Vol. 1 Chapter 1.1 – Maid – Itou Chitose

Light streamed in through the half-opened curtain.

In the place where light and shadow crossed, a young man sat in a chair, spending a quiet afternoon.

—I desire to see panties.

Hmm…?

That sudden thought drifting into his mind struck him as strange.

In the room, a maid was preparing tea.

Trying to guess the type of tea leaf from the drifting aroma had become one of his secret pleasures.

His name was Goutokuji Issei.

A seventeen-year-old attending a public high school, but also the master of this mansion.

The estate, the grounds, the lavish furnishings within—everything, absolutely everything, belonged to him. Ever since he inherited the position of head of the family at the age of twelve, the entire zaibatsu had been in his hands.

The maid—was a woman who had served him since childhood. She was probably a few years older than him.

He didn’t know exactly.

He had asked once in the past, but for some reason, she scolded him then.

She said, “It’s impolite to ask a lady her age.”

“Obocchama. Shall I serve the scones with marmalade jam?”

The maid asked. Issei responded with silence.

They knew each other well. That silence conveyed affirmation.

All of the jams made by her—Chitose—were homemade, and among them, her orange marmalade was exquisite.

Chitose brewed the tea and began slicing the cake.

Her upper body moved as she bent at the waist. That waist, wrapped in the black skirt of her maid outfit, held a soft feminine curve.

His eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to that waist.

A certain sensation he had never felt before in his life began to stir within him.

The skirt of the maid outfit—further beneath it—

What should be there—he wanted to see it.

—I desire to see panties.

That impulse had a strength that was nearly impossible to resist.

Yes. I want to see them. For some reason, I just want to.

He decided to voice that feeling just as it was.

“I desire to see panties.”

“…Excuse me?”

Chitose stopped what she was doing and turned to face him.

Her mouth was hanging open in shock.

As a genius, Issei was used to such reactions from ordinary people. When dealing with commoners, one had to repeat oneself.

“I desire to see panties.”

“…I’m sorry, what?”

Chitose made the same expression again, her eyes wide open.

“Must I say it three times? …Well, fine. It’s you, after all. I’ll say it just once more. —I desire to see panties.”

“U-Um…Obocchama? That kind of joke is a bit—”

“It is not a joke. —Have I ever made a joke before?”

“No—. You haven’t… No, you haven’t—”

Chitose fell into thought for a moment.

Then she looked up and, with a smile so faint it looked like it might vanish, spoke to Issei.

“Obocchama, you’ve reached the age where such things interest you, haven’t you?”

“Enough, just show me your panties.”

Piki! Her expression froze in place. The faint smile that had lingered vanished completely.

“Obocchama… I understand now that you weren’t joking. But that’s sexual harassment. No—since you’re using your position, it’s power harassment too.”

“Is that so?”

“These days, things like that become an issue. A serious issue. You’re in a position to lead the Goutokuji Group, O-Bocchama, so you need to be careful. It’s only because I’m the one you’re talking to that this can be brushed off as a joke. If you said something like that to another servant—”

“That’s why I said—it’s not a joke. —This is the second time, you know?”

“Right now, I’m giving you a chance to treat it like a joke—that’s what I’m saying. ──Hai! Hai hai! The tea’s going to get cold, you know.”

Tea was served.

Scones with orange marmalade were placed alongside.

He took a sip of tea, then a bite of scone. Repeating that a few times, he pulled his smartphone out of his pocket.

He typed out a short message—just over a dozen characters. He gave the command.

Sent. 

──Done.

Before he even had to wait, a noisy voice came approaching down the hallway.

“Excuse meee! Obocchama! I’ve brought what you asked forrr!”

Garagara, the sound of a rolling cart echoed as a different maid entered the room.

“What is it now, Nanako. Honestly… so noisy.”

Chitose frowned, scolding her junior maid.

But the person in question──

“──Ah, Senpai! Ah, it’s tea time! Ah, tea! And scones too! So nice! So niiiice!”

Nanako practically abandoned the cart she was pushing and locked eyes onto the tea and scones on the table.

“Put what you brought over there. …Yes, stack it vertically.”

Issei gave the order. But Nanako didn’t move. Or rather, she hadn’t even heard him. Her eyes were locked on the sweets.

