VIP Chapter 284.5 The Spring of the Beast-Eared Maid (8)
Chapter 284.5 The Spring of the Beast-Eared Maid (8)
Will had never seen Iaar out of her maid outfit, except during her sauna training.
She always wore it, and she always kept it impeccably tidy. Even during battles, Will rarely saw her clothes in disarray.
But now…
Will watched as she first unfastened the corset of her maid outfit, then removed the two layers of aprons from the outside, revealing a white underskirt. She then proceeded to unbutton the pale blue buttons on the underskirt one by one.
“Since it’s Young Master’s request, Iaar will certainly agree.”
“It’s just… she’s still a little shy.”
The sound of the wind outside picked up again, buffeting the closed windows. It was as if a subtle hint that they should ignore the outside world and savor the present moment indoors.
Inside, a hearth fire burned, ignited by Will’s flame magic.
At this moment, Will suddenly realized…
Although he had always cared deeply for Iaar, his concern wasn’t always all-encompassing.
As a Shield Saint, her physique was less “slender” and more “sturdy.” Her abdominal muscles were clearly visible, making Will wonder if she even needed a corset to maintain a slender waistline.
Looking at Iaar now, after she had shed her maid outfit, her beautiful body was revealed. Paired with ears so cute they made him wonder what they’d feel like to the touch, and a unique, fluffy wolf tail—he understood why, in the hands of many “nobles,” races like hers were so well-suited to be slaves.
However, he had never thought of her that way.
The first time he met her, in his heart, he had already known Iaar for many years. He understood her future life, her past personality.
She wasn’t his favorite character from the original work he had read. In fact, the popularity of the “underdogs” in the original work was far lower than that of the main teammates.
The week spent here had brought back memories of his own “unremarkable first half of life.”
Iaar had been by his side, growing up with him, like a “childhood friend.”
Now, watching Iaar fumbling to remove her clothes, she seemed less like the legendary “amazing half-beastman” that people talked about, and more like…
Being able to love and be with a childhood sweetheart he had grown old with—it was a satisfaction and excitement that was more psychological than physical.
“I—I’m sorry, Young Master. This maid outfit is always… always a bit difficult to take off. You might have to wait a moment, don’t catch a cold.”
She first slipped her arms out of her shirt…
Then, the thick garment on her body, starting from her shoulders, fell to the floor, piling up into a heap.
Although Will’s words had been firm.
He found himself hesitating now.
He wondered why… when faced with Iaar, this time he was the one who brought it up, unlike the one who was pushed around by others.
It seemed…
It seemed that Iaar’s passive way of confessing her love had, through his repeated responses, made it impossible for him to escape.
He couldn’t bear to see Iaar’s tearful expression.
He couldn’t bear to see Iaar’s wronged and distressed appearance.
He couldn’t bear to hear Iaar’s disappointed sighs.
…
Though he seemed to be the initiator, he had, under the gentle yet overly sensitive affection, become the controlled party.
He seemed to…
Unconsciously start to enjoy the “scent of memories” that Iaar brought him; unconsciously want to fulfill Iaar’s requests; unconsciously want to respond to her feelings.
In the crackling hearth fire, Iaar’s fingers touched the edge of her stockings.
Was she going to take them off too?!
“Wait, Iaar, you don’t have to take off your stockings. They’re just right.”
“Mhm! Iaar remembers, this has always been Young Master’s preference.”
“…Is… is that so? Wait, how do you know about such things—”
She even pulled the stockings up a little higher, making them appear more delicate.
“Because… knowing these things is Iaar’s job.”
Her eyes sparkled with light, and she was certain she was even more eager for this moment than the Young Master in front of her.
[Blackening 300 Questions, Question 18. When you have the opportunity to sleep with someone, how should you choose what to wear?
Of course, you must know all of their preferences. Remember, it must be done stealthily, so you can give them an unexpected surprise at the crucial moment.
This is precisely why you must tempt them, starting from the places they like.]
“Then, Young Master… shall we… start touching from the stockings?”
Her eyes darted away slightly, and her hands didn’t know where to rest.
The tail behind her, however, betrayed her emotions, wagging happily.
“Mhm.”
Listening to Will’s heavy breathing, Iaar leaned closer to him.
“Mmm… Young Master, this… this feels a bit… a bit tingly.”
She couldn’t help but hug Will.
“Mmm… Although… although Iaar shouldn’t command Young Master, but… Young Master… could you…?”
“I’ll be gentle.”
But in reality—
“Y-Young Master, you… you really are a liar…!”
