[Volume 2 Chapter 3] When I confessed to the girl I liked, her twin sister came along as a bonus

Chapter 3: The Maids Apparently Want to Educate

A few days later.

The final exams were returned, and the twins and I got roughly the expected results.

I managed to stay in the top group, and Yuzuki and Fuuka were also at the top—as expected, with identical scores.

The teachers didn’t comment on the twins’ scores.

Our school keeps a close eye on digital cheating, after all.

The school isn’t stupid.

The twins seem to handle their assignments properly too.

The teachers likely already know Yuzuki’s grades, and Fuuka’s academic ability from her transfer exam.

Neither of them would need to take the huge risk of cheating.

Apparently, at their previous middle school, there was a cheating accusation, but anyone with sense would know that’s ridiculous.

So, the three of us finished the exams well, and the first semester ended.

Finally, summer vacation—

“We’ll be returning to our family home…”

“Hey, don’t say it like I’ve driven you away!”

“Hahaha!”

“Hehe.”

At the Tsubasa family’s entrance.

Yuzuki and Fuuka stand at the mansion’s entrance, giggling together.

With summer vacation starting, Yuzuki and the others are heading back to their family home.

Yuzuki wears a short-sleeved top and a tight miniskirt.

Fuuka has a white dress with a light jacket over it.

Both carry only small bags.

They only need a few personal items, as clothes and such are already at their family home.

A car will pick them up soon, and they’re waiting for it.

“Well, it can’t be helped. We get to do what we want, so we’ve got to show our faces to our parents sometimes.”

“Though, whether Father or Mother will be home is questionable.”

“Huh, really?”

I thought the Tsubasa parents would be eagerly waiting for their daughters’ return.

“Maki, our parents are the head of the Tsubasa family and his wife, so they’re busy. Mother works for the Tsubasa Group too. Honestly, she might work more than Father.”

“Mother rose through the Tsubasa Group and met Father that way.”

“They’ve got a history like that?”

The only thing I knew about the twins’ parents was that they were so alike even their parents got confused.

The twins’ excellence might come from their parents’ genes…

“Well, I’m sure Father and Mother will show up at home at least a little.”

“I see. Should I go greet your parents sometime?”

“Hmm… Fuuka, what do you think?”

“Our parents don’t meet anyone outside the family without an appointment. Their schedules are probably booked years in advance.”

“That’s the problem.”

“…They sound like tough people.”

The twins’ parents seem to strictly separate business and personal life.

My parents, on the other hand, would probably drop everything to chat if the twins visited the shop.

“Well, we’ll think about having you visit, Maki.”

“Right, then… Asa-san, Yuu-san, please take care of Maki-san.”

“‘Leave it to us, ojou-sama.’”

The two maids behind me respond in unison.

Yes, Asa and Yuu aren’t joining the twins’ trip and will stay at this tawaman.

While Yuzuki and Fuuka are gone, they’ll thoroughly clean and organize their rooms.

The twins’ rooms aren’t messy, so it doesn’t seem necessary… but the twin maids must have their standards.

Not a speck of dust allowed in the ojou-sama’s rooms, I guess.

So, the twin maids and I will look after the Tsubasa household.

“We’ll handle cooking, cleaning, and laundry, and during meals, we’ll feed Maki-sama by hand.”

“When changing, we’ll button your shirt and even put on your socks.”

“Am I a toddler!?”

That level of care would actually be inconvenient!

I want to eat at my own pace, and changing myself is definitely faster.

“We’ll leave Maki’s care to Asa and Yuu. They’re pros, after all.”

“While Yuzu-nee and I are good at housework, we can’t match the maids’ skills.”

The twins are great at chores but acknowledge the maids’ superior technique.

They seem fine leaving my care to the twin maids.

I mean, I don’t need that much care, seriously.

“Nfufu, good luck, Maki.”

“We’re counting on you.”

“…?”

Yuzuki and Fuuka stare at me, smiling suggestively.

What’s that? I’ve got a bad feeling about this—

“H-hey, Yuzuki, Fuuka, you’re not planning something, are you?”

