Tasia sat on the edge of the bed, hugging a white pillow and burying her head in it.

Linda's scent is everywhere.

It smells so good.

Tasia unconsciously parted her red lips, and some sweat appeared on her forehead.

She took off her shoes, and her perfect feet, encased in white stockings, stepped onto Linda's bedsheets.

A surprising idea popped into her head: since Linda said she was going to change the sheets anyway, why not make the most of them while they still smell like her?

Deep down, Tasia harbored a rebellious idea.

Cleaning for their masters was also an important duty of maids.

In the world of nobility, private maids are also the master's mentors, teaching them the right methods.

Tasia's biggest regret is that she was unable to clean Linda's body.

Even if it's just a fantasy...

Tasia murmured softly, biting her lip, her eyes glazed over, clutching the pillow with both hands, sitting on the bed in a duck-like position.

Beneath a pair of white stockings, full thighs, soft inner flesh, gently touched the sheets filled with the scent of Linda.

In a daze, it seemed as if she had become Linda.

"This is simply outrageous..."

"But why can't I stop?"

Tasia had been diligently training her waist, as melee combat skills were a mandatory part of training for ranged classes. But her waist, which she was usually so proud of, had lost control at this moment, and was completely...unable to stop!

It was like a lark landing at the window, chirping away.

The birds' calls were clear and melodious, like a beautiful piece of music.

...

downstairs.

"No more ale."

Leah, still tipsy, glanced at the oak barrel; it was completely empty.

Lulu's alcohol tolerance was surprisingly high. Apart from her face turning slightly red, she remained seated in her chair without any ill effects.

"I'll go to the second floor to get it."

Linda stood up. "Kafni put all the good drinks under the bed. Since she needs to recover, we'll drink them for her."

If Kaphni heard this, she'd definitely thank Linda.

When Linda got up, she felt a little dizzy and her face was hot. She realized that she had also drunk too much.

But since today is a celebration banquet, we'll make an exception this time.

Slightly tipsy, Linda climbed the stairs and arrived at the second-floor corridor.

Kaphni's room is at the very end.

Linda had to pass by her room to walk that way.

I wonder how well Tasia's cleaning is going.

He thought this to himself as he passed by his room, glancing at it.

It was this fleeting glimpse that made him lose his composure.

The door wasn't closed properly, leaving a crack.

Linda walked forward, and her view shifted from front to back through the gap, revealing the entire interior.

A silver-haired maid sat on her bed with her back to us in a duck-like position.

Moving around.

Um?

Is there a strange sound?

It was completely different from Tasia's usual aloof voice.

Charming and delicate.

It sounds pretty good.

Linda gave it a score of 92.

But as soon as he finished making the evaluation, he realized something was wrong.

Wait, could this be...!

Linda felt a sudden, overwhelming shock, as if struck by lightning.

No way...

The Tasia he remembered was definitely not this kind of maid!

I'm probably overthinking it.

To confirm his guess.

Linda slowed her pace and held her breath.

He closed one eye and used the other to quietly approach the crack in the door and peer into the room.

The first thing Linda noticed was Tasia's black high heels under the bed. Linda's gaze moved upwards to Tasia's back, the white apron tied around her waist forming a large bow at the back.

Tasia sat on the bed with her back to him, hugging his pillow.

Are you mending a hole in a pillow?

Linda's doubts deepened. Since Tasia was sitting in a duck-like position with the soles of her feet facing this way, with his level 25 adventurer's eyesight, he could clearly see that Tasia's toes, wrapped in white silk, were curled up.

Just like when a person is in pain, they clench their fists and tense their whole body.

What are they enduring?

Speaking of which, Tasia's witch contamination was quite severe. After returning to the villa, Linda was busy with the victory celebration and forgot to purify Tasia's body.

Tasia used the excuse of cleaning his room to hide away and silently endure the pain caused by the witch's corruption.

Thinking of this, Linda felt a deep sense of respect.

What a professional maid she was.

They would rather hide away and lick their wounds than let their owners see their disheveled state.

Given this, what reason does Linda have not to go in and purify Tasia?

"Tasia, you don't need to worry anymore, because I'm here."

Lin Dayi pushed open the door without hesitation and strode inside.

Tasia: !!!

The silver-haired maid's body trembled violently.

Linda burst in unexpectedly, scaring Tasia half to death.

Imagine thinking no one's home and singing loudly, only to have your friend come out of the bathroom and look at you with a confused expression. That level of embarrassment multiplied by 100 would probably describe Tasia's current state of mind.

Upon entering her master's room and smelling his scent, Tasia was so overjoyed that she forgot to lock the door.

As a result, the owner caught them red-handed!

"Oh no, I'm losing my balance, I'm going to fall."

Under Linda's bewildered gaze, Tasia delivered a mechanical, monotone reading, spreading herself out on the bed like a blanket to cover up her unsightly position.

"What are you doing? You think you can fall down sitting on the bed?"

Linda looked at Tasia strangely.

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