[Volume 2 Chapter 2] When I confessed to the girl I liked, her twin sister came along as a bonus
Chapter 2: The Twins Don’t Want to Lose to the Maids
The day after Takaya Riina’s “assault”—or rather, visit—the Tsubasa household is calm in the morning. I enjoyed Fuuka’s breakfast, and while she cooked, Yuzuki went at me twice with her mouth.
Since Takaya’s visit, Yuzuki’s been extra eager, surprising me.
This morning, even after I finished, she kept sucking chu-chu, refusing to let go. It felt so good I went straight into a second round. It seems the thrill of showing off in front of Takaya hasn’t worn off for her. I was satisfied after one round, but her enthusiasm drained me. Later, with Fuuka joining, I could only manage once with both their mouths.
“Phew… summer break’s coming up, huh.”
“Oh, right. Maki, you going back to your parents’ place?” Yuzuki asks.
After another round with Yuzuki, I’m chilling in the living room, watching random internet videos on the TV. Yuzuki, in a pink camisole and shorts, sits beside me and asks. Fuuka’s in her room, apparently “researching” something—who knows what.
“My parents’ place… Yeah, I should probably visit once. Dad aside, I need to check on Mom and Wakaba. Especially Wakaba,” I reply.
“You’re soft on your little sister, huh,” Yuzuki says.
“Not soft, just… can’t leave her alone.”
My sister, Wakaba, it’s like she has two brains—two personalities, each capable of thinking independently at above-average speed. In short, Maki Wakaba is a genius. It’s not nice to say, but she’s not a normal human. She hates attention, so she plays it off as “kinda good at studying.” She’s three years younger, in eighth grade, and looks so small she could pass for an elementary schooler. With her unique mind and appearance, it’s only natural for me, her brother, to worry. But I can’t spill her secret, even to Yuzuki, so I keep it vague.
“I only saw her at the shop, but your sister seemed pretty together. Any issues?” Yuzuki asks.
“She’s still in eighth grade. My parents are busy with the shop, so I’ve gotta look out for her.”
That’s all I can say—sorry.
“Why not have her live here? No spare rooms, but Fuuka and I could share, and she could have one,” Yuzuki suggests.
“No way! We can’t kick you out of your own rooms!” I protest.
The Maki siblings taking over someone else’s place? Too much.
“Oh, right. With your sister here, it’d be hard to get lovey-dovey,” Yuzuki says.
“…Honestly, yeah.”
I did some bold stuff in front of Takaya—accidentally finishing on her, even—but I’m not shameless enough to get intimate with the twins in front of my eighth-grade sister.
“Rii’s one thing, but it’d be a bad influence on a middle schooler. How about buying another unit in this building? I think there’s a vacant one on the floor below…” Yuzuki says.
“Hold up!”
This place—Gran Rivesia Yomihama—is a forty-story luxury condo. It’s mid-tier among the Tsubasa family’s properties, but this top-floor unit is easily worth over a hundred million yen. Even I, no real estate expert, know the lower floors start at fifty million. Casually buying another unit? That’s too much.
“Wakaba’s a tricky kid. She’d probably hate changing her environment.”
“Oh, that type, huh,” Yuzuki replies.
It’s not a lie. Wakaba loves the ramen-shop smell of our family home and studies best in her own room. Maybe it’s a genius thing, but she dislikes change and prefers the environment she’s built over years. A fancy condo wouldn’t interest her.
“Plus, my dad dotes on her like a kitten. If she moved out, he’d probably collapse, and Shin Ryu would shut down,” I add.
“Haha, your dad’s that soft on her? Well, she’s adorable, so I get it,” Yuzuki says.
“Yeah.”
Even accounting for family bias, Wakaba’s cute—more like a puppy or kitten than a teenage girl, given her elementary-schooler look.
“With a sister that cute, no wonder you’d miss home,” Yuzuki says.
“Miss home… I don’t really feel the need to see my dad or mom. They probably feel the same,” I reply.
It’s not that my parents are bad or that I’m a bad son. It’s just normal for a high school sophomore guy to have a bit of distance from his parents.
“Even if I visit, I wouldn’t stay long. Two or three days, probably. What about you two?” I ask.
“I’ll hang with Rii and friends. Fuuka’s probably meeting her old school friends. As for home… home, huh…” Yuzuki trails off.
“Don’t want to go back?” I ask.
“It’s not about family drama. Just… hmm.”
