At nightfall, in a room at the inn.
“Ta-da! Sorry for the wait!”
“So this is going to be tonight’s theme, huh?” Caim said as he watched his lovers enter the room after changing their clothes.
The first to enter was Tea, his beastfolk maid. As usual, she was dressed in her uniform, but the other three were not wearing their normal clothes. Indeed, Millicia, Lenka, and Rozbeth were also wearing maid uniforms.
“Tonight, we’ll all be your maids and serve you, Master Caim!” Tea announced.
“We shall do our best... Still, this attire is rather embarrassing...” Millicia muttered with a bashful smile, pinching her skirt. She was a princess, and maids were servants, so naturally, this was the first time she’d ever worn such clothing.
“It’s a little tight. My chest is going to spill out...” Lenka complained, pulling up the fabric to hide her cleavage. She hadn’t found anything in her size, so she hadn’t been able to fasten the buttons, leaving the upper part of her chest exposed.
“Jeez... Do you often do this kind of role-play?” Rozbeth sighed, her expression showing her reluctance. Her slender figure matched the graceful outfit perfectly, so even though she was unaccustomed to such clothing, it suited her surprisingly well.
“Tea is one thing, but I’m surprised how good you all look in a maid’s uniform,” Caim commented.
“Tonight, all of us are your maids. Your wish is our command,” Tea said.
Four maids lined up before the Poison King, expectantly awaiting his orders.
“Hmm... Then, show me what’s under your skirts,” Caim ordered.
“You want to see our underwear? You could just command us to undress,” Tea replied.
“What would be the point of dressing like maids if you got naked immediately?” Caim retorted. They went to the trouble of putting on matching costumes, so he would rather they keep wearing them.
“Well then, please have a look...”
“Watch as much as you want.”
Millicia and Lenka lifted their skirts. Tea immediately followed, then Rozbeth too, though she was not particularly enthusiastic about it.
“Oh... You’re wearing some cute panties,” Caim said, impressed. The four of them were wearing lace lingerie, and unusually, they were all wearing the same color—white. The design was more cute than sexy, but coupled with a garter belt and stockings, they made for quite the alluring sight. “So you’re not just wearing matching uniforms, but matching lingerie too, huh? Not bad.”
“Can’t you just be honest and say you like it? Otherwise, what’s the point of wearing this?” Rozbeth complained.
“Yeah, my bad... But anyway, next, get yourselves wet,” Caim ordered.
“Are you asking us to...m-masturbate?” Millicia asked, blushing furiously. While she had once been a chaste nun, Caim had made her a woman. She knew what he was asking.
“Yeah. Play with yourselves while standing. And keep your skirts up.”
“You say that, but how are we supposed to do that while our hands are busy?” Lenka inquired.
“Just hold your skirt with your mouth. It should be long enough,” Caim said indifferently.
In other words, Caim was ordering them to hold their skirts up with their mouths, exposing their private parts while they masturbated.
“You’re a real pervert... How did you even come up with that?” Rozbeth stared at Caim with contempt.
“Say whatever you want. I don’t care what someone who’s flashing their panties thinks,” Caim calmly retorted. In fact, he even felt like he might be developing a fetish for women showing off their underwear while they scowled at him.
“Well, if that’s what our master desires. Let’s do it, everyone.”
“Th-This is embarrassing, but if this is your order, Caim...”
“Such sadism... You truly are the best, Sir Caim.”
“...Fine, I’ll do it.”
The four maids accepted Caim’s command with various looks on their faces, all of them putting the hems of their skirts in their mouths and starting to play with their private parts. Muffled moans filled the room as they did their best not to let their skirts drop while pleasuring themselves.