Will chuckled lightly, clearly enjoying the sounds Iaar was making.
“Don’t you know me very well? How should I put it… I’m certainly not a completely honest, kind, and proper good person, am I?”
He wasn’t in a hurry, seeming to enjoy this “exchange” with Iaar during such intimate moments.
Including watching Iaar blush and her eyes water as she was teased…
“Iaar, I feel like you’re expecting something even more than I am?”
“Because, because… because Young Master’s… scent… is very… very strong. For, for Iaar, a scent like this speeds up Iaar’s heartbeat…”
“Mhm. I know.”
Will said this, and his fingers moved towards the tailbone.
The tailbone.
“…This is the first time anyone has touched this spot…”
“I’m wondering, do beastmen tails extend from the tailbone? Is it perhaps a magical organ as part of the body?”
“Young Master… can we please not discuss academic matters at a time like this?”
“Mmm… perhaps this is already my habit.”
“Iaar has waited so long, she’s very unhappy.”
“That’s right. It’s about time. Iaar, you choose what comes next. To be honest, I… have always been passive in this regard.”
[Blackening 300 Questions, Question 19. How should you make him feel like he can’t live without you during this process?
Of course, by giving him an experience that no one else can provide!
Think about it, the experience that only you can offer, making him unable to extricate himself within your body!]
“Then… Young Master, do you remember the promise Iaar once made to you? About Iaar becoming Young Master’s dog—”
She slowly turned around.
Holding another pillow from Will’s bed, she placed it under herself.
“Woof~!”
Her brown tail, with a hint of grey, perked up.
“Hoo…”
Seeing this, Will calmed his heartbeat and his mind.
“Young Master… if you’re willing, you can do some other… extra actions, like… try to grab my tail…?”
“You asked for it.”
“Mmm…!”
Iaar buried her head in the pillow.
Iaar’s soft whimpers, which started as human sounds, seemed to become increasingly “atavistic.”
“Woof-woooo~?”
“Iaar… you’re quite cute. Both your tail and your ears.”
He leaned close to Iaar’s ear.
Just speaking to her ear like this made the fur on her ears tremble.
That’s right. Will smiled with relief. For beastkin, perhaps their ears were even more sensitive than those of half-elves.
“Y-Young Master… you ended up not being gentle at all, like you promised…”
“This… this is…”
“But… but Iaar knows best…”
Her head, buried in the pillow, stirred, revealing her profile.
“Young Master has always been like this.”
“He often does strange things, which others might see as perverted… but he is actually very gentle, he discusses things softly with Iaar, and considers Iaar’s feelings…”
“Because Iaar has watched Young Master grow up…”
“Every one of your wilfulness and oddities, every step forward and hesitation, every wavering and steadfastness, Iaar has seen it all.”
“So… what Iaar likes the most is you, who stubbornly continues to be this way.”
“Please continue in the most natural, most comfortable way.”
“As long as… as long as Young Master still needs Iaar like he does now…”
“Iaar will feel genuinely happy.”
“This is not a lie—because Young Master should understand, Iaar… is the most honest and least likely to lie.”
…
…………
It was snowing.
Dotted white snowflakes, carried by the wind, landed on the tightly shut glass windows, as if white paint was being used to draw on them.
Soon, white mist spread across the windows, blurring out the view of the outside.
The morning wind, signifying the approaching cold, finally stopped, leaving a gentle breeze that whispered like soft words by one’s ear.
As the first snow to signify the arrival of “winter,” it came quietly, yet so suddenly.
“It’s snowing. Iaar.”
Will put on his shirt and picked up the coat Iaar had prepared for him from the coat rack.
He looked up and spoke to Iaar.
Iaar put on her maid outfit again, first patting her skirt, then unfolding the stockings she had taken off, folding them neatly, and placing them in the laundry basket.
Finally, as she fastened the buttons on her chest, she heard Will’s words and followed his gaze to the window.
“Winter has truly arrived.”
Will looked at her profile and sighed for some reason.
No matter what feelings were brought up by the snowscape, the white snowflakes seemed to cast a hint of coolness on the mood.
Now, Will simply looked at the snowy scene outside, feeling a slight chill in his heart.
But…
Iaar gently touched his lips with her finger.
Her warm finger seemed to retain the warmth from when she had buried her hand in the pillow.
She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes.
“No, Young Master… at this moment, for Iaar…”
“It is precisely spring.”
Author’s Note: It seems we have another recommendation tomorrow. If I don’t post five chapters now, I’ll be caught on the recommendation list ( )
