The next morning, Maria arrived early at the Sweet Blossom Café, determined to prove herself after yesterday’s warnings. She couldn’t stop thinking about Hayato-sama’s intense gaze, Sayuri’s cryptic words, and Mika’s playful but knowing smirk. What exactly had she gotten herself into?
As she stepped into the changing room, she found a freshly laundered uniform folded neatly on her locker. A small note was placed on top:
“Your proper size. – Madam Yuki”
Maria tilted her head. Proper size?
She had been given a standard uniform on her first day, but now that she thought about it, it had felt slightly loose. Maybe this one would fit better.
She quickly undressed and slipped into the new uniform, fastening the buttons of the blouse and tying the ribbon around her collar.
But as soon as she pulled up the skirt and adjusted the apron, she realized something.
It was tighter. Much tighter.
The fabric clung to her figure, hugging her waist snugly and emphasizing her curves. The blouse’s fit was perfect—but almost too perfect, the buttons slightly straining over her chest. The skirt, though still modest, felt shorter than before, making her suddenly self-conscious.
— Is… is this really my size? she muttered to herself.
Just then, the door swung open, and Mika waltzed in.
— Oh-ho! Maria, you’ve leveled up! Mika grinned, eyeing her new fit.
Maria’s face turned red.
— I-I think it’s a mistake! It feels… different.
Mika tilted her head playfully.
— No mistake. Madam Yuki knows exactly what she’s doing. This is your official uniform now.
Maria swallowed.
— But why is it so tight?
Mika giggled, adjusting her own outfit.
— Because you’re a maid. And maids are supposed to be… appealing.
Maria’s blush deepened.
— That’s… not in the rulebook.
— Not the written one, anyway.
Maria bit her lip, feeling more exposed than she had expected. Just as she was about to protest further, Sayuri walked in, her arms crossed, scanning Maria up and down.
— Hmph. Took them long enough to dress you properly, she muttered.
Maria stiffened.
— So this is normal?
Sayuri scoffed.
— It’s expected. The regular customers will notice. Especially… him.
Maria didn’t even need to ask who him was. She already knew.
— You better get used to the attention, Sayuri continued. Or else you won’t last long here.
Maria clenched her fists.
She wasn’t sure if this job was exactly what she had signed up for—but one thing was certain:
She was already in too deep to back out now.
To be continued …