“‘Young ladies, you must return to the mansion,’” two voices say in unison.
“Whoa!?” I exclaim.
“Asa, Yuu,” Yuzuki says, looking puzzled.
Two maids stand at the living room door, appearing out of nowhere.
“You guys snuck in silently again…!”
“As we’ve said before, we maids strive to be shadows,” one says.
“Making footsteps audible would make us unfit as maids,” the other adds.
“…I’d prefer some footsteps,” I mutter.
It’s better than them popping up like ghosts.
“Do Asa and Yuu have keys to the place?” I ask.
“‘Of course,’” they reply in unison, one holding up a card key.
“It’s our duty to check on the young ladies’ lives,” one says.
“We need access even when they’re away to do our work,” the other adds.
They answer in harmony, then take turns. The Tsubasa twins and the Nagami twins are different beasts. The Nagami twins—Asa and Yuu—are so identical in appearance and behavior it’s disorienting.
“They look too identical…” I mutter.
Nagami Asa and Nagami Yuu, these twin maids have silvery, semi-long hair, black dresses with white aprons, and ankle-length skirts—classic maid outfits.
White headbands complete the look. They’d fit perfectly in a British manor. Their otherworldly beauty sets them apart from maid café staff, and their stunning figures rival the Tsubasa twins. Gorgeous, traditional maids, indistinguishable twins—it’s almost too much to take in.
“Would you prefer we make ourselves distinguishable, Maki-sama?” one asks.
“Well… no, you don’t have to force it,” I reply.
Yuzuki and Fuuka seem different at a glance, but their faces are identical. Only their hair color—brown for Yuzuki, black for Fuuka—sets them apart. These silver-haired maids have no distinguishing features, not even hair length.
“There’s an easy way to tell us apart, but it’s in a place not easily shown,” one says.
“If it’s Maki-sama, we could show you. Would you like to see?” the other asks.
“No, thanks,” I say quickly.
It’s obviously not a place I could look at calmly. I’m curious, but with Yuzuki here, I’m not brave enough to say so.
“I see,” one says.
“Just kidding,” the other adds.
“Kidding!?” I exclaim.
What a lame punchline after such a suggestive buildup.
“Maki, these two are really identical. Even their moles might be in the same spots,” Yuzuki says.
“I doubt genetics works that way…” I reply, no expert in the field.
“Whatever, distinguishing them doesn’t matter. If you don’t care, I won’t bother trying.”
“‘Yes, there’s no need to distinguish Asa from Yuu,’” they say in perfect unison.
Could even a machine sync that perfectly?
“But Asa and Yuu showing up is rare… Oh, you came by when we weren’t here before, right?” Yuzuki says.
“‘Sneaking in’ sounds so crude,” one replies.
“We’re shadows, so we avoid appearing before the young ladies we serve,” the other adds.
“Oh, Asa-san, Yuu-san, you were here?” Fuuka says, entering the living room.
She’s in a breezy white dress, her long black hair in a braid. Her “research” seems done.
“‘It’s been a while, Fuuka-ojousama,’” the maids say.
“Not that long… So, what’s up? Last time, you were teasing Maki-san, right?” Fuuka asks.
“‘Yes,’” they reply in unison.
Teasing? So the twin maids admit to it?
“Today, we’re here not to monitor—rather, since it’s summer break, we’ve come to attend to the young ladies,” one says.
“Summer break means you’re here to ‘attend’ to us? What’s that about?” Yuzuki asks.
“Young ladies shouldn’t need to bother with housework,” one maid replies.
“It’s summer break, so take a break from chores and leave them to us,” the other adds.
“Did I just hear ‘monitor’…?”
“Are you two so untrustworthy you need monitoring?” I ask, glancing between Yuzuki and Fuuka.
“That’s why I was hesitant about going back home,” Yuzuki says.
“Oh, that’s what you meant…” I realize.
Yuzuki’s reluctance to return home must stem from the maids’ watchful eyes.
“I want to do things freely. I’d rather do everything myself than be waited on,” Yuzuki says.
“You’re trying to rob us of our purpose, Yuzuki-ojousama,” one maid says.
“With kitchen appliances already stealing our work, it’s quite disheartening,” the other adds.
The maids clearly take pride in their roles.
“But, to be serious… maybe it’s Maki who’s not trusted,” Yuzuki says.
“Me?” I ask, caught off guard.
They’re turning this on me?
