[Volume 1 Chapter 7] When I confessed to the girl I liked, her twin sister came along as a bonus
Chapter 7: The Twins Apparently Want to Be Maids
As expected, I’m still not used to the towering mansion.
After all, I’ve spent seventeen years in a cramped, run-down shop-residence.
There’s no way I’d instantly adjust to a high-rise equipped with auto-locks, an entrance lobby, elevators, and even a concierge.
I step out of the elevator on the top floor of Gran Rivesia Yomihama.
Using the card key entrusted to me, I unlock the door and step inside.
The twins had said, “We didn’t just lend it to you; it’s yours, you know,” but still.
The entrance, dazzlingly bright and spacious, leads through a corridor toward the living room.
No cardboard boxes clutter the entrance or hallway. Did the movers bring everything up to my room already?
Suddenly, I noticed something. From the living room, there’s a sound—no, voices talking.
It seems Yukizuki returned straight home without detours, and Fuuka’s back too.
“I’m home—”
““Welcome back, Master!””
“…You mean ‘Mistress,’ don’t you?”
The twins were stationed in front of the living room door.
They bowed at the exact same angle and raised their heads in perfect unison.
Their synchronized movements are downright uncanny.
Both Yukizuki and Fuuka are dressed in black dresses adorned with white frilly aprons—the classic maid outfits.
“You’re no fun, Maki.”
“This is where you’re supposed to go, ‘Heh heh heh, where’s my welcome-back kiss?’ and harass your maids, right, Maki-san?”
“Harass you the moment I get home? Really?”
But their outfits were provocative enough to make me want to try.
Yukizuki’s maid dress is a miniskirt so short that a slight move might flash her underwear.
Fuuka’s, on the other hand, has a deeply plunging neckline, her cleavage boldly on display.
Wearing similar yet distinct maid outfits, each highlighting different charms, they’re driving me crazy.
“What’s with those maid outfits, anyway?!”
“They’re old maid uniforms used back at our main family’s house.”
“When we were still little, we used to wear these, didn’t we?”
“…”
The shortness of the skirts, the openness of the necklines…
Were those maids really only doing household chores?
“And the Tsubasa family seriously had maids in this day and age?”
“Oh, my neckline and Yuzu-nee’s miniskirt are custom alterations. The maids who worked for us were pros, so they didn’t wear anything this suggestive.”
“Suggestive, huh?”
“Now they wear plain shirts, pants, and aprons. So boring.”
“…Maybe the image of maids has changed.”
I’m no expert, but with maid cafés and their staple role in adult videos, maybe making servants wear maid outfits is seen as tacky nowadays.
“Well, some maids still care about aesthetics and wear classic maid outfits.”
“Yeah, those ones are weird.”
“…”
For these twins to call someone “weird,” those maids must be truly eccentric.
I’m definitely steering clear of the Tsubasa main family, whatever it is.
“But seriously, maid outfits? What’s going through your heads?”
“We thought about saving the maid outfits for later since they’re so powerful.”
“But holding back is a bad move, right? We’ve already said everything we needed to, so now it’s all about going full throttle.”
“…Wearing maid outfits is going full throttle?”
That said, their impact is undeniable.
I’ve never cared about maid cafés or maid-themed adult videos, yet…
These gorgeous twin maids are just too cute and too sexy.
“At least Maki’s rattled, right? First strike’s a success.”
“Open the door, and bam—maids in five seconds flat. Twin maids, at that.”
“Well… twins alone pack a punch.”
And not just any twins—beauties who’d outshine any idol.
Few high school guys could see this and feel nothing.
“Plus, you got an eyeful of Fuuka’s panties today, didn’t you?”
“And you savored Yuzu-nee’s chest today, right?”
“Having you two share info like that is insanely embarrassing…”
Everything about how much I’m into Yukizuki and Fuuka is an open book between them.
“We don’t even need to talk; we just kinda know.”
“Try sneaking around with just one of us, and it’s obvious.”
“You two must lead complicated lives…”
Knowing exactly what your sister’s doing with her boyfriend?
Normally, that’d be uncomfortable, to say the least.
Even if they’re okay sharing the same guy, it’s still not simple.
“Normally, there’d be jealousy or something…”
Sure, plenty of guys would jump at the chance to have twin beauties at their beck and call.
But how do the twins feel about being shared?
“If you touched anyone other than Fuuka, I’d kill—er, never forgive you.”
“I don’t mind what you do with Yuzu-nee, but if you went after one of her friends, I’d kill—er, never forgive you.”
“…”
They both started to say “kill.”
I’m used to people being scared I might “kill” them, but being threatened with “I’ll kill you” is a first.
“So, Fuuka, you know about Takaya too…?”
“Takaya? Uh, who’s that again?”
“…Never mind.”
Fuuka acted like she knew about seeing Takaya change or our after-school chat, but it must’ve just been that vague twin intuition.
Yukizuki doesn’t seem eager to explain the locker room fiasco either.
“Forget that—look at these maid outfits! Do whatever you want with us, Maki!”
“Right, these are maid outfits, after all. Shall we… pick up from lunch break?”
“…”
I swallow hard.
Pathetic as it is, I’m already worked up by their maid outfits.
