"Young Master, it is time to wake up."
The voice was smooth, elegant, and just a little too close. It was the sound of a catgirl his father Sora had picked up to help look after Kirie ever since he was a kid.
"Kirie, wakey-wakey, it's time for school!" This one was casual and energetic but carried a robotic tinge. NEOS. The AI Ultracomputer that his late mother had bestowed upon him since birth.
"Mnngh..." Kirie, still tangled in his self-heating weighted blanket, barely processed Mille's and NEOS's words. He groaned, shifting onto his side. "Five more minutes…"
A sigh. "I was instructed to ensure your prompt awakening today. Emergency measures will now be deployed."
"And I will...~" NEOS chimed in, sidling up behind Kirie, gently trapping him in her otherworldly, slime-made body. NEOS's android form was unique, a hybrid of an exoskeleton frame encased by a magically infused slime substance. It retained its elasticity and softness no matter the force applied, behaving like a non-Newtonian fluid.
"Do this!~" Her "trap" was the equivalent of a koala hugging a tree, her thick, twenty-eight-centimeter thighs wrapping around his, pointed shins locking his legs firmly in place.
Kirie had exactly two seconds to process that statement before he felt a delicate, gloved hand slipping beneath the blanket.
His entire body froze. It woke up his faculties in an instant. Including the one already awake between his legs. His movements halted as NEOS tightened her hold, two gelatinous orbs pressing and mushing against his back, smothering him further.
These two...! They never miss the chance to do this…
"M-Mille?!" His bright lilac and cyan irises widened at the touch. Sparks of light glittered across his vision. The morning wood's sensitivity was unmatched against Mille's trained hand. Her touch was smooth, soft, and firm—tailored to maximize his pleasure.
"Shhh." Mille's voice remained perfectly calm, as if she were discussing weather patterns rather than... whatever this was. "A direct approach is necessary. You resist standard wake-up calls far too often."
Her fingers moved slowly, methodically, with impossible precision—just enough to tease, never fully commit.
"T-this is...!" Kirie sucked in a sharp breath, his mind short-circuiting between outrage, embarrassment, and sheer physical betrayal. The excess skin pooling at his length's head did not escape Mille's meticulous service. Despite having a layer of skin over his pride and joy, it felt naked under the tanned, muscular, yet intricately gentle catgirl maid's gloved hand.
"Mille...!" he gasped softly, his cottony, sweet voice wringing out from the tap. Kirie's pulse pounded in his ears. The room felt hot and suffocating, and every second of silence only intensified the sensation. Mille's natural scent, along with the fragrance of his relaxing morning tea infused into her clothing, fried his nerves.
NEOS didn't help; her soft proportions were like marshmallows. All he could do was grunt and wiggle in her hold, which only pressed her inner thighs and breasts against him even more.
"A calculated efficiency method," she whispered. "You will awaken swiftly, will you not?" Just as his pent-up factories started to develop their produce, glazing the maid's gloves with that distinctly condensed strawberry-esque Cowper, the door spoke with a knock.
"Kirie?" Isdis's voice was calm—almost suspiciously so. "You should be awake by now." His middle sister, the only other book-smart person in the family besides their seemingly omniscient father.
Oh, hell.
Mille did not stop.
Kirie nearly died on the spot. His heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst. Her firm grip tightened, urging him toward a release he couldn't fight. His body was on fire, his toes curling into the sheets under the weighted blanket.
"S-seriously...?" he hissed under his breath. "Mille—now's not— Ngh!"
The door handle twitched. Not good. NOT GOOD.
Kirie gritted his teeth, forcing his voice steady. "I-I'm up! Just—just getting dressed!"
A pause. Isdis lingered, clearly unconvinced.
Then—a second voice.
"Yo, is he still in there?" Seren. Louder. Less patient. Definitely more of a problem. Kirie and Isdis's little sister, but one who towered over them both at six-foot-flat. Their most physically active and ever-present bundle of energy, and the person both Kirie and Isdis are most protective towards.
Kirie's entire body tensed, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. Mille's hand moved even faster up and down his eight inches. The Cowper fluid from his tip lubricated her fingers, making her wake-up protocol even more effective.
"Ah, yes," Mille suddenly spoke up, her voice composed. "Young Master is currently… occupied. He is currently in the process of waking up and getting ready for school, Young Mistresses."
What the hell kind of phrasing was that?!