“Yes, we’re so worried about whether you’re using protection that we can’t sleep at night,” one maid says.
“Relying on ‘safe days’ and giving in to youthful urges with the young ladies is troublesome,” the other adds.
“Hold on, that topic!?” I exclaim.
They’re diving into some heavy territory out of nowhere.
“Love doesn’t justify everything,” one says.
“Love is love, and safe days are safe days,” the other adds.
“Hey, come on…!” I protest.
Don’t talk about safe days! I haven’t crossed that final line with Yuzuki or Fuuka, so I’ve never even thought about safe days or contraception.
“So, you haven’t yet. Quite the restraint, Maki-sama,” one maid says.
“With such beautiful young ladies, that’s surprising,” the other adds.
“I haven’t said anything!” I protest.
They read that much from my expression? Whether I’ve crossed that line isn’t something I can just say out loud. Yuzuki and Fuuka just laugh, clearly not planning to spill to the maids.
“However, safe days aren’t guaranteed to be safe,” one maid says.
“Condoms and pills aren’t foolproof either,” the other adds.
“What are we even talking about!?”
These maids have no qualms discussing sex so openly.
“Since no contraception is perfect, it’s best to avoid it altogether,” one says.
“There are plenty of ways to satisfy a man’s desires without penetration,” the other adds.
“Your word choice is way too blunt! Yuzuki, Fuuka, say something to these maids!” I plead.
“Well, they’ve always been like this,” Yuzuki says.
“Yes, they’ve always been studious,” Fuuka adds.
“Studious about what?” I ask.
Shouldn’t maids study cooking or cleaning?
“We learned about sex from the internet and books and thoroughly taught the young ladies,” one maid says.
“Thanks to them, we’re quite knowledgeable despite our lack of experience,” Yuzuki says.
“…”
So the twins’ surprising knowledge despite no experience came from these maids—their teachers, apparently.
“However, the young ladies’ lives require oversight,” one maid says.
“We can’t leave them unattended forever,” the other adds.
The twin maids stare intently at the young ladies.
“Well… back home, having maids around 24/7 was normal,” Yuzuki says.
“You lived quite the life,” I remark.
“We saw the maids’ faces more than our parents’,” Yuzuki says.
“…Your parents sound busy.”
Parents wealthy enough to give their daughters a luxury condo are likely too busy to see them often, especially in this day and age when even CEOs don’t have time to lounge in fancy offices.
“‘Oh, our greetings are late. Good day, Maki-sama,’” the maids say in unison.
“What? Greetings now? Your synchronicity is still impressive.”
“‘It’s our signature act,’” they reply.
“Your act!?” I exclaim.
I’m busy throwing retorts today. Their perfect sync is still shocking on our second meeting.
“With beauty like that, being maids and twins, and syncing so well, you’d be a hit on TV or streaming.”
“The young ladies’ boyfriend wants to make a spectacle of us,” one maid says.
“Why not? We’re old enough to not need much care. Maybe it’s time you two find a new path,” Yuzuki suggests.
“No, the young ladies still need care,” one maid replies.
“No, we’ll stick to our old ways until we die,” the other adds.
The maids respond unfazed to Yuzuki’s suggestion. Yuzuki, Fuuka, Asa, and Yuu have known each other since childhood, so this banter must be routine.
“So, Yuzuki-ojousama, Fuuka-ojousama, and Maki-sama,” one says.
“We’ll be staying here for a while,” the other adds.
“Wait, if you stay, we’re short on rooms.”
The Tsubasa condo is a spacious top-floor 3LDK, but Yuzuki, Fuuka, and I each use one room. Maids staying to care for their ladies makes sense, and I’ve no reason to object, but there’s a physical issue.
“Oh, I can sleep on the living room sofa,” I suggest.
“Are you foolish, Maki-sama?” one maid says.
“Foolish!?” I echo.
“Yes,” the other confirms.
One of the silver-haired maids—Asa or Yuu, who knows?—gives me a look of disbelief.
“Letting the young ladies’ boyfriend sleep on a sofa, even with consent, would make us unfit maids,” one says.
“So we need no room. We’ll sleep in the hallway,” the other adds.
“No way I’d let girls sleep in the hallway!” I protest.
I’m already mooching off Yuzuki and Fuuka’s generosity with this fancy room. Letting two girls sleep in the hallway? That’s the furthest thing from the “manliness” I strive for.
“My apologies, that was a joke. The room next door is vacant,” one says.
