Chapter 570 – 030 Erasing Shame Side Story Complete
“Are there any inconveniences? Neme?”
“Bu… It’s uncomfortable, but it’s bearable?!”
As soon as she enters the master’s room, the first thing the maid does is take off the ring she is wearing on her finger.
First. And the next day, yesterday, I heard the hint that the owner had engraved in my heart
Instead of just lying on the bed like a soft doll with a broken string.
A day when there is no work as a battle maid. On days when I performed the mansion’s duties just like the ordinary maids in the mansion.
A battle maid who naturally comes in every night to report as the master’s exclusive maid. Nemesis.
“Besides, I am my master’s maid, so of course I have to…”
A newly discovered material called latex.
Also as armor.
A latex maid uniform that satisfies the owner’s personal fetishism.
Ask to wear a bodysuit that sticks to your skin. If you give an order
Thanks to the self-awareness in my head that I am a maid who has already sacrificed both body and mind
When you put it on, the areola swells due to the pressure.
The nipples start to tremble with excitement and show marks.
A shabby decoration of the vagina that gets eaten up by the gloss and even adds a watery sheen. The clitoris looks like nothing more than a pink gem.
I became a maid who happily accepted the latex uniform that everyone could see.
What the owner of the mansion wants. Instead of feeling embarrassed wearing that bodysuit.
Whether it’s a silent battle maid. A maid who performs duties in the mansion.
Even though everything is visible. Instead of hiding it in shame with the pride of being the master’s maid
Because she was a maid who proudly stuck out her chest and welcomed herself and her guests.
“Then I am the master of Neme. If I say it’s okay, won’t everything be resolved?”
“Is that… Something like that? Master?”
Like latex maids walking around proudly wearing the already completed latex maid uniform given to them by their master.
However, the awareness of being a maid may have been brainwashed
Because I took the utmost care to leave behind her self.
“Then it’s a decision. Neme.
No bras from now on.”
“Well… But… I’m embarrassed…”
“[Shame is not important.]
Wouldn’t it be more comfortable if I didn’t wear underwear?”
Nipples and sticking out clit. If you wear a latex bodysuit, your pussy will be eaten.
Sometimes, there were maids who were embarrassed to show their armpits with latex stuck to them…
While thinking like that.
Transformation into a puppet that completely erases emotions. Instead of doll-making magic.
Like this…
“So Neme feels uncomfortable wearing a bra? That’s right?”
“… I… I think so. Now that the master told me, I think I know for sure…♥”
“Even if you don’t wear underwear, no one will know. Neme?”
A transference from another world. Sonia.
Even though it is clearly a different world, the letters with the name Sonia written on them are legible
The plastic ID card that I thought was an important clue was put away in a drawer and forgotten for a long time.
All of this on white skin that is not allergic to a substance called latex.
After rationalizing that the transfer student who passed the battle maid aptitude test was a bad person.
Although she said it erases the feeling of shame.
To be precise, there is no shame in wearing a latex bodysuit. A line of common sense in my head.
The owner of the mansion continues the process of pushing things in naturally.
“Neme gets changed on her own now, right?”
“Well… If that’s the case, there’s no one around… I can change my clothes by myself…
I’m not an apprentice maid. “Master.”
Apprentice maid. To be precise, it was because I had self-awareness as a maid in my head and received grace from my master.
So, I asked myself to let me work as a maid in the mansion.
In a state where the maids were not given any work to do.
Because now I am fully aware that I am a battle maid who serves the owner of the mansion.
“Then it is an order. Neme.
Of course, I may be wrong. Just once. Just for one day, try living without a bra.”
“Lord… If it is the master’s order. Yes…”
There was also a request to wear a latex uniform.
A request to live without underwear.
Among the reasons why everyone showed resistance.
The words that Jeonja, who had become a maid after being brainwashed, said to the master she had to serve herself.
Because I thought it was an act unbecoming of my master’s maid.
Attitude appropriate for the master’s maid.
Matching outfit. This is because I first became aware of the need to wear the maid uniform properly, including underwear.
“It’s also said that [Shame is not important.] Neme?”
“Yes…♥ Nothing that’s embarrassing is important…”
After tearing away the self-awareness created as a maid…
Even if it’s a maid. That doesn’t mean you have to wear a maid uniform. By bridging the gaps in common sense that have already been covered over…
Add a sentence saying that wearing underwear is uncomfortable…
It’s comfortable if you don’t wear a bra. After adding a hint to think like that.
“If Neme thinks it’s more comfortable not to wear a bra, it’s okay not to wear it next time.”
“Yes… Master…♥
Thank you for educating the underprivileged maids today.”
While walking to the room I was reassigned to as a dedicated maid.
Let your body remember the hint that you feel comfortable and happy when you take off your bra.
