cover it up.

“W-well, you know, ahahaha, I’m a pervert after all. Yeah, I think I’ve got a pretty good eye for girls, yeah… Right, Lisara?”

She didn’t react at all. Lisara just sat there, frozen, her face bright red.

“Hey, Lisara?”

“Eh!?”

Lisara let out a surprised voice. Her body jerked, and chon—

Lisara’s nose brushed against Ryousuke’s.

“…O-oh.”

Ryousuke, surprised, pulled his face back.

“Ah…”

Lisara followed Ryousuke with her eyes.

“W-what?”

“Eh? Uh, it’s nothing, really, nothing at all.”

Lisara stood up awkwardly, her gaze darting around.

Then, still kneeling, she froze again. She really freezes a lot…

“Aunt, Hild, it’s fine to say that Kyuru wins the bet, right?”

At some point, a cute girl with fluffy chestnut hair—Kyuru Zeria—had entered the room and was sitting on the sofa, smiling wryly. At her feet, Ryousuke’s pet dog Caesar let out a big yawn.

“What’s this, I really thought they’d go all the way and kiss.”

Hild shook her head in disappointment and respectfully placed a scone in front of Kyuru.

“To begin with, making things like Lisara-ojou-sama kissing a part of the bet is just…”

Urs protested, face red, but Hild just laughed wryly, saying, “Don’t be so stiff.”

As for Almeia, the mother, she looked a bit disappointed as she handed her own scone over to Kyuru.

“Geez, I always thought she was shy, but Lisara-chan really is so hopelessly shy.”

“Fufufu, there’s no way Lisara-oneesama could be that bold. Looks like Kyuru, who bet that she wouldn’t be able to kiss, is the sole winner.”

While listening to Kyuru’s laughter and watching her shrug, Lisara glared at Ryousuke.

“Eh, hey, um, is this my fault?”

“D-d… it doesn’t matter, Ryousuke, it’s your fault—!”

Lisara yelled, grabbing a pillow.

“That’s unreasonable—mmph!?”

With her eyes squeezed tightly shut, Lisara whacked him with the pillow.

“Ugh, mmph, stop, stop it! My arms are still tied… hey, that really hurts even with a pillow!”

“I don’t want to hear anything!”

“Please—mmph, ugh, at least listen to me—!”

Ryousuke was relentlessly pummeled with the pillow…