“Vacant room?” I ask.
Her words hit me. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen or heard anyone in the next unit.
“Is the Tsubasa family holding the next room, too…?” I ask, looking at Yuzuki and Fuuka.
They shake their heads in unison—apparently, they didn’t know either.
“Of course. What if a suspicious person moved in next to the young ladies?” one maid says.
“This is a corner unit, so there’s only one neighbor, but we’d have preferred buying the entire floor,” the other adds.
“Residents can’t access other floors from the elevator, so it’s better for security,” the first continues.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Asa. Buying rooms you don’t use is wrong. This place is popular, you know?” Yuzuki says.
“If you bought the whole floor, it’d be filled with Tsubasa affiliates. That’d be suffocating, Yuu-san,” Fuuka adds.
Yuzuki and Fuuka call out the maids by name but look at both. Maybe even they can’t tell Asa and Yuu apart?
“We understand, so we abandoned buying the floor. But the next room is set up for minimal lodging,” one says.
“We’ll take naps there,” the other adds.
“Not naps—sleep properly.”
That’s all I can manage. The maids staying to look after the girls is unavoidable. Three high schoolers living alone is the oddity, after all. Since it’s just for the summer break, I’ve no complaints.
“‘Then, Yuzuki-ojousama, Fuuka-ojousama, and Maki-sama, we look forward to working with you,’” the maids say, gracefully curtsying with their long skirts.
Honestly, this whole greeting exchange is exhausting… With another pair of twins in the house, can I handle it?
My worries were unfounded.
“Wow, delicious…”
“‘Thank you,’” the maids reply in unison.
Lunch, prepared by the maids, is already on the table—cold tantanmen. They chose it because I’m from a diner family, apparently.
“Simple but tasty…”
It’s a no-broth type, with bean sprouts, bok choy, and a bit of green onion. The minced pork is carefully stir-fried into a rich meat miso. The noodles are tossed in a spicy sauce, topped with the meat miso and veggies, finished with Sichuan pepper and thread chili. Mixing it all together is key, and the anticipation while mixing is fun.
“It’s our first time making it,” one maid says.
“We tasted it, but is it too spicy?” the other asks.
“Nah, it’s perfect. Gotta be spicy for this,” I say, slurping the noodles eagerly.
It’s genuinely the right level of heat, almost like they tailored it to my taste.
“Our shop only has regular tantanmen. A cold, no-broth version like this could sell well in summer.”
“Why not add it to Shin Ryu’s menu?” Yuzuki suggests.
“Father-in-law could make it delicious,” Fuuka adds.
Yuzuki and Fuuka sit across from me, eating with gusto—Yuzuki boldly but elegantly, Fuuka carefully but naturally.
“It’d sell in summer, but my dad spends years researching new dishes.”
Even as a neighborhood diner, Shin Ryu never cuts corners. My parents aren’t “special” like me or Wakaba, but they’re meticulous about their craft.
“Our regulars are conservative, so plain cold ramen sells best,” I add.
“Oh, I wanna try your cold ramen next time,” Yuzuki says.
“Me too. With your sister serving, it’d be perfect. We might connect as fellow little sisters,” Fuuka says.
“Hey, Fuuka, don’t one-up me!” Yuzuki protests.
“I’ve gotta use my little-sister charm sometimes,” Fuuka replies.
“How do you even use that…?” I ask.
I rarely think of Yuzuki as the older sister or Fuuka as the younger.
“Forget my sister—this food! Asa and Yuu made it, so savor it properly.”
“We used to eat their cooking every day, so we’re used to it,” Yuzuki says.
“If the young ladies praise us too much now,” one maid says.
“We’d suspect ulterior motives,” the other adds.
“What a stellar master-servant relationship…” I mutter.
By the way, Asa and Yuu stand by the table. I suggested they eat with us, but as maids, they apparently can’t. It’s awkward for me to eat while they stand there, but…
“So, when you say ‘before,’ how long have Asa and Yuu been looking after you?” I ask.
“They came to our place when we were about five, I think?” Fuuka says.
“That’s pretty early,” I reply.
“Back then, they were more like playmates than maids,” Yuzuki says with a laugh.
The twin maids nod in unison.
“‘We were quite played with by the young ladies,’” they say.
“Played with!?” I exclaim.
“When we played hide-and-seek, they’d have the driver take them away in a car,” one says.
“When we played tag, they chased us with a kitchen knife—a toy one, but still,” the other adds.