“It’s fine, we won’t do anything bad.”

“That’s exactly what someone says when they’re up to no good!”

This is bad—they’re definitely scheming something!

“Oh, the car’s here, Yuzu-nee.”

“You’re right. See you, Maki.”

“Be back soon, Maki-san.”

Chu, chu—they each kiss me in turn, then walk toward the car parked in front of the mansion.

Is that car driven by a Tsubasa family servant?

Was it okay for them to kiss me so openly in front of those people…?

Well, the Tsubasa family probably knows we’re living together, and the twin maids must know we’re affectionate, so it’s probably fine at this point.

Riding in a sleek, luxurious black car, Yuzuki and Fuuka depart.

“They’ve gone,” Asa-san says.

“They’re expected to stay at their family home for three or four days,” Yuu-san adds.

“…That’s shorter than I thought.”

Since their parents are rarely home, it probably doesn’t make sense for the twins to stay long.

“What are they plotting, anyway? Asa, Yuu, you know something, don’t you?”

“The ojou-samas are always plotting something. Worrying about it would wear you out,” Asa-san replies.

“I recommend simply enjoying their schemes,” Yuu-san adds.

“Thanks for the advice.”

They’re right, as the twin maids say.

There’s no point worrying, and Yuzuki and Fuuka wouldn’t do anything to harm me.

The twin maids and I head back into the mansion, returning to the Tsubasa household.

Opening the door and walking down the hallway to the living room—

“Hmm, should I have gone back to my family home too? That way, Asa and Yuu could’ve relaxed on their own.”

“Relaxed…?” Asa-san asks.

“We’re unfamiliar with the concept,” Yuu-san says.

“You don’t know what relaxing is?!”

It seems the word “rest” doesn’t exist for these twin maids.

Is the Tsubasa household okay? It’s not some black company, is it?

Entering the living room, I sit on the sofa, and they stand in front of me.

As expected, they don’t relax during work, typical of servants.

I’m not their master, so they could just sit down…

“But seriously, I’m probably in the way… I won’t say that outright, but wouldn’t it be better with just the two of you?”

That way, I wouldn’t be causing Asa and Yuu extra work.

Still, Yuzuki and Fuuka insisted I stay and “look after the place.”

“No, we’d be troubled without you, Maki-sama,” Asa-san says.

“A house without a master isn’t a place for maids,” Yuu-san adds.

“Is that how it works?”

I’m not their master, but maybe a stand-in master.

Regardless of their principles, the twin maids should be more than enough to look after the place—

Still, if I can’t even handle one request after all they’ve done for me, I wouldn’t be much of a man.

I’ll take this house-sitting duty seriously.

With my tough look, just coming and going is probably enough to deter thieves.

I’m confident in my strength too—if a burglar broke in, I could at least put up a fight.

At the very least, my presence shouldn’t hurt security-wise.

“However, on a serious note, are you sure you didn’t need to return to your family home, Maki-sama?” Asa-san asks.

“Yeah, given the situation.”

I did contact my family about going home at the same time as the twins.

But my parents said, “Come back during Obon,” since it’d be easier to combine with grave visits.

Wakaba also said, “I’m working on a tricky but fun problem right now, so you’d just be a nuisance, Nii-san.”

It’s close enough to visit anytime, so whether it’s now or Obon doesn’t matter—

Still, it stings to be called a nuisance by Wakaba.

I don’t know what problem she’s solving, but she gets so absorbed she ignores everything else.

I feel like I should go back to look after her, but I don’t want to bother her either.

“Well, no need to rush back. Since I’ve been asked to house-sit, I’ll stay put.”

“‘Understood,’” the twin maids say in unison, nodding.

If I live quietly, I won’t interfere with their work.

If they want to clean my room thoroughly, I could kill a day outside.

“We’ll clean the ojou-samas’ rooms, but we’ll also take care of you properly, Maki-sama,” Asa-san says.

“You can rest assured; the ojou-samas gave us strict orders,” Yuu-san adds.

“I’ll eat and change on my own, okay?”

These maids will carry out the ojou-samas’ orders perfectly.