"Just making sure he's REALLY woken up, y'know, girls?" NEOS chimed in, waving at the door as if they could see her. The movement caused a jiggling sensation against Kirie's back, making him gasp and grit his teeth, lightly bucking his hips into Mille's apt grip.
Isdis made a noise somewhere between suspicion and understanding. Seren, predictably, had zero tact.
"Uhuh. Dad's waiting downstairs to eat; it's almost time to go. Kelly and Pan are by the car already."
Kirie was seconds away from dying of embarrassment.
"We'll be going in like, thirty minutes," Isdis finally said. "Make sure he's already done eating by then, Mille, NEOS."
"Of course, Young Mistress."
"You got it!" NEOS echoed. The footsteps faded.
"C-cumming...!" Kirie let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Mille, calm as ever, used her other gloved hand to catch his magma-like salvos. It was thick, creamy, and goopy, spurting in huge globs. Her glove couldn't take it all, spilling onto his exposed stomach.
He collapsed back onto the mattress, gasping like he had just survived a life-threatening event—which, in a way, he had.
"Your vitals have stabilized," Mille noted, smoothing her skirt and cleaning his tool with her tongue. A catgirl's tongue resembled that of her ancestors—rough and scratchy. Kirie shuddered when he felt her hot breath as she lapped up the stray seed from his stomach. "Excellent. You are now fully awake."
She removed her gloves, tying them at the edges to ensure not a drop of his peach-tasting essence went to waste. The magical properties infused into her body, strengthening her and bringing her ever closer to becoming the ideal maid for him.
"Ah, ah, Mille, my dear, could you put some in a vial for me to sample? We need to check if he's healthy and maturing!" NEOS slowly unraveled her hold over Kirie as she walked toward Mille, procuring a glass vial from the glitch-like portal that appeared above her hand.
"At once, Miss NEOS." Mille carefully poured a small amount of the white honey into the vial, letting it descend slowly until full.
"Thank you~ I'll see you two later!" NEOS collected the sample into her glitchy void before sauntering out of the room, her jiggly, thirty-two-inch backside swaying with every step. She waved at Kirie and blew him a kiss before closing the door.
Kirie struggled to glare, his face as red as a tomato. "You—! That—! You can't just—!"
Mille tilted her head, a dangerous sparkle in her amber eyes. "Young Master, you are not late for class. I have succeeded in my mission."
Kirie's eye twitched as he frowned.
Mille smiled serenely. "Shall I assist you in dressing?"
"Absolutely not."
By the time Kirie finally pulled himself together, Mille had already flawlessly prepared his outfit—a pink sweater, off-white suspenders, matching shoes, and a complementary beret—on top of his silver watch, pendant necklace, and an ivory ring embedded with lilac amethyst and cyan sapphire. She had also packed his things—a messenger bag containing his laptop, keys, phone, and wallet—and even styled his hair, brushing his pink strands into a neatly textured fringe.
All of this, while he was still struggling to recover from whatever the hell just happened.
They made their way to breakfast, where Sora, his towering seven-foot-tall father, awaited them. Seated at the head of the grand dining table, he exuded an aura of calm authority. His casual dark grey sweats gave him a surprisingly approachable appearance, yet his piercing golden eyes remained as sharp and all-seeing as ever.
Kirie immediately straightened his posture and gave a quick wave. "Dad," he greeted.
Sora nodded, his gaze settling on him. "Enjoyed your morning, dear son?"
Kirie nearly stumbled over his own breath. Mille, the traitor, spoke before he could even think of a defense.
"Master Kirie had difficulty rising this morning," she said smoothly. "I ensured his timely arrival."
Kirie nearly choked on air.
Sora gave him a long, unreadable look. He had trained Mille to handle these things for him, after all.
"...Enjoyed it in full, I see."
Something in Kirie's gut twisted. He knew. Somehow, he definitely knew.
His father wasn't a mind reader, and there were no cameras in the rooms, yet Sora's words felt far too pointed.
Kirie forced an awkward chuckle. "Ahaha, uh, yeah, Mille's… very good at her job..."
Sora hummed, taking a slow sip of his tea. "As expected."
There it was again. That faint flicker of amusement in his golden eyes.
Sora wasn't just smiling—he was smirking.
Smirking!
Kirie's stomach sank.
Meanwhile, across the table, Isdis and Seren had finally joined them.