“…Pretty old-school games,” I remark.
I’d imagined rich young ladies and their maids playing more indoor games, but apparently not.
“We were pretty wild back then,” Fuuka says.
“…”
Fuuka’s still pretty wild, isn’t she? Bold, even. She says it so casually, but I can’t help picturing a young Fuuka chasing the twin maids with a toy knife, smiling as she swings it.
“Something wrong, Maki-san?” Fuuka asks.
“N-Nothing.”
She must’ve caught me imagining something rude. Fuuka’s sharp like that.
Lunch wraps up with this lighthearted banter.
“Man, that was delicious. Seriously restaurant-level.”
“No, we can only put love into cooking for three,” one maid says.
“No, we couldn’t achieve this flavor for just anyone,” the other adds.
The twin maids said different things at the same time while clearing the plates—though the sentiment’s the same. So they can sync like this, too. Then they serve us hot Chinese tea, which pairs perfectly with the cold tantanmen. Maids and tea go hand in hand, but this is really good.
“Nice touch. True professionals.”
“Asa and Yuu went through legit maid training,” Yuzuki says.
“They’re only a year older than us, but they could serve in any noble household,” Fuuka adds.
“That impressive, huh? Makes me feel pathetic—I don’t even have a part-time job and leave all the housework to you two.”
All I’ve got is decent grades. My tough-guy look? More a flaw than a strength.
“What? Maki-san, just being alive is impressive!” Fuuka says.
“Is that an insult!?” I retort.
“No! I’m genuinely praising you…” Fuuka insists.
“Yeah, Maki. Just sit there, and we’ll take care of everything. Want us to use our breasts again?” Yuzuki teases.
“No, no, no!” I protest.
I’m starting to feel like a total deadbeat. My actions aren’t far off, honestly.
“I’m serious. Only you could love both of us twins at once. To us, that’s a miracle,” Yuzuki says.
“Right. If ‘being alive is impressive’ bothers you, let’s say we’d be in trouble if you weren’t here,” Fuuka adds.
“That’s not much different…” I mutter.
My Double Mind isn’t something I worked for—it just is. Still, I can feel how much Yuzuki and Fuuka care about me. All I can do is try to be a better person to live up to their expectations.
“Besides, compared to Asa and Yuu, we’re not that great,” Yuzuki says.
“They’re better at studies, too,” Fuuka adds.
“Really?” I ask.
The maids are in the kitchen, washing dishes. The Tsubasa kitchen has a big, powerful dishwasher, but they’re washing by hand—probably a maid’s pride in manual work.
“Yuu-san and Asa-san studied at home and have the equivalent of a degree from a top foreign university,” Fuuka says.
“That’s amazing for home-schooling… They’re smart, too?”
“Those serving the Tsubasa family need refinement. We used to learn from them, too. They were strict,” Yuzuki says.
“Yeah, they’d whack the desk with a whip if we got an answer wrong. Terrifying…” Fuuka says.
Both Yuzuki and Fuuka look distant. They didn’t hit the girls directly, thankfully, but a desk-whacking whip sounds scary enough. Maybe even creepier than direct hits.
“I can deal with the study stuff, but it’s frustrating that Asa and Yuu’s cooking is way better,” Yuzuki says.
“They’re professionally trained,” I point out.
“Even with the same ingredients and recipe, we can’t match them…” Fuuka says.
“I get it.”
I can relate. “It’s the pro-amateur gap. I once used shop ingredients and Dad’s recipe to make ramen for Wakaba. She was so mad it was inedible.”
“That cute, cheery sister of yours gets mad?” Yuzuki asks.
“That’s what you focus on? Yeah, the pro-amateur gap is huge.”
Wakaba plays the bright, charming diner girl at the shop, but with me, she’s a cool character who doesn’t hold back her opinions.
“Young ladies, are you still hung up on that?” Asa and Yuu say, returning to the living room.
“As Maki-sama said, it’s just the professional difference. Don’t worry,” one says.
“If we lost to you, we’d be out of a job,” the other adds.
“Don’t be silly. Even if the Tsubasa family fired you, we’d hire you with our pocket money. How would we live without you?” Yuzuki says.
“Right. Knowing you two check in regularly lets us live as three,” Fuuka adds.
“That sounds both sweet and spoiled…” one maid says.
“…”
The Tsubasa sisters’ relationship with the maids is hard to pin down, but they definitely rely on them. Maybe Yuzuki’s reluctance to return home wasn’t about their watchful eyes but about hating how much she depends on them.
