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“Are you sure this size fits?”
Kaelix tugged awkwardly at the hem of the skirt. It barely covered the top of his thighs—any lower, and it would be bare skin all the way down. His body curled in slightly, instinctively trying to make himself smaller.
He really shouldn’t have agreed to celebrate “Maid Day” with Zeal. Who would’ve thought he’d actually send an entire maid outfit to him?
“Trust me, that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be worn.”
Zeal was sitting on his bed on the other end of the video call, the camera trembling slightly as he held it, smiling, clearly pleased with himself.
“I look kind of silly on camera…”
Kaelix didn’t dare check Zeal’s expression. He kept staring at his own reflection in the frame instead. Even though it was the largest women’s size, the dress felt like a corset, tight around his waist, making it hard to raise his arms. The ribbon tied at the back of the skirt wobbled like it was about to fall off, and on top of it all, he was wearing a frilly maid headband.
How had he ended up agreeing to this again?
Sure, Zeal had never gone too far—but still, Kaelix had never really said no, either.
The thought made him sigh quietly.
“You don’t like it? I think you look… really cute.”
Zeal’s voice dropped a little, coming through the speaker like a whisper pressed against his ear. Kaelix’s knees went a little weak.
“…Just a little.” He admitted.
“And—standing is uncomfortable. Can I sit down now?”
Zeal tilted his head thoughtfully and leaned the phone in closer.
“Of course…”
Then, with a small smile :
“You don’t need my permission. You’re my boyfriend—not a maid. Right?”
Kaelix flushed instantly, tossing his phone onto the bed. The screen went dark. He curled up to the side, clutching a stuffed animal to his chest, his muffled grumbling hidden in the plush.
There was a brief pause. Then Zeal’s voice came back through, exaggeratedly whiny, calling him “darling” and “dear” and every ridiculous pet name he could think of. The laughter in his voice was unmistakable.
Finally, a pair of blue-green eyes peeked out from the blackened screen. His gaze drooped slightly, lips pursed in mock-pouting.
Zeal’s breath caught. He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as he adjusted his voice instinctively.
“…Honestly, you look really cute. Can I see you again?”
Kaelix hesitated for only a moment before nodding. He raised the phone higher, switching to a top-down angle that captured the full outfit. He wasn’t wearing his glasses today, and his fringe had fallen over his eyes. The skirt swayed slightly with his movement. The room had gone quiet.
Then, over the silence, came the faint rustle of bedsheets from Zeal’s side of the call.
He didn’t say anything.
Just stared.
His gaze was so intense it felt like it might drip from the screen.
Kaelix tilted his chin up and met his eyes, exposing the side of his neck—
Still marked faintly by Zeal’s teeth from a few nights ago.
Zeal’s pupils began to blur.
“…What… what are you doing?” Kaelix asked.
Zeal chuckled faintly.
“You probably don’t want to know, babe.”
Kaelix blinked, confused.
Until he heard how ragged Zeal’s breathing had become—until he saw that his eyes had turned red at the corners.
He didn’t lower the camera.
Instead, Kaelix’s heart beat faster.
Not from embarrassment.
From something closer to excitement.
“…Actually,” he said, voice shaking slightly, “I brought something else, too.”
The camera wobbled gently as he slowly tilted it downward.
His hand crept under the hem of the skirt and lifted it slightly.
There, around his thigh—
It was a lace garter.
It was snug, tight enough to leave a faint pink mark in the skin.
Zeal’s breath hitched.
The sound on his side of the call stopped altogether. The entire world seemed to pause with it.
Kaelix pulled the camera back a little and looked down into it.
Zeal’s pupils dilated, then lost focus again. His mouth parted in a soft, choked noise. He looked like someone frozen in place—breathing hard, as if even blinking would make the moment disappear.
Kaelix finally exhaled.
He started laughing.
Quiet at first, then uncontrollable. His shoulders shook with it, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes.
He rarely laughed like that.
Rarely felt this kind of power.
“…Now, my dearest Zeal,”
He said, his voice slightly nasal from laughing, drawing out each syllable with a teasing lilt,
“Can I have a kiss from my master, as your maid?”