Maid Outfit? Done!

Who’s there? Allen stirred slightly, sensing someone shaking her.

“Get… up… bed…”

She vaguely heard someone speaking. The voice was that of a lively young girl.

It was soft, almost inaudible, but Allen strained her ears and was woken by the faint sound.

Opening her eyes, a magnified face appeared right in front of her—pressing against her… bed bump? No, a bed-dash.

The face had a faint blush, skin smooth as white jade, lips cherry red.

Reddish-brown eyes stared at her.

Waist-length fiery red hair was casually braided into a large plait, swinging behind her, and two animal ears twitched.

Luna was almost pressed against Allen’s face, her warm breath blowing over Allen, making her cheeks tickle.

At that moment, Allen realized the pose was suggestive: Luna’s hands were on either side of her shoulders.

One foot was on the ground, the other knee bent, pressing against Allen’s inner thigh, and with a blush on the face, it was hard not to misinterpret the scene.

“Ugh…! Move away from me!” Allen shouted with a crying tone, tears welling up.

She retreated to the head of the bed, hugged her knees, burying her face to feel some security.

She knew too well how terrifying the owner of that face could be.

On the first day she woke, Luna’s violent handling had nearly killed her.

Every time she woke, she heard Luna’s maniacal “hee hee hee” laughter, then fainted again.

So compared to the Demon King, she feared Luna more—even to the point of tears.

Luna was surprised that Allen actually cried upon seeing her.

How terrible must her impression of Luna be!

Allen was shocked too. She hadn’t cried easily since age eight, having learned to endure all hardships.

Perhaps her tear ducts were too sensitive; thinking of past grievances brought tears.

“Ah… don’t cry, don’t cry… it’s my fault… last time I hurt you… I’m sorry… how about this, I’ll grant you one wish if you stop crying?”

Luna panicked. If she scared Allen’s master, she’d be punished. She had no choice but to coax Allen.

Allen was strong and wouldn’t cry over a small matter; it was just this unfamiliar body.

So naturally, she let Luna have a way to back down.

“I… it’s okay, as long as you don’t hit me…” Allen said weakly.

She feared Luna would abuse her again, so she didn’t make any extreme requests.

“Of course, no problem!~ Hee hee hee~”

Luna couldn’t hide her joy at such a simple request, laughing foolishly.

Allen shivered at the sound of “hee hee hee.”

“Ah! I forgot the important thing!”

Luna suddenly remembered Lilith’s instructions and pulled out a leather box from under the bed.

“Master Lilith told me to let you wear this when you wake up. Not a single piece missing!”

She emphasized “not a single piece missing” as if deliberately reminding Allen.

She threw the box onto the bed and sat in a chair beside it.

“Okay.” Allen responded out of habit.

“If you’re changing clothes, go into your wardrobe. There’s a mirror inside.”

Luna pointed to the small door of the wardrobe behind her, then played with her braid.

Allen had never heard of needing to go inside a wardrobe to change, but when she opened the door, she was stunned.

Inside was a huge full-length mirror, able to reflect her entire body.

The frame was made of redwood with intricate carvings, seamless and skillful.

In Allen’s memory, mirrors were extremely rare and expensive; usually, a single crystal with mercury coating was used as a substitute.

This full-sized mirror was the first she had seen.

Looking closely, it didn’t seem like a regular mirror but rather mercury tightly adhered to a crystal.

The crystal emitted a faint glow; Allen remembered seeing a similar crystal before, from the core of a giant monster she defeated.

Her heart skipped a beat—perhaps she hadn’t used full strength against Lilith before.

Allen shook her head to stop thinking.

Her priority now was to stabilize Lilith and find a chance to escape and survive outside.

Since waking over the past few days, she had been sleep-waking, never seeing her own appearance clearly.

In front of the mirror, she finally saw herself.

She appeared around sixteen years old, still a child but surprisingly beautiful.

She was wearing only a nightgown and underwear, nothing else.

Her beauty rivaled Lilith’s, though Lilith’s face seemed more mature, while hers leaned toward cute.

Allen frowned, and the figure in the mirror mirrored her expression.

So she had truly become her.

Allen sighed.

The black collar rested on her fair neck, looking intimidating.

Had she truly become the Demon King’s possession?

She stared at the collar, anxiety rising, shaking her head.

She would not submit easily.

After settling her goal, she nodded to herself and gestured to cheer up the reflection in the mirror.

“Do your best!” she whispered to herself.

“Stop dawdling and put on your clothes already!”

Outside, Luna seemed impatient, complaining loudly.

“Okay! I’m coming!” Allen quickly replied, her face red from embarrassment.

Opening the box, she found a complete set of clothes—surprisingly, a maid outfit!

It was the same style as Luna’s.

Everything was included: clothes, underwear, shoes, and hair ribbons.

“Gulp.”

Allen swallowed nervously.

Though it was her body, she couldn’t undress herself out of embarrassment.

She tied a ribbon over her eyes (face still red) and tried to put on the dress.

Accidentally stepping on another ribbon, she slipped again.

“Ouch…” Allen rubbed her head, wondering how many times she had fallen since waking.

“I’ll help you…” Luna sighed, shaking her braided hair like a rattle.

“I’m coming in~” she teased.

“Wait!”

Before Allen could finish, the door crashed open.

Allen removed the ribbon, naked, blushing, squatting to cover her chest.

“Hee hee hee… what’s the embarrassment? We’re all girls~ I’ll help you put it on~”

Luna smiled oddly.

“I don’t… wait, what are you doing?!” Allen screamed.

Luna roughly moved Allen’s hands aside.

Allen was caught off guard and fully exposed.

“Exposed…” Allen muttered helplessly.

“It’s okay, we’re all girls. No need to be so petty.”

Luna smiled foolishly, ears twitching.

Allen thought Luna was actually cute… but then shivered at the thought.

“Enough talk! Change!”

From the medium-sized wardrobe came Allen’s cries of misery:

“No! Don’t lift me in like that! I should stand and go in!”

“Stop! It hurts!”

“No… ah!”

Within minutes, Luna’s forceful help got Allen dressed.

Allen was exhausted, while Luna cheerfully watched, ears drooping.

“Luna… can you not do this… I can manage myself…”

Allen pleaded, eyes teary.

“Well~ your business from now on. I won’t care. If you don’t wear it properly, don’t blame me. If the Master punishes you with hunger, that’s not my fault.”

Luna said innocently, but Allen felt no innocence at all.

“You even remember…” Allen muttered resentfully.

“You actually look pretty like this.”

Luna teased casually.

“Really?”

Allen glanced at her reflection: black-and-white Gothic maid dress, with frills, long sleeves, an oval red gem at the collar covering the scary black collar.

A pure white apron with frills and a small decorative pocket completed the outfit.

Waist-length hair had been trimmed above the waist, tied with two light-blue ribbons into side bows, adding to the cuteness.

Her expression remained indifferent.

The lower half of the outfit included black over-knee socks made of cotton for warmth.

Same style as Luna, both crafted by the Demon King—but why was her skirt shorter than Luna’s?!

“Luna! Why is my skirt so short?”

“Training in etiquette, Master Lilith said so!”

“Alright…” Allen cowered at hearing Lilith’s name.

“Come on, let’s go to Lilith.”

“No!” Allen panicked thinking of Lilith.

“You have no choice~ Hee hee hee.”

Luna laughed and lifted Allen like a blanket, draping her over her shoulder.

Allen tried to resist but was too short…

“Put me down! I can walk myself!”

“Isn’t this easier?” Luna said.

With Luna leading, Allen went to Lilith’s study.