“‘Now, Yuzuki-ojousama, Fuuka-ojousama, Maki-sama, we’ll begin our work in earnest,’” the maids say, striking a pose with hands on hips and chests puffed out.
“We’ll thoroughly clean the living room, kitchen, hallway, entrance, bathroom, and toilets—all shared spaces,” one says.
“Not a speck of dust will remain. Please return to your rooms and… get cozy,” the other adds.
“Get cozy!?” I exclaim.
After what we did in front of Takaya, it’s a bit late, but being told so blatantly makes me blush.
“Maki, let’s do as they say. Once they start housework, no one can stop them,” Yuzuki says.
“Right, let’s stay out of their way,” Fuuka adds.
“…Got it.”
So we’re leaving the chores to the maids? I’m starting to question my own existence…
Back in my room, I start studying. It’s the summer of my sophomore year—never too early for college entrance prep.
My room’s bare, just a desk and bed, but that’s fine. My room at home was similar. Wakaba would scatter her workbooks and notes around her room, then dump them in mine when they got in her way, but I didn’t mind.
Our parents, busy at the shop all day, don’t notice how intensely she studies. They dote on her but miss her uniqueness. She’s clever at hiding it from them… Speaking of, her getting mad about my ramen has me thinking about her. I should check on her during summer break.
“Focus, study…” I mutter.
I translate English passages carefully, writing in my notebook. English is essential these days, a must-have skill like reading or math.
I don’t plan to take over the ramen shop, and Dad doesn’t expect me to, so my future’s open. My parents will cover college, so I’m aiming for an affordable, high-quality university.
I can’t keep mooching off the Tsubasa family forever, and who knows how long this lifestyle will last—
“Maa-aa-kii,” a voice calls.
“Hm?” I turn.
Yuzuki peeks through the cracked door.
“What’s up, Yuzuki? Weren’t you going to your room?” I ask.
“Nothing to do there. Rii’s at dance practice, and my other friends are busy, so going out’s pointless,” she says.
“Oh, right. Takaya’s swamped with dance lessons.”
“She’s in practice mode. Oh, Maki, studying? Should I come back?” she asks.
“Nah, it’s fine,” I say, closing my notebook.
It’s not homework, so there’s no rush.
“Come in. Why’re you standing there?”
“Hehe!♡” Yuzuki grins mischievously.
“Ta-da!♡” she announces, flinging the door open.
“Whoa, what’s that outfit!?” I exclaim.
“As you can see,” she says.
“…Yeah,” I admit.
No need to ask—it’s obvious. Yuzuki’s in a black dress with a low neckline, paired with a white apron. The short skirt reveals her white thighs, swaying with every move, nearly showing her underwear. She’s in a maid outfit.
“Look, with two maids already here, you’re adding a third?”
“No way, Maki, don’t forget,” Yuzuki says.
“Oh, right,” I realize.
I catch on quickly this time. I know what she’s getting at.
“Maa-aa-kii-san,” another voice calls.
“…”
Of course, the fourth one shows up. They’re “fated twins”—their actions and thoughts sync up. If Yuzuki’s in a maid outfit, naturally Fuuka is, too—
“Ta-da!♡” Fuuka announces, also in a maid outfit.
It’s similar to Yuzuki’s—black dress, low neckline, white apron, short skirt—but hers has more frills.
“Of course, Yuzu-nee’s here. I’m late,” Fuuka says.
“As the older sister, I’ve gotta take the lead. Like you want to show your little-sister charm sometimes, I wanna show my big-sister vibe,” Yuzuki says.
“Big-sister vibe?” I ask.
Like “sisterly charm,” maybe? I’m clueless about youth slang or internet lingo, even though I’m technically young.
“So, what do you think?” Yuzuki asks.
“How is it?” Fuuka adds.
“You both look great.”
I mean it. Twin beauty maids descending again? Their cleavage is half-exposed, their thighs bare under short skirts, and the ribbons and frills accent their stunning figures. Compared to the classic maids, it’s more maid café than traditional, a bit flashy, but it suits them perfectly.
“Being praised so seriously makes me kinda shy…” Yuzuki says, blushing.
“Yeah… Maki-san, your serious face is so convincing…” Fuuka adds, also red.
They weren’t shy showing up in these bold outfits, but my praise makes them blush? Girls’ hearts are a mystery.