Seren plopped down unceremoniously, stretching her arms. "Man, I was worried we'd have to kick your door down."
"That would have been unnecessary," Isdis remarked, sipping her tea.
Her tone was neutral, but Kirie didn't trust it.
"Though," she continued, adjusting her glasses, "I do suspect something… peculiar delayed him."
Kirie felt the blood drain from his face.
Mille, ever composed, merely sipped her tea.
Seren squinted at him, scanning his appearance. "Wait. Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?"
Nope. Not happening. Not today.
Kirie snatched up a piece of toast and shoved it into his mouth before blurting, "NEOS tried to dress me up, so I just… I just ran until she, uh, gave up."
Seren raised an eyebrow but shrugged. "You should really listen to your alarm." She turned her focus to her food, but Isdis wasn't done watching him.
Kirie could practically hear her thoughts ticking.
Mille, the only one who truly knew the extent of his suffering, gave him the smallest, most unreadable smile.
Sora continued eating, completely unbothered, even smiling slightly as NEOS stood by his side, watching over the family like a digital overseer.
And Kirie?
Kirie wanted to crawl into a hole.
As Kirie stepped out of the gilded elevator, the cool morning air greeted him. He nodded to the two receptionists at the counter before striding toward the entrance.
Waiting for him outside stood three towering figures, their silhouettes distinct and impossible to miss.
Three women. Three powerhouses. His personal guards.
The first to acknowledge him was the smirking redhead leaning casually against the armored car, arms crossed over her chest.
"Mornin', boss."
Panthera's voice was a husky drawl, playful yet edged with undeniable sharpness. Her amber eyes gleamed with mischief, and the loose folds of her black-and-red kimono barely concealed the wrapped chains around her toned forearms.
A warrior through and through.
Kirie grinned. "Panthera!"
Before he could take another step, a bulky silver-haired woman stepped forward with an infectiously bright smile.
"Pink Boss!"
Kelly raised a massive arm in greeting, the sheer force of her motion stirring the air itself. Her small, kind eyes crinkled in amusement, her button nose twitching slightly as she beamed down at him.
Dressed in a dark purple polo with rolled sleeves, a sturdy vest, and studded gloves, she looked like she could bench press the car they were about to get into.
Kirie laughed, waving up at her. "Kelly, good morning!"
And then—the last one.
A composed, statuesque figure in a pristine white suit with gold accents stood a few steps behind the others.
Her long blonde hair was sleek, parted to reveal prismatic shards woven into her bangs, resembling a crystalline headband. The air around her was stiff, disciplined.
"Master Kirie. Good morning."
Her voice was even, perfectly measured—yet the slightest hesitation betrayed her.
Kirie didn't hesitate. He waved even harder.
"Freda!!!"
The stoic knight's expression didn't waver—but the faint dusting of pink on her cheeks did not go unnoticed.
She bowed slightly, closing her eyes, hiding the telltale blush creeping up her face.
Before Kirie could tease her, Mille was already at the car, holding the door open.
"We should depart, Master Kirie," Freda reminded, ever efficient.
Kirie grinned one last time at his guards before stepping inside.
The day was just beginning.
Getting into the white-and-pink customized Bugatti Chiron, the nanite material that composited the whole car slowly adjusted to every girl's sizes and seats while maintaining the pink, cyan, and lilac interiors.
Mille manned the wheel and Freda was in her passenger seat, leaving the other two muscular ladies to be the ones guarding Kirie very intimately. Like a VIP vehicle, there was a soundproof divider from the front and the back, but also consoles and cameras that allowed vision, sound, and statuses.
"Heehoo~! And we're off!" NEOS's unmistakably chipper voice rang out from the holographic intercom. The low hum of the supercar's magically enhanced engine vibrated through the cabin as the vehicle smoothly pulled out onto the road.
"Next stop: Emberlight University!" He'd eyes flicked to his left—then his right.
Kelly and Panthera were grinning. Not just their usual playful smirks—but something far more dangerous. Calculating. Amused.
And then—they moved.
"Estimated travel time—twenty minutes! Drive safe and enjoy the ride, Kirie~!"
Kirie's brows furrowed. Something about the way she said his name felt... too deliberate.
A quiet snicker. Two, actually.
Before Kirie could react, two powerful, womanly legs draped over his lap from either side, pressing in, trapping him between them.
Kirie blinked. Then blinked again.
"...?!"
The car cruised onto the highway.