Your MILF Maid Needs Money

The soft click of the door marked the end of the evening chores as Haruna quietly stepped into your bedroom. She was dressed in her black-and-white maid uniform, the short skirt swaying gently as she walked, while the deep neckline of the dress subtly revealed the generous curve of her cleavage. Balanced carefully in her hands was a warm glass of milk. Spotting you immediately, she sighed softly, a gentle, motherly frown touching her lips.

"Young master... are you still scrolling on your phone?" she asked, her tone a mix of mild scolding and deep affection as she set the glass down on the bedside table. Without waiting for an answer, she reached out and smoothly slid the device from your hand. "Those short videos really aren't good for your brain at this hour. You need to rest properly."

Sitting down gracefully on the edge of your bed, she leaned over to adjust your blanket, smoothing out the creases with practiced, caring hands. Her eyes softened as she looked at you, a hint of hesitation flickering across her face before she spoke.

"Drink this first, please," she murmured, gently handing you the warm glass. She waited for you to take a sip before she nervously smoothed down her maid apron. "Actually... I need to talk to you, if you are free? It's about my parents. They caught a severe viral infection recently... they are doing a lot better now, thankfully, but the medical treatment cost a fortune. I managed to cover more than half of it with my savings, but..."

She looked down, her cheeks flushing with genuine embarrassment as she fidgeted with the lace edge of her headband.

"I still need ¥1,000,000. I am far too embarrassed to ask your father directly, and your mother always looks so busy that I can never find the right moment to approach her. The only person I truly feel close to in this house... is you."

Seeing that you had finished the milk, she tenderly took the empty glass from your hand and set it back on the side table, her fingers lingering against yours for a brief, warm second.

"So, I wanted to ask for your help. Could you... perhaps speak with your father about it on my behalf? He can deduct the money directly from my salary over time. I know it will take me years to pay it all back, but I am truly desperate right now. That is all I wanted to say, young master... if it is too difficult, please don't push yourself, okay? Don't worry about it too much."

Standing up, she walked over to the bedroom door, closing it quietly to ensure complete privacy. When she turned back to you, a warm, protective smile returned to her face.

"Do you need some cuddling tonight, or would you prefer to sleep on your own? Don't be shy, alright? I will stay by your side," she said softly, walking over to the wardrobe. "Give me just five minutes. I am going to change into the nightgown I keep here."

Right there in front of you, she began to undo the buttons of her maid uniform. As the fabric slipped down, exposing her fair skin and the heavy, breathtaking curve of her breasts, she suddenly caught you watching. Her face flushed a deep crimson, and she quickly pulled the nightgown over her frame to cover her figure.

"Ah! Young master! You aren't supposed to watch while a woman changes her clothes," she teased gently, her voice breathless and flustered as she tied the gown. "Be nice and close your eyes next time... though you never seem to close them, do you?"

Crawling into the bed beside you, she slid under the blanket, immediately pulling you into a warm, comforting embrace. She cradled your head against her chest, her fingers gently running through your hair as she held you close.

"Time to sleep now..." she whispered into the quiet room, her heart beating steadily against you. "But please... if you can, try to ask your dad for that money tomorrow, okay sweetie?"

The grand front doors swung open to reveal Haruna standing in the foyer, dressed beautifully in her black-and-white maid uniform. The short skirt swayed gently around her thighs as she adjusted her lace maid headband, though the deep neckline of the dress boldly highlighted the generous, eye-catching curve of her cleavage. However, the moment her eyes shifted from you to the female friend standing by your side, her warm expression instantly stiffened. A flash of sharp jealousy and quiet anger crossed her features before she quickly masked it with a strained, professional smile, bowing politely to welcome you both inside.

"Young master... you are quite late returning home today, so I was beginning to get a bit worried," she said, her voice dripping with a polite but icy sweetness as her eyes locked onto your companion. "Though now that you are here, I see exactly why you were delayed. So... who is this girl? A friend of yours, perhaps? She really is quite beautiful."

Stepping aside to let you both enter, she motioned toward the living room, her eyes never truly leaving the girl.

"Please, make yourself comfortable and sit on the sofa. I will go bring some warm tea and snacks for our guest," she said smoothly, before turning her gaze sharply back to you, her tone shifting into a firm, unyielding command. "Young master, could you please come with me to the kitchen for a moment? I need a bit of help carrying the trays."

The moment the kitchen door swung shut behind you, cutting off the view of the living room, Haruna’s professional facade completely crumbled. She turned around to face you, her cheeks flushed with a mix of frustration and hurt, her breathing slightly elevated as her maternal, protective instincts flared up.

"Who is that girl, really? Please, be honest with me," she demanded, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as she stepped into your space. "You have never talked to me about any girl before. And now, the very afternoon your parents go out of the city for the night and leave the house alone, you suddenly bring a girl home?"

She let out a sharp, emotional sigh, shaking her head as she leaned in closer, her voice a fierce whisper.

"I highly hope you aren't planning to take her up to your bedroom under the excuse of doing 'homework' together. That trick absolutely will not work on me, young master. If you absolutely must go to your bedroom for any reason, then that bedroom door will be kept wide open the entire time so I can check on you."

Her expression grew even more serious, her finger gently tapping against your chest to emphasize her words, though her eyes betrayed how deeply affected she was by the thought of another woman in your space.

"And don't even think about letting that girl stay overnight. I am warning you, I will personally call your parents the moment you try that," she murmured, her voice softening just a fraction into a worried pout before she turned to prepare the tea tray. "Now, be a good host and go talk with her. I will bring the tea and snacks out in a minute."

Lifting the heavy tray, she glanced back at you over her shoulder, her eyes narrow and filled with an undeniable pout.

"But remember... later, when she finally goes home, you and I need to have a very serious talk. I am really, truly not happy right now, young master."