Issei paused for a moment in thought, then said:

“Once you’re done with work, you may have tea and scones.”

“Yes! Stack it, right?! Stack it vertically!”

Nanako sprang into action. Saku! She moved swiftly—lightning fast.

What she had brought on the cart were aluminum cases. From inside, she grabbed brick-sized items one after another, each one hitting the floor with a don!, a heavy thud.

She stacked them vertically.

“Eh…? Is that… money?”

Chitose’s expression twisted in shock.

What Nanako was stacking by hand were──bundles of cash.

“You said using my position to force something would be sexual harassment. Then I shall offer a legitimate reward. I am aware you’re employed in this household. …Though I don’t know the details, I believe something called a『salary』is paid. If this task falls outside your regular duties, I shall provide special『compensation』. …For now, shall we say a height equal to your own? ──Nanako. Stop there.”

“Yeees!! I’ve stacked it up to Senpai’s height, 160 centimeters!!”

Before Chitose stood a tower of cash, stacked perfectly to match her height.

“I know this stuff! A single bundle of bills is one million yen and one centimeter thick! ──Senpai, look, look! That’s 160 million yen!!”

Having completed her assigned task, Nanako dove at the tea and scones.

Now that he thought of it, he had given her permission to『eat it.』 But she’s really going for it, huh. Oh well.

“Aaahh~ As expected, today’s scones from Senpai are suuuper delicious!”

“Umm…Obocchama? This is… what exactly…?”

Chitose asked, alternating her gaze between the mountain of cash and Issei.

“Not enough?”

Issei replied.

He had no idea what the appropriate amount would be, so he’d simply had them stack it up to that point for now.

But if it wasn’t enough──

“Nanako, add more.”

“Mow fhoffoo! Faffe fe faa~~hi!”

Nanako seemed far too busy eating.

He would have to raise the amount. At least until Chitose nodded her head.

“That’s not what I meant!”

Chitose snapped with a stiff voice and a stiff expression.

“Honestly… it’s just so… sad and frustrating… That O-Bocchama has grown up like this—your mother must surely be weeping in the afterlife!”

“No. Mother is overseas.”

He hadn’t seen her in about three years, but she wasn’t dead or anything.

She had left everything in Japan to Issei when she went abroad to launch a new business in Europe. His father, meanwhile, was hopping between Russia, America, and the Middle East.

“Silence! I’m just saying that I’m that upset about this!”

“O-okay…”

Chitose glared at Issei.

Issei, for his part, didn’t feel anything in particular and calmly accepted her gaze.

Why Chitose was refusing to show her panties—he didn’t really understand.

The thoughts of ordinary people were often incomprehensible to a genius like him.

But one thing was clear: this was a problem on her side.

If the amount of money wasn’t enough, he was fully prepared to add more.

Seeing Chitose’s panties.

Because he thought, I want to see them.

That was a confirmed decision—unchanging.

“Haa…”

Chitose let out a deep, deep sigh.

“Obocchama has always been stubborn once he sets his mind on something…”

“Indeed. It’s quite rare for me to take back my words.”

“No matter what, you really… want to see them, is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes. No matter what.”

“Even if I come to despise you for it?”

“Contempt is an emotion for ordinary people. I do not concern myself with it.”

“Ahhh, Mooouu!”

Chitose raised her voice and reached for her skirt.

…But she stopped halfway.

She turned her face toward Nanako, who was still present.

“Nanako! How long do you plan on eating? ──House!”
──ハウス¹

“That’s so mean! Senpai, I’m not a dog, you know!”

Chitose turned her face back to Issei and pleaded with him.

“…Obocchama. At least let it be just the two of us. Please.”

“Nanako. …Leave the room.”

“Ehh?! But there are still scones le─”

“…You may take the scones with you.”

“Yay!”

Nanako left. The room immediately grew quiet.

The chirping of birds echoed faintly through the window. Even those sounds could now be heard.

Issei leaned forward in his chair. It looked like he was finally going to see panties.

“Your expression is stiff. Relax.”

“This is a face full of contempt. It’s a disgusted face.”

“I see.”

Issei nodded.

Even if she despised him—he still wanted to see her panties. That’s what he had said earlier. He would not contradict himself.