“We can’t beat Asa and Yuu at anything,” Yuzuki says.
“But as your exclusive maids, we can’t lose,” Fuuka adds.
“That’s why you’re doing the maid thing again?”
These twins are surprisingly competitive. Yuzuki’s obviously strong-willed, but even gentle-looking Fuuka’s got a fierce streak.
“Well, with maids this cute, I wouldn’t mind you showing up like this all the time.”
“Ugh, too much praise! What’re you trying to make us do?” Yuzuki says, smacking my shoulder.
“Y-Yeah… All we can do is naughty stuff!” Fuuka says, lightly tapping my chest.
Neither hit hurts—it’s just their way of hiding embarrassment.
“So, what now? Should we… serve our master again today?” Yuzuki teases.
“Of course. Even as fake maids, we’ll show you real service,” Fuuka says.
“Whoa, straight to that!? Asa and Yuu are right nearby, working!” I protest.
Letting the maids work while I fool around with the twins? After all the outrageous things I’ve done, this feels like a line I shouldn’t cross as a human.
“No worries about Asa and Yuu. They’re housework fanatics. Being a maid is their hobby and job,” Yuzuki says.
“They love cleaning and get so focused they don’t notice anything else. We could make a racket, and they wouldn’t care,” Fuuka adds.
“That much?” I ask.
“That much. You could shout behind them, and they wouldn’t notice,” Yuzuki says.
“You could even flip their skirts and stare at their panties, and they wouldn’t mind—as long as you don’t disrupt their cleaning. Wanna try, Maki?” Yuzuki teases.
“…Flipping skirts without disrupting cleaning is impossible,” I reply.
Of course, I have no intention of trying anything.
Even though it’s their job, Asa-san and the others are cleaning for us—how could I possibly get in their way?
“So, it’s fine… chu♡”
“Right… ♡”
Yuzuki clings to me, planting a kiss.
Following her, Fuuka gives me a light chu kiss too.
Pushed by the two of them, I stumble and end up sitting on the bed.
“By the way, Maki, aren’t you getting excited over twin maids?”
“N-no way I wouldn’t, with outfits that revealing…!”
No high school boy could stay calm seeing that.
“Asa-san and the others are beautiful, so it’s only natural you’d look, but you’ve got to look at us first.”
“That’s obvious, isn’t it?”
I declare firmly.
I can’t help but admit my eyes wander to the beautiful maids, but—
“You don’t have to go all out with that getup. I’ve only got eyes for Yuzuki and Fuuka, you know. After all, my personality isn’t one or four—it’s just me, and keeping up with those two is more than enough!”
“Kyaa! You’re usually so curt, but you say it so clearly!”
“That’s exactly why we want to serve you, Maki-san.”
Yuzuki and Fuuka climb onto the bed, clinging to me from both sides.
“For a Maki like that, we’ll give you plenty of service♡”
“No, please let us serve you… ♡”
“Ugh…!”
Yuzuki kisses my cheek, licking my lips with a flick.
Fuuka stretches out her tongue, licking my lips too—
Their tongues and my lips touch.
Oh… being kissed by both of them, dressed as maids, is even more exciting than usual…!
“Shall we try that technique we learned last time… Yuzu-nee, is that okay?”
“Of course it is!”
“L-last time, you mean…?”
As I hesitate, Yuzuki and Fuuka exchange a glance and laugh.
They tug open the fronts of their maid outfits.
Their 90cm G-cup breasts bounce out with a plump jiggle.
Oh, they weren’t wearing bras… and just pulling open their tops made their breasts sway so much.
Their cute pink nipples are already perky, as if excited.
“Let’s get started… okay? I’ll go first♡”
“Ugh…!”
Yuzuki half-reclines on the bed, pressing her exposed chest toward my pants.
She pulls out my penis, sandwiching it between her large, soft mounds.
As expected, this…!
Having both of them rub me with their breasts in front of Riina was incredible, but getting it again!
“Last time, we did it together, but this time, one at a time…”
“…Then, while Yuzuki’s holding me, Fuuka, is it okay if…?”
“Yes♡”
Fuuka clings to me while I’m seated, kissing me with light chu, chu sounds.
Then she presses her exposed chest right in front of my face.
“Ahn♡ So intense all of a sudden♡”
I dive into Fuuka’s chest, sucking hard on her nipple.
I suck with chu-chu sounds, lick with the tip of my tongue, nibble lightly, and suck again.