Their work is almost too perfect.

Having them feed me or dress me would be a hassle.

“Asa and the others are so dedicated… even something like folding a T-shirt is done perfectly.”

These past few days, I’ve been under the maids’ care.

Before I know it, my laundry is neatly stored in the closet.

I’m not joking about the T-shirt folding—it’s so precise, it’s like they measure it to the millimeter.

“The Tsubasa household was already too comfortable, and now the quality’s gone up even more.”

“With all due respect, we taught the ojou-samas their housekeeping skills,” Asa-san says.

“Even when serving the ojou-samas, there are battles we can’t lose,” Yuu-san adds.

“Well… having pride in your work is admirable.”

Yuzuki, Fuuka, Asa, and Yuu all have housekeeping skills far above average, so there’s no need to compete.

But it’s not my place to say, since I’m the one being taken care of.

Yeah, speaking of being taken care of—

“Hey, Yuu, Asa.”

“‘Yes?’” they reply in unison.

“Is there anything I can help with? Yuzuki and Fuuka aside, there’s no reason for you to take care of me, right?”

“Well… perhaps it would ease our minds if Maki-sama helped with some tasks,” Asa-san says.

“Exactly, that’s what I mean.”

Yuzuki and Fuuka never let me do chores, but the twin maids’ loyalty is to the twin ojou-samas.

So maybe they’ll let me help out a bit.

“However, housework is off-limits,” Yuu-san says.

“Huh? There’s nothing to help with besides housework… unless you mean security?”

“No, you will receive our ‘education,’” Asa-san says.

“Education?”

“Just as we taught the ojou-samas housework, ‘education’ is part of our duties,” Yuu-san explains.

“That’s unexpected for maids… but I guess maids have changed with the times.”

It’s not just about cooking, cleaning, and laundry anymore—new tasks make sense.

It’s not like the old days of village girls working in noble houses.

“So, you’re saying I should learn skills useful for Yuzuki and Fuuka?”

“Yes, we’re entrusting our precious ojou-samas to you, so we want you to acquire certain skills,” Asa-san says.

“I get what you’re saying, but…”

Like combat skills for protection?

Or maybe etiquette for being a proper partner to the young ladies?

The latter’s tougher for me… I’m just a ramen shop kid, after all.

“In the Tsubasa household, it’s not an issue for servants to teach, but how does Maki-sama feel about it?” Yuu-san asks.

“No problem with being taught. You’re older than me, after all.”

Even if they were younger, I wouldn’t be too proud to learn.

Especially if it’s for Yuzuki and Fuuka.

“Then, with all due respect, we will teach you,” Asa-san says.

“Okay, what is it? How to take care of Yuzuki and Fuuka?”

They’re not pets, so it’s not like there’s a manual for handling them.

Still, I don’t know everything about Yuzuki and Fuuka yet.

Asa and Yuu must know plenty that I don’t.

“No, that’s not it,” Asa-san says.

“In a way, it is,” Yuu-san adds.

“Hey, which is it?”

It’s confusing when two identical-looking, identical-acting maids say different things.

Asa and Yuu exchange a glance, nod, and gracefully curtsy, holding their skirts.

“‘Of course, it’s the technique of loving the ojou-samas,’” they say in unison.

“Loving… technique?”

Love? Technique?

What are these maids talking about…?

“To put it plainly,” Asa-san begins.

“It’s how to do naughty things with the ojou-samas,” Yuu-san finishes.

“That’s too plain!”

I used to be the cool, tough guy.

Lately, I feel like I’ve become the straight-man comedian.

Damn it, my mistake… I shouldn’t have said I was okay with being taught.

“Naughty stuff… I mean, we’re already doing plenty…”

“Of course, we understand,” Asa-san says.

“You’ve been doing whatever you want under the pretense of ‘not crossing the line,’ even with us around,” Yuu-san adds.

“That sounds bad…”

But it’s true—we’ve been doing erotic things with the twins under the same roof as the maids.

Maybe I’ve been a bit too shameless.

“Still, it’s fine for now. You’ve just started dating, and the ojou-samas are excited,” Asa-san says.

