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Casual Maid, Part 1
>Kronii couldn't believe it
>Such a simple bet, beat him at minigolf, yet she lost by such a margin, unbelieveable...
>Now the dumb pervert can choose to make her do whatever he wants for a day, no matter how humiliating
>She already had time diagram ready for his well deserved servitude, but now the plan has fallen completely apart
>It was Saturday, 7 A.M. in the morning and Kronii was now sitting in the living room, waiting for him to get whatever he came up with
>Finally, the door openes and Anon walks in, carrying a cardboard box, which he apparently had stashed in the closet
>"Finally, I was thinking my punishment for losing was getting killed by boredom..."
>Anon simply smiles at her, half apologetically, half cause her expression of overexaggerated anger might with the faintest of blushes just melted his heart
>Setting the box on the table in front of her, he nods to her
>"Go ahead, open it."
>Kronii rolls her eyes and reaches towards the box, swinging the cardboard flaps open and peering inside
>Her eyes fall upon a series of clothing articles, each sending her more and more into a despair than the last as she took them out and laid them on the table
>First was a frilly maid headdress, setting the theme for rest of the package
>Next were thighhighs with straps, seemingly meant to be attached to a garterbelt, but Kronii couldn't find any in the box, much to her confusion
>Following was the first that made her heart sink, for first one realizing how screwed she were: a pair of high cut, frilly panties, with no skirt or pants in sight and ribbons with hooks for the thighhigh straps
>Her hand shook a little as she placed them next to the head piece, anon having to supress urge to laugh with all his might, otherwise he might not live to see her wear any of it
>Afterwards Kronii's heart got a little breather, a pair of partially fingerless gloves, only to kick into high gear again with two heart shaped pasties
>The final was a top, which only consisted of shoulders and collar, with a ribbon suspiciously similar to that on her streaming outfit
>With all pieces laid out, she looked anon in the eyes, murderous intent radiating from her eyes, making anon unsure with his victorious smirk
>Couple of second pass before Kronii suddenly stands up, eyes closed and fists clenched till her knuckles went while, anon taking a step back as his fight-of-flight insticts defaults to flight at sight of his clearly not happy oshi
"T-Turn. Around"
"..."
"N-N-NOW!"
"O-Oh, s-sure!"
>Anon spins on his heel, now facing the shelves
>For a moment, nothing happens, until he can finally hear sounds of cloth sliding over skin, as well as some really muffled, but fiery mumbling
>"Just tell me when you are done"
>Only response he gets is one of the slippers Kronii was wearing to fly through the air and hit back of his head with pinpoint accuracy
>Staying quiet, he patiently waits for her to finish, until he finally hear "O-Ok, t-turn around, y-y-y-you...
>She can't even finish the threat, so Anon turns around, taking a sharp inhale when he sees the result
>Kronii stands before him, even sexier than he imagined
>She tries to hide her barely covered massive breasts with one hand and her large and thick, but expertly trimmed into a shape of hourglass, bush, but fails due to size of both, her hands soon falling to her sides
>"W-Wow, you look..."
"Shut. It. You IDIOT!"
>Kronii just barely manages to stop herself from hyperventilating, millions of images and ideas passing through her head, each more humiliating than the previous
>Once she composes herself, still blushing like a tomato, she puffs out her chest, pretending to still have her pride intact in this slutty outfit
>"S-So...what now? What sort of twisted, degenerate games have you prepared to utterly degrade me..."
>"Well, none, actually?"
>Its now Kronii's turn to stare, mouth partly agape
>"E-Excuse you?"
>"I didn't really planned anything, just that outfit. You could clean up around the house, since you are dressed like a maid. You were planning that anyway, right?"
>"Y-yeah...but..."
>She clearly struggles to process this information, "Nothing" being the one option she completely neglected to consider
>"Well, I will leave you to it then. Have fun, I will be in my room reorganizing the bookshelves, if you need anything."
>Kronii remains frozen on the spot, until Anon finally closes the door behind him, leaving her alone
>For a fraction of second, she considers just throwing off the ridiculous outfit, but her pride stops her
>She lost a bet fair and square, so she has to suffer through this
>She goes and grabs the vacuum cleaner and a duster, deciding to get those done while anon is not around to ogle her body
>As she starts, the idea of there being some sort of hidden cameras or something keep creeping in her mind