“Geez, Fuuka, you’re serving too much already♡ Maki’s getting so excited, he’s throbbing between my breasts♡”
“N-no, it might be because of how soft your breasts are, Yuzuki…”
Having my penis held and rubbed by the older twin’s breasts while sucking the younger twin’s nipple.
Is it really okay to be served this much…?
“Oh, just the breasts won’t do… right? Here too…”
Fuuka pulls her chest away and sits flat on the bed.
She lifts her short skirt, revealing pure white panties.
“You want to see here too… right?”
“Y-yeah… maybe. Seeing it from behind might be nice too.”
“Eh, so naughty, Maki-san… Then, how about this…?”
Fuuka turns her back to me, lifting her hips and skirt.
Her plump, white butt and pure white panties are fully exposed.
“Wow♡ My little sister is too naughty♡ Maki, make sure to enjoy her too.”
“Yeah, I can’t just be the one served…”
I have to please both twins at the same time.
That’s the only reason I can date twins like this.
“Nn, nn♡ Maki, it’s amazing♡”
“Kyaa… ahn, my butt… so much♡”
While Yuzuki rubs my penis harder with her breasts, I twist my body forcefully, pressing my face against Fuuka’s protruding butt, savoring it through her panties.
I press my whole face against her pure white panties, lightly sucking that spot.
“Nn, kyaa… haaahn♡”
Fuuka lets out sweet moans as her butt and that spot are stimulated at the same time.
This is bad… it’s too perfect.
Fuuka’s white butt and panties, combined with the soft, smooth feel of Yuzuki’s breasts.
Being hit with both sensations at once—
“We’ve got to serve you more as maids.”
Yuzuki stretches out her tongue, licking the tip.
“Now… how about this?”
Fuuka stands on the bed, lifting her maid skirt, slightly lowering her white panties, and pressing herself against my face.
I can clearly feel the heat of Fuuka’s spot, sucking it and blowing air on it.
“Ahn, Maki-san’s breath is so hot♡”
“Over here… it’s throbbing, burning hot♡”
Yuzuki presses her breasts together from the sides, tightly gripping my penis.
It’s like my penis is melting into her G-cup breasts—
“Once you’re done with Yuzu-nee’s breasts, I’ll take over♡”
“Yeah, I’ll enjoy it as many times as I can and make sure to please you both.”
“Yess♡ Kyaa, don’t move like that under my skirt♡”
Fuuka twists her body while standing, her bare breasts bouncing with a plump jiggle.
If I take my eyes off her panties, I get to enjoy her bouncing breasts instead.
And the beautiful older twin, who’s making her breasts bounce, is intensely rubbing my penis with hers.
“Hey… I’m already…!”
“No way♡ You’ve got to let Fuuka’s breasts take over first.”
“S-seriously…?”
I was at my limit, but they’re making me hold off.
Yuzuki releases my penis from her breasts.
“Right… since we’re maids, let’s enjoy this slowly.”
“Yeah, then I’ll have Fuuka hold me with her breasts… and I’ll savor Yuzuki’s panties and breasts.”
“So naughty♡”
Chu, Yuzuki kisses the tip and licks it.
These twins are too much, doing things this erotic…
“I’ll let you see my panties up close♡” Yuzuki sits on the bed, lifting her skirt to show cute pink panties.
“Together with our underwear… here you go♡”
Fuuka sits next to Yuzuki, lifting her skirt wide to show her butt and white panties again.
Twin beautiful girls in maid outfits, lifting their skirts to show pink and white panties.
Even with kisses, oral, and double breast play—this sight is just too stimulating.
“Then, look at our panties as much as you want… and let’s kiss♡”
Chu, chu, Yuzuki clings to me, kissing.
“Meanwhile, I’ll take over with my breasts, continuing Yuzu-nee’s service♡”
Fuuka lifts her breasts with both hands, pressing them against my penis.
She’s half-reclining, her skirt still lifted, white panties still visible.
Yuzuki, kissing and devouring my lips, stands on the bed, boldly showing off her pink panties—
And pulls them down to a dangerous point.
“Yuzuki, Fuuka. I’m going to enjoy both of you even more…”
“Go ahead, enjoy every inch of us twins♡”
“As twin maids, we obey our master’s orders♡”
I kiss Yuzuki’s pink panties, thrusting my penis into Fuuka’s breasts.
I’ll enjoy the service of these beautiful twin maids even more—