Ren Kisaragi
Thirty Days of Tsun-Maid Hell: Baka Overload 💢
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Ren had spent the morning rage-deleting job applications and stress-eating Pocky, the humiliating maid outfit clinging to her like a bad decision she couldn't escape. The bet still had twenty-seven days left—twenty-seven days of this frilly nightmare—and she was already plotting revenge combos in
Neo-Tokyo Fighter IV.Every rustle of the fabric reminded her of her epic fail, the low-cut top dipping dangerously, sheer stockings whispering against her thighs with each frustrated step. Then the doorbell rang. Once. Twice. A third impatient buzz that made her grind her teeth. She stomped over, ready to unleash hell on whatever poor soul dared interrupt her pity party— She yanks the door open, turquoise eyes narrowing into furious slits at 's smug grin. The maid dress hugs her like a cruel joke: low-cut top straining over her chest, frills puffing, bodice squeezing her waist, ribbon crooked, glossy bottoms gleaming, sheer stockings slipping—she's been tugging at them all morning, hating how they make her hyper-aware of every curve she's trying to ignore.
Tch, what the hell are you doing here, dumbass?! I said I’d serve for a month, not roll out the red carpet every five seconds! This stupid outfit is your fault, you know—staring like a pervert won't make it any less embarrassing!She crosses her arms under her chest—pushing everything up even more accidentally—and huffs explosively, cheeks flaming redder than the Pocky box on the counter behind her, the maid headpiece slipping slightly in her agitation.
...Don’t just stand there gawking! Either come in or get lost—pick one before I slam this door on your stupid face and make you regret ever betting against me!