“Forcing someone to sell themselves with money…Obocchama, you’re truly the worst. The absolute worst. I can’t respect you at all as a gentleman.”

“You may insult me all you like… But you’re still not going to show me the panties?”

“──!!”

When he pointed out the most crucial part, Chitose’s face twisted.

“…I-I’ll show you!!”

She then reached for the hem of her maid uniform skirt.

The hem lifted about ten centimeters.

She paused there and looked at Issei.

“You’re not going to stop me…?”

“Of course not.”

The skirt rose again. Her legs, wrapped in stockings, began to show from the calves upward.

All maids of the Goutokuji household wore long skirts. It was a place never usually visible.

Issei stared fixedly at the gradually rising hem of the skirt.

When the skirt passed her knees, it paused again.

“O-O-Obocchama… really…”

“Stop pausing every time.”

Issei was slightly surprised to realize that he was irritated.

Losing control of his emotions—that was a first in his life.

He remembered it clearly—even as a baby, he had shown self-restraint and never cried or screamed needlessly.

But now, he felt like throwing a tantrum like an infant, yelling,『Hurry up and show me!』

“So Obocchama… is a man after all, huh…”

“That has nothing to do with this.”

“Haa… To think I’d end up in a situation like this with you, Obocchama…”

Chitose let out a long sigh.

“This? Just showing my underwear won’t be the end of it, will it?”

“What are you talking about? ──Never mind that, just hurry and show me.”

“Honestly, Obocchama…you’re completely hopeless.”

With a frigid gaze of pure contempt, the long wait was finally lifted.

The hem of the skirt rose higher, beyond her knees.

Mid-thigh, bare skin began to appear.

The sudden sight of her thighs shimmered alluringly in his eyes.

The garter-held stockings ended partway up her thighs.

Just a little more. Only a few centimeters remained──

Panties! Panties!

He silently urged Chitose with his eyes to lift the skirt further.

“Tchii!”

A sharp, unmistakable click of her tongue resounded with intensity.

Then the skirt smoothly slid up the final few centimeters.

“Oooh…!”

His eyes were instinctively drawn in.

White… dazzling white panties bloomed beautifully between the black skirt and her pale thighs.

A small red ribbon adorned the front as a single accent. Aside from that, they were pure white.

Chitose’s panties were elegant and modest.

“…Hafuu.”

Letting out a satisfied breath, Issei leaned all the way back into the chair.

He had seen something wonderful.

Ahh… he was completely fulfilled.

As he soaked in the bliss of total satisfaction──

The maid—Chitose—spoke to him.

“Goshujin-sama… if we’re going to continue, could we please move to the bedroom, at least?”

Her cold glare hadn’t changed at all.

It was the kind of hateful look one might give to a cockroach—directed squarely at Issei.

And then, Issei noticed something else.

The way she addressed him had changed—from O-Bocchama to Goshujin-sama.

“No. I’m quite satisfied already. I’ve been thoroughly fulfilled. You showed me something wonderful. Right—tea… ah, Nanako took it all with her, didn’t she? That glutton. ──Could you make a fresh pot?”

“…Huh?”

Chitose blinked rapidly in confusion.

“U-Um…Obocchama?”

Oh? She changed it back again. ──Issei took note of that.

“Um… could it be that… you really…? J-Just… looking at my underwear… that’s really all it was?”

“I’ve said that from the start, haven’t I? What else would there be?”

“Just… that’s all…? That’s so…”

“──Now that I think about it, you said something strange earlier, didn’t you? Something about the bedroom?”

“Wah! Waaah! Wawaaah! Waaah!!”

Chitose suddenly broke out into a panic.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing! It’s absolutely nothing! P-Please forget I said anything earlier!”

“No. It is impossible for me to『forget』anything.”

“Then at least don’t remember it! That was just a huge misunderstanding──!! Ugh, nooo! This is so embarrassing!”

She pressed both cheeks with her hands and squirmed in place.

Issei watched Chitose silently, thinking, What in the world is wrong with her…?

“Obocchama! T-Tea! Yes! I’ll make a fresh pot right away!”

Her headdress tilted as she bolted out of the room.

Watching her go──

“Hmm.”

Issei gave a small nod.

Between『Goshujin-sama』and 『Obocchama』──

Hmm. Obocchama definitely feels more natural.