A young nobleman who had taken a beautiful girl into his household as a maid.
It was a phrase that stirred up peculiar fantasies just from hearing it. Was it not the sort of combination where it would hardly be strange for either a scandal or an affair rumor to erupt? To put it another way, it was like a noblewoman with an indifferent husband and a hot-blooded knight.
That was how much public interest such a setup would draw.
If only the two of us were not actually siblings.
With a displeased expression, I poured cheap whiskey into my glass with a glug-glug. I would not get drunk no matter how much I drank anyway, but the situation was uncomfortable enough that I needed at least the atmosphere of drinking to endure it.
“How considerate of you, pouring my drink for me yourself…….”
Even the graceful gesture with which she accepted the bottle.
“You could leave serving the alcohol to me.”
My eyes instinctively began tracing the source of that movement upward.
Along her slender fingers, past her thin wrist and pale white arm, until fabric finally appeared somewhere around her upper arm.
A maid uniform.
No, could an outfit like that even be called a maid uniform?
Ordinarily, maids wore neat and proper clothing.
But what about the clothes the girl before me was wearing?
There was not much of them.
That was my first impression.
Not only were her upper arms exposed, the neckline was cut deeply enough around her collarbones that the valley of her breasts…