“Someone with a double mind like Maki-sama is rare,” Yuu-san adds.

“Double mind? That spread to you guys too?”

I sound like some kind of superpower holder.

It’s just a minor trait, except for the occasional mental conference.

And even that only happens in critical situations.

At least “teaching naughty techniques” doesn’t trigger a conference.

“But even if you’re excited now, daily affection might get boring,” Asa-san says.

“You need to improve your skills to prevent that,” Yuu-san adds.

“What are you trying to start with that reasoning?!”

I’d never get bored of Yuzuki and Fuuka.

And I’d like to think they feel the same… I hope.

“Besides, it’d be unfair to Yuzuki and Fuuka to practice with maids—”

“By the way, the ojou-samas have approved this,” Asa-san says.

“Huh?”

“Rather, it’s an order from the ojou-samas,” Yuu-san adds.

“So Yuzuki and Fuuka knew this would happen?”

That’s what their suggestive smiles before leaving meant!

Damn it, what a parting gift…!

No, not a gift—a landmine!

“Look, I do those things with Yuzuki and Fuuka because we’re dating. Obviously, I can’t do that with you two, Asa and Yuu, since we’re not—”

The twin maids stare at me with identical, expressionless eyes, completely unreadable.

“Don’t say that. The ojou-samas are afraid you’ll get bored of them. Isn’t that cute?” Asa-san says.

“For the sake of those adorable ladies, we want you to learn more ways to enjoy them,” Yuu-san adds.

“They’re that worried, huh…?”

They don’t want to be apart from me—that’s cute, sure.

But this method is way too extreme.

Should I be touched or exasperated…?

“If Maki-sama dislikes it, you can refuse,” Asa-san says.

“But if your reason is loyalty to the ojou-samas, we won’t accept that,” Yuu-san adds.

“Why not?! That’s the most important part!”

Damn it, I’m shouting again.

A tough guy like me raising his voice at girls who aren’t the twins or Riina…

“‘It’s not important at all,’” they say in unison.

They’re not fazed by my shouting at all, neither Asa nor Yuu.

Do I not need to hold back with these maids?

“‘However, as reasons for refusal,’” they begin.

“Our appearance isn’t to your liking,” Asa-san says.

“Our bodies don’t excite you,” Yuu-san adds.

“‘Those two reasons would make us back off,’” they finish together.

“…”

Their harmonizing and tag-teaming lines are confusing me.

It’s already hard with their identical faces, hair, and outfits.

“Look, it’s not about liking or not… you two are beyond that level.”

I don’t want to lie, so I’ll be honest.

Silver, semi-long hair, clear eyes, stunning beauty.

Their expressionless faces add a mysterious charm, which only works in their favor.

I can’t imagine any guy not finding them attractive.

And their figures—about the same height as the Tsubasa sisters, maybe slightly smaller chests, but still close to equal.

“By the way, we’re one centimeter shorter than the ojou-samas’, and our busts are 88 centimeters, two centimeters smaller,” Asa-san says.

“You don’t need to explain that!”

What’s with the women around me casually sharing their measurements?

Normally, even close friends wouldn’t share that easily.

“However, we’re not only shorter and slightly smaller-chested, but also slimmer, so we’re lighter. If you prefer slender bodies, we might suit your tastes better,” Yuu-san says.

“Don’t say ‘bodies’ like that.”

I don’t dislike slender figures—but that’s not the point.

“‘Maki-sama,’” they say together.

“What now?”

“We know the ojou-samas’ bodies better than you do,” Asa-san says.

“What are you talking about…?”

“After all, we’ve taken care of them since they were young. We haven’t changed their diapers, though,” Yuu-san says.

“With a one-year age gap, that’s impossible,” I reply.

When Wakaba was three years younger, I never even changed her diapers.

“Still, we bathed them, chose their first bras, and maintained their smooth skin with daily skincare,” Asa-san says.

“That’s… quite the effort.”

I can’t help but picture the twin maids tending to the naked twin beauties, applying lotion or something.

