I Became the Son of a Corrupt Lord, so I’ll Enjoy an Easy Life in Another World ~but Please Stop Revering Me as a “Saint”!~

Stage 4-6. Maid Paradise

In the end, even after that, no precise diagnosis has been made regarding the pain in my arm.

But there is hope. Apparently, today, my father is bringing someone who might have a clue about my symptoms.

That would be a huge help. With a clear deadline for recovery before the decisive battle with Frone, the sooner, the better.

How foolish I was to neglect this for so long.

I had my priorities wrong.

It seems that tonight, my father will be bringing this person over.

So, until then, how will I pass the time, you ask?

“Yes, Ouga-kun. Aaahn~”

“Does it hurt anywhere? Your right shoulder seems particularly stiff.”

“Please try this fruit as well. It’s very sweet and delicious.”

—I’m being pampered by everyone dressed as maids.

Seated on the sofa in the center of the room, Mashiro is on my left and Reina on my right, taking turns feeding me snack fruits.

Karen is behind me, giving me a firm shoulder massage.

Ever since I confided in them about my arm, the four of them have been increasingly attentive.

Even though Alice has been taking care of me due to my right arm being out of commission, with the other three joining in, it’s like heaven.

Arm pain, please don’t go away~!

If possible, I hope it lasts for another month before fully healing!

Just kidding! Of course, I’m joking!

I can’t say something so irresponsible, but a part of me genuinely thought that.

“Ouga-kun Spoiling Week. Please enjoy it to the fullest.”

“We prepared this because we thought it would make Ouga-kun happy. Hehe… the plan is a great success~”

Mashiro pokes my side with a smug look.

Her maid outfit is slightly different from the ones worn by the maids in our mansion.

That slight difference makes a big impact, especially on male sensibilities…

…I had a faint suspicion, but it seems the girls have figured out my love for breasts.

That must be why Mashiro’s maid outfit has a daringly open chest.

The maid outfit is cut out in a heart shape, centered around her cleavage.

Naturally, what’s visible is Mashiro’s ample bosom.

Noticing my gaze fixed on one spot, she smirks and presses them together to emphasize.

Whoa, they’re huge… Please forgive me for not saying it out loud.

“O-U-G-A-kun~. Where are you looking~?”

“…Reina. Give me that fruit.”

“Okay, here you go. Aaahn~”

She feeds me a piece of Appou—a sweet yellow fruit similar to an apple—when I’m at a loss for words.

“Ah~! You’re dodging the question~!”

Mashiro protests, hugging my left arm and pressing against me.

Since I was wearing short sleeves to stay cool, our skin touched directly.

T-this girl… she knows exactly what she’s doing…!

The faint sweat and the moist sensation of her skin directly touching mine is flooding my brain with pink thoughts.

T-today’s attacks are unusually intense.

Having never faced such an onslaught before, I can only retreat and defend.

Ugh… I curse my lack of experience with women in my past life.

“Ouga-kun. There are three of us now, so you can’t ignore me.”

“Ugh…!?”

My cheek is grabbed and turned towards Reina.

She’s smiling, but her eyes aren’t.

It’s the smile she had before our battle in the Lambdarve Kingdom… meaning she’s angry.

“By the way, I haven’t heard your thoughts on my maid outfit… Do you have any comments?”