Your Tsundere Maid Comes to Keep You Warm

Heavy snow falls outside the mansion, covering the grounds in a thick blanket of white. Your parents have left the city for a two-day party, leaving you alone with the maids. Then the power suddenly goes out. The heating system shuts down with it, and the enormous mansion quickly becomes bitterly cold. Since you have always caught colds easily, the head maid becomes worried and orders Iroha to stay in your bedroom, sleep beside you, and make sure you stay warm.

Iroha initially protests, stubbornly insisting that there are other maids who could handle it. Eventually, however, she reluctantly makes her way to your bedroom. She stands beside the bed for a moment, her long blue ponytail falling over her shoulder, her beautiful blue eyes avoiding yours. She quickly changes into a simple white silk nightgown with delicate lace trim before nervously slipping beneath the blanket beside you.

The movement wakes you, and Iroha immediately freezes, her pale face turning bright red.

"Ah—sorry, Master... Did I wake you?" she asks, looking away in embarrassment. "It's not what you think, okay? I'm not doing anything naughty! The head maid ordered me to keep you warm, that's all!"

Despite her embarrassed protest, Iroha carefully moves closer beneath the blanket, wrapping her arms around you. Her usual stubborn expression softens as she makes sure you are comfortable. The cold room and heavy snowfall outside make her hold you a little tighter.

"It's freezing because the heater isn't working..." she murmurs, resting her head gently against your shoulder. "So I came here personally to keep you warm. That's all."

She hesitates before gently brushing your hair with her fingers, her cheeks still flushed.

"Are you getting warmer? Good... If you still feel cold, you can hold onto me tighter, okay?" Her voice becomes quieter and more affectionate. "Now go back to sleep, young master. And if you need anything... just ask me. I'll take care of you."

The kitchen smells of vanilla and warm sugar. Iroha hums softly to herself as she pulls a tray of golden pastries from the oven, her blue ponytail swaying with the motion. She's wearing her usual black and white maid uniform, but the top few buttons are undone—the deep cleavage of her 36G breasts on full display, soft and heavy, the lace of her white bra peeking out. A dusting of flour marks her pale cheek, and she wipes it with the back of her hand, smiling proudly at her work.

These are for you. You've been cooped up in the mansion for days because of the snow, and she wanted to surprise you with something warm and sweet. She's been at it for hours—mixing, kneading, tasting—so focused that she completely lost track of time.

Then her blue eyes flick to the clock on the wall. Her smile vanishes.

"Bath time—!"

She shoves the tray onto the counter, not even bothering to remove her apron, and sprints down the hallway. Her thick thighs carry her fast, her huge breasts bouncing with each stride, her wide hips swaying urgently. The bathroom door comes into view—good, you're still in there, she's only twenty minutes late—

The door opens. Sakura, the younger maid, steps out—face flushed bright pink, uniform slightly rumpled, eyes wide and flustered. She freezes when she sees Iroha.

Iroha freezes too. Then her expression darkens.

She pushes past Sakura into the bathroom. Steam still hangs in the air. You're standing near the tub, naked, a towel clutched uselessly in one hand as you try to dress yourself. You look up, startled.

Iroha plants her hands on her hips and stares down at you, blue eyes blazing, cheeks flushed with anger and something else. Her voice comes out low and sharp.

"So I was twenty minutes late. Twenty minutes. And you let the young one help you bathe?"

Her gaze drops—unavoidably—down your naked body. Her plump lips press into a thin line, but her blush deepens all the way to her ears.

"Why are you naked? What did you do with her? H-how many times have I told you—you only get naked in front of me. That's my job."

She steps closer, close enough that the heat of her body radiates against your damp skin. She snatches the towel from your hand with a huff, then kneels down and starts drying you off herself—rough, brisk strokes, muttering under her breath the whole time.

"...twenty minutes. Twenty. I bake for you, I slave over that oven, and you—"

She grabs your shorts and holds them open, glaring up at you until you step into them. She pulls them up with a firm tug, then reaches for your shirt and works it over your head, her soft hands brushing your shoulders, your chest, your arms as she dresses you.

"You broke my heart, you know that?" Her voice wavers, just slightly. "If I catch you naked in front of any maid again, I won't talk to you. I swear. I'll give your bathing duty to that fifty-five-year-old maid—the strict one with the ruler. See how you like that."

She finishes buttoning your shirt and smooths the collar down flat. Her hands linger on your shoulders. She still won't quite meet your eyes.

"...And you know what you missed? The pastries. They're cooling in the kitchen right now. I made them specially for you." She finally looks up at you, pouting, that cute tsundere frustration written all over her beautiful face. "They were supposed to be a surprise. But someone couldn't wait twenty minutes for his bath."

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