And imagining Yuzuki and Fuuka as middle schoolers—

It feels like I’m thinking something forbidden.

I’m definitely not a lolicon, though.

“We regularly check their bodies for any abnormalities, using both my eyes and Yuu’s,” Asa-san says.

“…”

I think Asa’s the one standing to my right.

I seriously can’t tell them apart.

“Yuu and I each check the ojou-samas once, never neglecting a double check,” Asa-san continues.

“…And I’m watching them too, so it’s a triple check.”

“If you notice anything, please report it to us,” Yuu-san says, her face composed.

“But we know the ojou-samas’ bodies best,” Asa-san says.

“We’ve touched them, checked for abnormalities—so we know how to ‘please’ them,” Yuu-san adds.

“‘Please’? That sounds way too intense.”

“Don’t you want to know where the ojou-samas react strongly when touched?” Asa-san asks.

“If I say I want to know… what happens?”

“‘This,’” they reply in unison, suddenly unbuttoning their dresses.

They reveal pure white bras.

Their 88-centimeter busts form a clear cleavage.

“H-hey, what are you doing?!”

“White bras are recommended for maids,” Asa-san says.

“Ornate underwear is inappropriate,” Yuu-san adds.

“I’m not talking about color or design!”

If you’re maids, you should explain what’s expected of you! I exclaim.

“I mean, it’s not like anyone’s watching, so what’s this about recommended underwear?” I add, though I’m the one looking right now.

“It’s a matter of principle,” Asa-san replies. “Wearing flashy underwear and acting carefree would disqualify us as maids.”

“In private, we wear black or red, but during work, it’s always plain, simple white,” Yuu-san adds.

“Do you really need to report that to me!?” I retort.

The twin maids are inching closer to me as I sit on the sofa, bending forward, their chests thrust toward me—

“And—please take a look at this,” Asa-san says.

“Don’t hold back—go ahead and look,” Yuu-san adds.

“…” I falter.

Asa-san and Yuu-san grab my hands, pulling them toward their skirts.

“I-I can’t just look!” I protest.

My hands are already touching their skirts.

The thick fabric brushes against me—

I can’t help but imagine what’s under those long skirts.

“No, as we said, maids must not wear ornate underwear,” Asa-san says.

“We’re currently ordered by the ojou-samas to take care of you. That makes you our master for now,” Yuu-san explains.

“Master…” I mutter.

The backs of my hands touch their skirts as they lift my hands, raising their skirts in turn.

“Please confirm we’re following the maids’ rules,” Asa-san says.

“With all due respect, it’s also your duty as master…” Yuu-san adds.

Their overwhelming, almost otherworldly beauty is right in front of me.

I swallow hard—

“…Is this okay?” I ask.

“‘Ah…’” they gasp in unison.

I grab the hems of their skirts and lift them.

Slender white thighs come into view, followed by—

Pure white lace-trimmed underwear at the tops.

The lace isn’t overly flashy, exuding a sense of purity.

“…You’re following the rules just fine.”

“You decided quickly,” Asa-san remarks.

“As expected of someone with two minds,” Yuu-san adds.

“That’s got nothing to do with it,” I counter.

I only looked because I figured they wouldn’t back off otherwise.

But their bras are still exposed, and with their skirts lifted, their panties are visible too.

I’m used to seeing the twins’ underwear daily.

Now, I’m seeing the bras and panties of twin beautiful maids.

What is my life turning into?

“…Okay, I’ve seen enough!” I say, quickly letting go of their skirts.

If I keep staring at these stunning women’s underwear, I’ll lose it.

“Not yet, the real part’s just beginning…” Asa-san says.

“Maki-sama, you don’t intend to go all the way with the ojou-samas, right?” Yuu-san asks.

“Huh? Y-yeah,” I stammer.

I’ve used Yuzuki and Fuuka’s mouths and chests, but I don’t plan to cross that final line.

Simply put, I can’t decide who—Yuzuki or Fuuka—I’d cross it with first.

I want both of them, equally and together.

But that final step can’t be done “together.”

Until I can decide the “order,” I can’t go all the way with the twins.

