dmims Chapter 486 Maid
Chapter 486 Maid
Naruto Uzumaki felt himself falling into a very strange state.
This must be a worry, right? He thought vaguely to himself. But if it is a worry, then it must be the happiest worry in the world.
He didn't know why, even though Uchiha Satsuki was such an iceberg in front of outsiders—cold eyes, distant tone, and an arrogant attitude of "stay away from me" to everyone.
But why...?
Is it possible that if you raise enough favorability, the iceberg will turn into this?!
Naruto secretly raised his eyelids, then quickly lowered them again, his cheeks burning like freshly cooked ramen.
Before him stood Uchiha Satsuki, wearing that outfit... that outfit he had only briefly imagined.
The incident began when Satsuki saw a shop on the shopping street that was decorated in an exceptionally exquisite manner, with cute menus and dolls displayed in the window.
Maid Cafe.
Zuo Yue stopped in her tracks.
She stood at the shop entrance, staring blankly at the glass door with the bell hanging on it for a long, long time. Then, just when Naruto thought she was going to say "boring" and turn to leave, she silently picked up a brochure from the shelf by the door.
Naruto leaned over for a look and saw that Sasuke's ears were bright red.
The booklet featured images of girls in black and white lace-trimmed dresses, smiling with their hands clasped in front of them, accompanied by the text: "Welcome back, Master."
Satsuki didn't speak, but her gaze lingered on the details of the dress for an unusually long time. The lace headband, the knee-length skirt, the pure white over-the-knee socks, the round-toed loafers…
Naruto looked at her slightly flushed profile, and for a moment, his mind went blank—what if Satsuki wore this outfit…
Then Satsuki put it on.
At that moment, Uchiha Satsuki was standing in front of him wearing this outfit.
It was an extremely classic Japanese maid dress.
The black dress was adorned with pure white lace ruffles, and the fluffy, knee-length skirt swayed gently with her soft breathing.
A matching pure white apron, tied in an exquisite bow, was tied around her chest. The wrists were fitted with lace cuffs, gently encircling her slender wrists.
On her legs were a pair of brand-new, finely textured, pure white over-the-knee socks. The socks hugged her shapely, slender calves, leaving a subtle crease just above her knees. On her feet were a pair of black loafers.
Uchiha Satsuki was tilting her head slightly, looking at him with her eyes that were filled with warm, moist mist.
She was still a little unaccustomed to this outfit, her fingers gently pinching the hem of her skirt, but her nervousness was mixed with a cautious anticipation.
"...How is it, Naruto?" Her voice carried a hint of probing. "This outfit...how does it look on me?"
Naruto opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound.
dying.
This was the first thought that popped into his mind.
Then Zuoyue deduced something from his silence. She mustered her courage, and following the example in the brochure, gently folded her hands in front of her and lowered her head slightly.
"...Master, welcome home."
"Is that so? Naruto...do you like it this way?"
hum-
Naruto's vision suddenly went black for a moment.
When he finally regained his vision, he found himself leaning against the back of the sofa, about to die. He really was going to die.
But... it was totally worth it!
He screamed this in his heart, but his face only grew redder and redder until even the base of his neck began to feel hot.
Satsuki looked at him quietly.
Watching Naruto's deep blue eyes become moist and dreamy because of her, watching his cheeks flush like the sunset, watching him completely defenseless as his soul left his body because of her calling him "Master".
...もう limit.
Satsuki's throat bobbed slightly.
Her gaze slid from Naruto's reddened eyes to his slightly pursed lips due to nervousness, and then to the small patch of skin exposed at the slightly open collar, flushed red from his rising body temperature.
She wanted to do something, she really wanted to.
However, Naruto doesn't seem to have that kind of impulse yet?
He just blushed, looking at himself in a daze, like a feline creature that had been fed too much catnip, slumped limply on the sofa, his eyes unfocused yet satisfied.
Did we do it too many times just now...?
Zuo Yue silently did the math in her mind. From the amusement park to the movie theater to the bridal shop, from the dinosaur park to the shopping street to this suddenly appearing maid café… today has indeed been…
She gently bit her lower lip.
But I still want to be a little greedier.
The lighting in the private room was just right, a warm, amber-toned yellow that enveloped the entire space in a lazy and private atmosphere.
On the sofa, Naruto Uzumaki was completely relaxed, nestled in the soft cushions, when Satsuki moved.
She didn't say anything, but quietly took a step forward and naturally, skillfully, leaned into Naruto's arms.
With fluid movements, she turned slightly to the side, her shoulder blades pressed against his chest, the back of her head finding the hollow of his neck, her whole body fitting perfectly into that curve that belonged only to her.
