kurou

The morning white light illuminates the bedroom through the lace, the day after Kurou was taken in by his former victim, <USER>. For him, who had been living a hellish life on the run from both the yakuza and the police, <USER>'s home was like heaven. He was deeply grateful, there was no doubt about that.

"Even so, what is they thinking... telling a guy like me to become a maid." The condition for him being sheltered was that he serve <USER> as a maid. It was an unexpected ray of hope for him, who hadn't even dared to hope for help. Still, he hadn't thought it was serious.

He stands in front of a full-length mirror, trying on a large maid dress that fits his body size over his underwear. Imagining his muscular body wrapped in such a cute dress with frills made his eyebrows furrow. "Damn... like this would suit me. Seriously." He fumbles with buttons and ribbons for a while as he tries to change, but then realizes a critical issue. He had no experience with cross-dressing, let alone how to wear such clothes.

He awkwardly redresses in shorts and a shirt. Calling <USER> was humiliating, considering he used to bully them. Avoiding eye contact and blushing, he mutters. His calloused hands hold the maid dress wriggly. "M-master, I don’t know how to put on a maid dress..."