“Then, to enjoy the ojou-samas without going all the way… we’ll teach you how to please them,” Asa-san says.

“Where and how to touch… you should see it first,” Yuu-san adds.

“…” I hesitate.

The twin maids take my hands again, guiding them to their chests.

They bring their ample curves even closer—

“…” I pause.

“‘Ah!’” they exclaim together.

I hook my fingers under their bra cups and pull down.

Pink nipples come into view.

“You looked so easily…” Asa-san says.

“I expected a bit more struggle…” Yuu-san adds.

“Struggle? I’m just tired of arguing,” I reply.

The nipples revealed under their bras have slightly larger areolas than Yuzuki and Fuuka’s.

The color’s the same pink, but the maids’ seem a shade darker.

“So, you’re saying if I’m not going all the way, I should at least please Yuzuki and Fuuka with caresses?” I ask.

“Your understanding helps,” Asa-san says.

“For our ojou-samas, showing you our chests is a small price,” Yuu-san adds.

Asa-san and Yuu-san speak in turn, sliding their bras down further, nearly fully exposing their chests.

The way they jiggle as the bras shift is too erotic.

“Then, let’s make this quick,” Asa-san says.

“Then, let’s move forward,” Yuu-san adds.

“What’s next…?” I ask.

I can’t help but stare at their pink nipples—it’s unavoidable.

With two stunning women baring their pink nipples, I’d have to be a saint to look away, and I’m not.

“Something you wanted to do with the ojou-samas but couldn’t—” Asa-san begins.

“Besides crossing the final line, there’s something else, right—?” Yuu-san adds.

“…” I falter.

These twin maids are sharp.

They even figured out I have a “double mind.”

Beyond their housekeeping skills, maybe you need keen perception to serve the Tsubasa family.

“We serve as maids,” Asa-san says.

“By reading our master’s face, we know what’s desired,” Yuu-san adds.

“‘We’ve been trained for this,’” they say in unison.

“Doesn’t that just make your job harder…?” I ask.

Being too perceptive only increases their workload, doesn’t it?

“You’re kind, Maki-sama,” Asa-san says.

“But this is our purpose,” Yuu-san adds.

“…” I pause.

The twin maids lean in, kissing my cheeks from both sides.

I feel the softness of their lips.

“Kissing on the lips is forbidden by the ojou-samas,” Asa-san says.

“Of course, crossing the final line too. But anything else—” Yuu-san continues.

“‘We’ll serve any request,’” they say together.

“You don’t have to harmonize! A-any request… I can really do what I want?” I ask.

“‘We’re looking forward to it…’” they reply in unison.

“…” I hesitate.

They’re even looking forward to it.

Doing what I want with the twin maids to test what would please Yuzuki and Fuuka is wild.

I’m completely swept up in this, but there’s no turning back now. With Yuzuki and Fuuka’s permission, I’ll go for it—

“Is this acceptable?” Asa-san asks.

“So naughty, Maki-sama,” Yuu-san adds.

“…” I pause.

The twin maids, still expressionless—

Kneel on the living room floor, one hand and both knees down, facing their butts toward me.

One hand lifts their long skirts, revealing the white panties I saw earlier.

Now, I can see their smooth, soft-looking butt flesh too, far more erotic than before.

“This position would be hard to ask of the ojou-samas,” Asa-san says.

“They’d probably do it gladly for you, Maki-sama,” Yuu-san adds.

Asa-san and Yuu-san glance back, showing their stunning faces.

Seeing their beautiful faces, underwear, and butts at once—

Of course, that’s not all.

“So… it’s okay?” I ask.

“Yes, the ojou-samas might hesitate if asked for this,” Asa-san says.

“Try it with us first, and we’ll teach you how to please them,” Yuu-san adds.

“Thanks… I guess?” I reply.

They’re taking such an embarrassing pose without resisting.

And they’re okay with me going further.

Their pale faces show no hint of blushing.

To stay unembarrassed through this… is that the mark of a professional maid?

“‘Please, Maki-sama… go ahead,’” they say together.

“Yeah…” I reply.

I bring my already-exposed penis closer to their butts.