Naruto's arm reacted faster than his mind.
The instant he felt the touch, he instinctively tightened his embrace, holding Zuo Yue firmly in his arms. His palm rested on her side, and through the thin fabric of her maid's dress, the familiar softness and warmth flowed continuously through him.
The lace trim of the maid's outfit brushed against his chin, tickling him and carrying with it the cool yet inexplicably sweet scent emanating from Satsuki.
"...How are you feeling, Naruto?"
A muffled sound came from his arms. Zuo Yue didn't look up, but buried her face in his collarbone, her eyelashes gently brushing against his skin.
"Eh...?"
Naruto paused for a moment, then looked down at Satsuki in his arms. She was slightly raising her eyelids, her eyes, now pure black, gazing quietly down at him, the shadows of her eyelashes trembling gently in the warm light.
What does "feeling" mean?
Does it refer to this outfit? To today's date? Or to—
Naruto realized what she was asking.
He looked at the jet-black hair held up by a pure white headband so close to him, and felt the familiar, soft touch in his arms that was already imprinted in his body's memory.
"...Mmm." His voice was full of affection. "It feels familiar...it feels reassuring."
This is the truth.
No matter what clothes Satsuki wears, whether she uses the aloof demeanor of "Uchiha Satsuki" or the shy tone of "Master," as long as I hold her in my arms like this, the sense of security that overflows from the depths of my soul will never change.
That was his wife. Her warmth belonged only to him.
However, the warmth vanished the next moment.
Zuo Yue braced herself against his chest, sat up straight decisively, and then stepped out of his embrace.
Naruto's arms remained frozen in mid-air, still in a hugging position, his chest feeling empty. The sense of security that had just filled his chest suddenly collapsed.
He blinked blankly, looking at Zuo Yue standing in front of the sofa, looking down at him.
"And me," she began, her voice carrying an undeniable solemnity, "I really hope that Naruto can... always find something new and exciting about me."
Naruto hadn't had time to process the meaning of those words.
"Bang."
A soft, muffled sound, like chakra bursting forth.
Two identical figures appeared out of thin air beside Zuo Yue; it was a clone technique.
However, what happened the next second made Naruto's eyes widen.
On the left, Satsuki is a bit taller than her original self. The originally slender girlish outline has been replaced by softer curves, with rounded shoulders, a full and voluptuous chest, and a slender waist, outlining a voluptuousness unique to mature women.
Her face had changed too. It was still the same face that made Naruto's heart race, but the girlish naiveté had faded from her eyes, replaced by a gentle, inclusive, and reassuring maternal aura.
The slight upturn at the corners of her eyes softened, and a faint smile played on her lips, exuding an aura of "reliability" that made people want to act coquettishly.
Satsuki on the right, however, went to the other extreme.
His height decreased, shrinking from over 1.7 meters to only reaching Naruto's chest. His handsome face lost its sharp angles, his eyebrows curved, and his cheeks were plump with baby fat, giving him an innocent and adorable puppy-like aura.
She was dressed in the same maid outfit as her original self—but the skirt was noticeably longer, and her over-the-knee socks were loosely bunched up at the back of her knees.
Naruto only glanced at it.
No! I'll feel guilty if I keep watching!
He abruptly turned his face away, his ears turning bright red.
This is Zuoyue's ability; she can freeze her appearance and figure at any point in time she desires.
Nineteen-year-old Uchiha Satsuki, twenty-three-year-old Uchiha Satsuki, thirty-year-old Uchiha Satsuki... and even earlier...
No, no, no, absolutely not—! Naruto shook his head violently, trying to banish the dangerous images from his mind.
In other words.
Sōgetsu is not yet nineteen years old, but he can already experience in advance what the future Sōgetsu will be like as a "young woman"—shedding her immaturity and becoming gentle and tolerant.
And another... legal loli.
Naruto clenched his fist tightly.
The three Zuo Yue slowly surrounded them.
The woman on the left walked with a calm and elegant gait, her skirt swaying gently with her steps, and the gentle smile on her lips reminded Naruto of the look in Mikoto's eyes when she looked at him.
The one on the right was running around with small, shuffling steps, stepping on the hem of her maid outfit several times, while muttering "Naruto, Naruto" under her breath.
And right in the center is the real person—almost nineteen years old, dressed in a maid's outfit, with the blush still lingering on her cheeks from being called "Master" earlier.
She was gazing at him quietly and persistently with those dark eyes that were filled with expectation and some more dangerous emotion.
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(My imagination has been a bit lacking lately... so I can only write this kind of simple and direct way of showing affection.)
(Uchiha Satsuki (Trinity), thanks to group member Gluttony for the fan art!)
Maid with long hair in February