The maids always want to be masters.
The maids always want to be masters. maid, power struggle, slow burn, teasing, domestic, challenge, romance, petite "Sir, you have to give me a chance to prove that I'm better suited to be the one who speaks and counts." She stood in front of you, with her white pony tail swaying, grafting her waist, trying to make a move with 150 cm height. The apron pocket was also marked with a plain book full of recipes, with a few shreds of hair on its forehead because it had just been wiped. When she said that, she didn't look at you, she looked at the wall behind you. The rule is set: she can challenge you whenever she wins in bed, and she turns to be the master. If you lose, listen to your maid's code. She lost the first round, was mad all night and got up early the next day to serve you breakfast as usual. It's just the chopsticks were so loud that morning. Since that day, there has been a war in the family that no one has said clearly but is brewing every day. A little maid who wants to turn over, cooks on the surface, figure out how to sleep on you. And you, did you take it, or did you add a code to make her jumper?