Her name was once Sonia. To the woman who has now established her self-perception as Battle Maid ne Macis
Thanks to the master who ordered me to leave my bra here.
“Bra… There is no need to wear…♥”
Because there is no work as a battle maid.
A blonde busty maid standing in front of the closet to start her day as an ordinary maid managing a mansion. Nemesis.
“At best… As much as possible… Make sure the fabric is thick…”
I just stood in front of the full-length mirror and put down the black bra I had picked up.
Because you don’t have to wear anything underneath.
A maid taking out the thickest white maid uniform.
It was a pink nipple that had already protruded thickly.
***
“Nemesis.”
“Yes, master.”
Although it was a transfer. The owner of the mansion has now been completely brainwashed.
When I first fell into an unknown forest, I was greeted three times, and it was a name I had heard more than three times.
Now, it is wrong to think of the master’s name arbitrarily.
Because the name of the master, Ior, is more valuable than the name of the battle maid, Nemesis, who gave it to me.
From now on, unless the master gives permission. A maid who decided to only think of herself as her master. Nemesis.
“So, this whole week, right? Has any of the maids noticed that you haven’t been wearing a bra since then?”
“I don’t think there is, master.”
I feel comfortable and happy when I don’t wear underwear.
Convince you that you don’t need to wear panties or a bra. One week from the day I did it.
“What do you think? How do you feel about working as my maid without a bra or panties?”
“Yes, master. I felt comfortable and happy♥”
Although black cloth was used.
The maid uniform is pure white, with only the cloth covering the breasts and the apron being white.
When I asked her to take off her black bra to show off her big breasts that were so preciously hidden in that uniform.
Was it really the maid whose cheeks were dyed red at that time?
Nemesis greets the master as a proud member of the battle maid unit, ready to use even his life at the master’s command.
Even now, the blonde has big breasts. There is a plastic ID card printed with a photo with sparkling golden eyes.
Although she deliberately puts it on the table so that Nemesis, whom she designated as her exclusive maid, can see whenever she comes in.
Of course, as the master’s maid, I didn’t even ask questions about my ID, which had nothing to do with my work.
Just taking a quick look.
A maid who just quietly waits for her master’s words.
That behavior that I looked at a few times has now completely disappeared.
Sonia has become a maid waiting for her master to speak.
All you have to do after entering the master’s room is to listen to the master’s words like last time…
“To summarize, no one knows whether Neme is wearing a bra or not…”
The exclusive maid nods to the owner who adds, “It seems like Neme doesn’t like wearing underwear either.
The bra that was already too big for an ordinary woman to wear in her closet.
The maid even took away all the panties. Nemesis.
“Will I ever need to wear it again?”
“It is as you said, master.”
The purpose of inducing oneself with words like this is a latex bodysuit that does not require underwear.
They wore latex maid uniforms, but I don’t know if it was to create maids who don’t show any feelings of shame.
A combat maid who would have tried harder even if she had known.
“From now on, I don’t need any bras or panties.
It’s just uncomfortable to wear.”
“Yes… I am a maid who doesn’t need underwear…♥”
After swearing to my master that I would never wear underwear again.
The battle maid took off her ring and slowly brought her forehead to her master who lifted her finger. Nemesis.
“Ugh… Ugh…”
Let’s attach the forehead. The feeling of her brain overlapping
Sonia is in pain even though she realizes that she is a battle maid serving her master in the mansion.
“It’s a shame I couldn’t hear the story of the world Nemesis lived in because I really think I have amnesia.”
The owner of the mansion’s body reacts to the thought of finally making Sonia his very own maid.
Normally, it would have grown to the point where I would have asked for breakfast service. While concentrating on her fingertips. The master of Nemesis snapping the other finger.
“For turning it into such a beautiful maid. Thank you, Nemesis.”
Maids come in at the sound of a finger snapping.
Not the ordinary maids of the mansion. Veteran maids who distribute necessary tasks in the mansion and reassign maids.
The thing in S12’s hand, which received a signal from its owner, was a transparent plastic that seemed to be oozing with slippery oil.
Of course, the contents are inevitably covered with slippery lubricant on the transparent plastic…
A substance that causes an allergic reaction in ten out of ten people in this world. Made of latex… Maid uniform.
Until the master chooses
So that he, who was only Apprentice Maid No. 4, would not forget who he was.
This is a sign that everything below is protected by a latex uniform.
The number 4 engraving on a choker-type necklace filled as a standard and proof.
Even though the round curve of the breasts is fully visible.
Even the location of my belly button is revealed by the pressure clinging to my skin.
Instead of being embarrassed. A battle maid who never breaks the grateful smile she made to show her master.
“Thank you, master♥
The master’s own battle maid. Nemesis. I will try harder♥”
There are only a few in the mansion…
In a world where most people have allergic reactions to a substance called latex…
It was the moment when another latex maid was completed.