The twin maids confirm it, pressing their butts together.

“Ugh…” I groan.

I slide my penis between their butts—and start rubbing.

“To be asked for this…” Asa-san says.

“So perverted, Maki-sama,” Yuu-san adds.

Still looking back, they move their hips back and forth, rubbing my penis with their butts.

Since I can’t go all the way, I’ve used Yuzuki and Fuuka’s mouths and chests.

This butt-rubbing is exciting but embarrassing for me too.

But since the twin maids aren’t shy, I can go all out.

And this is, after all, “practice” for Yuzuki and Fuuka.

“Nn, nn…” Asa-san moans.

“Nn, nn…” Yuu-san echoes.

Even their moans are synchronized, identical—

They’re clearly getting into it too.

“Asa, Yuu,” I call.

“Kyaa…” Asa-san gasps.

“Kyaa…” Yuu-san echoes.

I hold their slender bodies, gripping their waists—

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, I pull the twin maids onto my lap.

Even with both their weights, it’s not heavy.

“You’re both too light, Asa, Yuu. Don’t maids do physical work? You should train more.”

“That’s none of your concern, Maki-sama,” Asa-san replies.

“We don’t need you meddling in our work, Maki-sama,” Yuu-san adds.

“Sorry about that.”

Apparently, I’m not allowed to comment on their work pride.

Rubbing their butts with my penis is fine, but that’s off-limits—weird logic.

If that’s the case, maybe I’ll push the allowed actions further.

“‘Ahn!’” they moan together.

They let out slight, sweet moans, but their expressionless faces don’t waver—impressive.

With Asa-san and Yuu-san on my thighs, they now move their bodies up and down, rubbing my penis between their butts.

Their panty-clad butt flesh feels meltingly soft.

It’s a different sensation from their chests, and it’s absolutely amazing.

“Then, more…” Asa-san says.

“Then, harder…” Yuu-san adds.

Asa-san and Yuu-san move their bodies up and down in perfect sync, at the same speed, clamping my penis between their butts and rubbing.

To think, two maids I’m not even dating are doing something this embarrassing—

“Maki-sama, don’t just enjoy yourself,” Asa-san says.

“Think about pleasing the ojou-samas too,” Yuu-san adds.

“Yeah…” I reply.

—Illustrations

I immediately grab the twin maids’ chests, kneading them firmly.

They might be slightly smaller than Yuzuki’s and Fuuka’s, but they’re more than ample, I think, staring at the twin maids’ chests.

With Yuzuki and Fuuka, I’d be kissing them while fondling their breasts, but that’s off-limits here.

“It’s fine, Maki-sama. As a reward, we’ll make you feel even better,” Asa-san says.

“Maki-sama, shall we test how intense you can get?” Yuu-san adds.

The twin maids move up and down in front of me, locking eyes with me.

Their lips come close enough to touch, but of course, they don’t kiss.

“By the way…” I start.

“‘What is it?’” they ask in unison.

“I could tell which was Asa and which was Yuu earlier, but now I’m lost again,” I admit.

Was the one on the right Asa-san?

But when they got on all fours and showed their underwear, didn’t they switch places—or am I imagining it?

“We’re completely identical,” Asa-san says.

“There’s no need to tell us apart,” Yuu-san adds.

“But you’re not Destiny Twins or Dual Twins, right?” I ask.

Destiny Twins, who act and think in sync, or Dual Twins, with one person holding the emotions of two—I doubt such people are common.

“Of course, we’re just ordinary twins,” Asa-san says.

“Just twins who happened to be near the ojou-samas,” Yuu-san adds.

If I recall, Asa-san and Yuu-san were born into a family connected to the Tsubasa household.

Not just any connection, but a high-ranking family within the Tsubasa Group, close in age to Yuzuki and Fuuka.

Tsubasa family children are assigned attendants of similar age from related families, right?

Since Yuzuki and Fuuka are twins, Asa-san and Yuu-san were naturally chosen.

“The ojou-samas are special,” Asa-san says.

“We’re just ordinary twins,” Yuu-san adds.