Yukizuki’s miniskirt maid dress, Fuuka’s plunging neckline—both are perfect.
Yukizuki’s skirt is short but covers her chest; Fuuka’s chest is exposed, but her skirt is long.
That contrast just fuels my excitement.
“Hey, Maki. Pick one—or both at once?”
“I’m fine with both… no, I want both.”
Chu, chu. Yukizuki and Fuuka kiss me one after the other.
It’s terrifying how kissing them feels so natural already.
We only started dating yesterday, and our first kiss was yesterday too.
Dating twins is bizarre enough, but the pace of our relationship is absurdly fast.
Twice as fast as normal? No, more like twenty times.
Sure, every couple moves at their own pace.
But for first-time high school couples, a kiss might take a month, right?
Crossing the line could take three months, or even twice that, and it wouldn’t be surprising.
Yet—
“Hehe, maybe I’ll take the lead then.”
“We’re maids, after all. Gotta serve… proactively.”
Before I know it, I’m seated on the living room sofa, flanked by two maids.
“Hold on, what are you trying to make me do right after getting home?!”
“You don’t have to do anything, Maki. I already showed you plenty of my chest at school… now it’s this.”
Yukizuki slips one arm around my neck, flipping up her short skirt with the other hand.
A glimpse of white panties peeks out—
“I already showed you my panties plenty, so… maybe this instead?”
Fuuka mirrors her, one arm around my neck, tugging her neckline down to reveal a hint of her black bra.
Yukizuki’s flashy style with pure white, Fuuka’s reserved charm with sultry black—the contrast in their underwear is killer.
No—
Yukizuki’s panties are slightly lowered, showing something dangerously close to the edge.
Fuuka’s bra is shifted, and a flash of something pink…
“W-Wow… Maki-san’s… there…”
“Ugh… incredible… I heard about it, but it’s like this?”
Both twins’ gazes lock onto one spot on my body.
Being stared at by both is embarrassing, sure.
But after making them do plenty of embarrassing things, I can’t back out now.
No, I’m too worked up to back out.
“So… shall your maids serve you here too?”
“Right, we’re maids. We have to serve every part of Maki-san.”
“W-Wait, you can’t mean…!”
It’s exactly what I think.
Yukizuki and Fuuka drop to the floor, sitting neatly—
And lean their faces toward my lower half.
Two breathtakingly beautiful twins’ faces inch closer to there.
I’ve had my share of unbelievable moments these past two days, but this tops them all.
“If we show you this… it’ll get even bigger, right?”
“P-Please look at me too, Maki-san…”
Yukizuki lifts her miniskirt higher, and Fuuka bares her neckline further.
Her white panties and her black bra are fully exposed, making there throb even more.
“Here we go…”
“Yes, Yuzu-nee…”
Blushing up to their ears, the twins stick out their small tongues and bring their faces closer.
Like they’re cooking, they deftly undo my pants, freeing my penis—
And the twin maids start licking, pero pero, kissing the tip alternately, chu, chu.
Electric jolts of pleasure surge through my body.
“Nn, Maki-san’s… it’s amazing…”
“Get even more excited for us…”
“Does it even matter who’s showing chest or panties anymore, Yuzu-nee?”
“As expected, we’re thinking the same thing, Fuuka…”
“H-Hey, what are you two planning now…?”
“Don’t worry about it, chu♡”
“We’re your maids today… so it’s full-on service♡”
Chu, chu. The twin maids kiss my penis simultaneously, sucking lightly before—
Reaching for each other’s maid dresses and pulling them open wide.
“W-Whoa…!”
Fuuka, whose bra was already visible, yanks her underwear aside—
Yukizuki opens her dress too, shifting her bra.
Pururun. Two large, round mounds spring into view.
Not just their full, curved shapes but the pink tips—their nipples—are completely exposed.
“Tsu, this is kinda embarrassing…”
“Y-Yeah. Showing this to anyone but Yuzu-nee… it’s my first time.”
They’re shy but make no move to cover themselves.
Ninety-centimeter busts, cute-sized areolas, and perky nipples.
Not just their volume but even their nipples seem identical down to the millimeter.
“Yah, Maki’s… it’s getting even bigger…”
“Our breasts are turning you on, huh? So cute… chu.”
As Fuuka kisses the tip again, Yukizuki licks along the shaft with her tongue.
““So… enjoy our maid breasts and panties… while we serve you with our twin mouths…””
In perfect harmony, the twins speak in unison.
Baring their chests, they hike up their skirts, exposing Yukizuki’s white panties and Fuuka’s black ones.
“Nn, chu.”
“Nnh, chuu.”
They kiss, lick, and take me into their mouths again.
Kissing the tip, chu chu, Yukizuki sucks while Fuuka licks the base.
Then Fuuka slurps noisily, jubu jubu, while Yukizuki licks near the base, pero pero.
The visual and physical stimulation is overwhelming…!
“Kyah, Maki-san…♡”
“Yah… come on, Maki…♡”
I reach out, grabbing one breast each, kneading them firmly.
Their incredible softness and volume fill my hands.
“More, go for it. We’re gonna step it up too♡♡”
“My breasts… do whatever you want. In return, let me go harder here…♡♡”
No way I can resist—
I place my hands on their heads, guiding their mouths to my even harder penis.