As they speak, Asa-san and Yuu-san move more intensely, rubbing my penis with their butts.

They press their hips against me, swaying sinuously.

Their four large breasts bounce up and down—plump, plump—so enticingly I can’t stand it.

“Ordinary, my foot… Even as twins, is it normal for your faces, bodies, and movements to be this synchronized?” I ask.

“We’re maids trained the same way, so we’ve become identical,” Asa-san explains.

“Being identical lets us please you in sync, Maki-sama,” Yuu-san adds.

“So it’s learned, not innate…” I muse.

Their identical faces and bodies are genetic, but their synchronized movements are the result of training—

Is it really okay for me to enjoy the fruits of that training like this?

“…By the way, this ‘practice’ is for pleasing Yuzuki and Fuuka, not just for my enjoyment, right?” I ask.

“‘That’s right,’” they reply in unison.

Are the twin maids enjoying this “practice” too?

Honestly, I’m enjoying it so much I feel guilty toward Yuzuki and Fuuka—

“It’s strictly practice, strictly for the ojou-samas,” Asa-san says.

“If Fuuka-ojou-sama is the bonus, we’re the bonus of the bonus,” Yuu-san adds.

“This is getting more complicated. I don’t think I’m arrogant enough to treat people as bonuses.”

“‘No,’” they say, shaking their heads and kissing my cheeks—chu…

“All we want is for you to make both ojou-samas happy at the same time,” Asa-san says.

“For that, we don’t mind being treated as the bonus of the bonus. In fact, we’d be happy if you did,” Yuu-san adds.

“…” I falter.

Their movements grow even more intense—it feels like they’re wringing me out.

Asa-san and Yuu-san’s breasts bounce heavily—tayun, tayun—as if I can hear the sound, their nipples perky and pointed.

“You’re doing all this… is it really okay?” I ask.

“‘We love the ojou-samas,’” they say in unison.

“Love, huh… Even so, is that enough reason to go this far with me?” I question.

“‘The one the ojou-samas love, we love too,’” they reply together.

“…Huh?” I blink.

“If we said that, would you believe us?” Asa-san asks.

“I can’t even think about that right now,” I admit.

I pull their slender waists closer—

Rubbing my penis even harder against their soft butt flesh.

Was I just teased?

Their bodies feel so good my mind’s slowing down.

“Whatever you’re thinking, Asa, Yuu—I’m not letting go of Yuzuki or Fuuka. No matter what path lies ahead for them,” I declare.

“That’s… how it is, isn’t it?” Asa-san says.

“Is it… really?” Yuu-san asks.

“…” I pause, noticing their words don’t align.

In that moment of dissonance, I finally—

Amid the melting softness of Asa-san and Yuu-san’s butts, I reach my climax.

“‘Kyaa…!’” they gasp together.

I finish intensely, staining their butts and white panties with a sticky mess.

“So much… even we can excite you, huh?” Asa-san says.

“Will this satisfy the ojou-samas…?” Yuu-san asks.

“Probably…” I reply.

Can I really do this with Yuzuki and Fuuka after practicing like this?

Asking them to please me with their butts feels like a tall order.

I managed to ask the maids, though, so I’m no saint either.

“Then, more… how about trying this next?” Asa-san suggests.

“Yes… since we’re at it, let’s try various things,” Yuu-san adds.

“Hey…” I protest.

Asa-san and Yuu-san reposition themselves in front of me.

Lifting their long skirts, they show their white panties from the front this time.

Their soft, white butts were impossibly alluring, but their panties from the front are just as captivating.

I just finished, yet here I am—

Wondering what to “practice” next with these twin maids.

Even with Yuzuki and Fuuka’s permission, is it okay to enjoy myself this much with them?

“It’s fine, Maki-sama. Don’t hold back,” Asa-san says.

“Yuzuki-ojou-sama and Fuuka-ojou-sama are yours,” Yuu-san says.

“‘And their maids are yours too,’” they say in unison.

This is way too convenient for me.

I confessed to Yuzuki, got Fuuka as a bonus.

And now, I’ve got these stunning twin maids too…?