The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 283.5 - Springtime for the Beastkin Maid (8)

Other than during her sauna training sessions, Will had never seen Eir without her maid uniform.

She always wore it—always perfectly neat, even in battle. Rarely was it ever disheveled.

But now...

Will watched as she first removed the corset of her dress, then untied the outer apron, leaving only her white underskirt before slowly unbuttoning the pale blue buttons down the front.

“Since it’s Young Master’s request... of course Eir will obey.”

“It’s just... I’m still a little embarrassed.”

Outside, the wind howled against the closed windows, as if urging them to stay inside—to savor this moment.

Inside, the fireplace crackled, lit by Will’s flame magic.

And as he watched her, Will suddenly realized—

He had always cared for Eir, but that care had never been comprehensive.

As a shield knight, her body wasn’t just slender—it was toned, defined. The contours of her waist, even without the corset, remained sharp. It made him wonder if she had ever needed the corset in the first place.

Looking at her like this—her bare skin, her ears (soft and begging to be touched), her fluffy tail—he understood exactly why beastkin were so often taken as slaves among the nobility.

But he had never thought of her that way.

From the first moment he saw her, in his mind, he had already known her for years. He knew her future, her past, her struggles.

She hadn’t even been his favorite character in the original story. If anything, the “failed heroines” had always been overshadowed by the main party.

But this past week had reminded him of his own neglected “first half”—the life before the story began.

Eir had always been by his side. His childhood companion. His dearest person.

And now, watching her fumble out of her clothes—rather than the infamous “amazing beastkin slave” people whispered about—she felt more like...

A childhood friend he had finally, finally gotten to love. Less about physical desire, more about something deeper—something warm.

“S-Sorry, Young Master. The uniform is... a little hard to take off. Please wait a moment. Don’t catch a cold.”

She slipped her arms free first, then let the thick fabric slide from her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

Will had been the one to suggest this, yet now... he was hesitating.

Why? Why was he the one pushing forward this time, when before he had always been the one pushed down?

It was almost as if...

Eir’s passive affection had trapped him far more effectively than any overt control.

He couldn’t bear to see her cry.

He couldn’t stand her looking hurt.

He hated the sound of her disappointed sighs.

...

In the end, though he seemed like the one taking charge, he was just as ensnared by her love—gentle yet overpowering.

He had...

Started unconsciously longing for the nostalgia she brought. Started unconsciously wanting to fulfill her every request. Started unconsciously needing to respond to her feelings.

In the crackling firelight, Eir’s fingers hooked into the hem of her stockings.

She was taking those off too?!

“Wait, Eir. The stockings can stay. This is good enough.”

“Mm! Eir remembers now. This has always been Young Master’s preference.”

“......H-Has it? Wait, how do you even know—”

She tugged the stockings up slightly, making them cling tighter.

“Because... knowing these things is Eir’s job.”

Her eyes sparkled, brighter than Will had ever seen. She was far more excited for this than he was.

[“300 Questions for Going Blackening,” Question 18: When given the chance to sleep with them, how should you dress?

“Learn everything they like. Secretly. So when the time comes, you can surprise them.”

“Lure them in—start with what they love most.”]

“Then... Young Master... would you like to... start with the stockings?”

Her gaze flickered away, her hands fidgeting.

But her tail betrayed her—wagging uncontrollably.

“Mm.”

Eir listened to Will’s heavy breathing as he drew closer.

“Mmm... Young Master, this... this feels a little... tingly...”

She couldn’t help but pull him into an embrace.

“Mm... Eir shouldn’t... order Young Master around, but... could Young Master...”

“I’ll be gentle.”

But in reality—

“Y-Young Master... really is a liar...!”

Will chuckled, enjoying the sounds she made.

“Didn’t you say you knew me well? Then you should’ve guessed... I’m not exactly an honest, gentle, or well-behaved person, right?”

He wasn’t in a rush. In fact, he loved teasing Eir like this—watching her fluster, her cheeks reddening, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes...

“Eir, I get the feeling you were looking forward to this more than I was.”

“Because... because Young Master’s... scent... is so... so strong. For Eir, this scent... makes my heart race...”

“I know.”

Will murmured this as his fingers trailed lower—to the base of her spine.

Her tailbone.

“......No one’s ever touched there before...”

“I was just thinking—do beastkin tails extend from the tailbone? Are they purely physical, or do they function as magical organs too?”

“Young Master... please don’t think about academic things right now...”

“Mm... Maybe it’s just a habit.”

“Eir waited so long... Eir is very unhappy.”

“Right, right. We’re done with that. Eir, you choose what happens next. Honestly... I’ve always been passive in this regard.”

[“300 Questions for Going Blavckening ,” Question 19: How do you make them feel like they can’t live without you during this?

“Give them an experience only you can provide!”

“Make them addicted to you!”]

“Then... Young Master, do you remember Eir’s promise? About becoming your... dog—”

She slowly turned around.

Grabbed a pillow from Will’s bed.

Pressed it beneath herself.

And—

“Woof~!”

Her tail, brown with a hint of grey, perked up.

“Hah...”

Will took a deep breath, steadying himself.

“Young Master... if you want, you can... do other things too. Like... try grabbing the tail...?”

“You asked for it.”

“Mmm—!!”

Eir buried her face in the pillow.

Her muffled whimpers started human—then gradually grew more... primal.

“Awooo~?”

“Eir... you’re cute. Your tail, your ears... all of it.”

He leaned in, whispering directly into her ear.

Just that—just his breath against her fur—made her entire ear twitch.

Of course. Will smiled. For beastkin, the ears were likely even more sensitive than a half-elf’s.

“Y-Young Master... really didn’t... keep your promise to be gentle...”

“Well... that’s just how it is.”

“But... but Eir knows best...”

She turned her head slightly, peeking at him from beneath the pillow.

“Young Master has always been like this.”

“Doing strange things—things others might call perverted... but actually, you’re gentle. You whisper to Eir. You always think about how Eir feels...”

“Because Eir watched Young Master grow up...”

“Every time you were selfish, every time you hesitated, every time you pushed forward... Eir saw it all.”

“So... what Eir loves most... is this you. The one who keeps being strange and wild.”

“Please... keep going. However feels most natural to you.”

“As long... as long as Young Master still needs Eir like this...”

“Eir will be happy.”

“This isn’t a lie—because Young Master knows, right? Eir... is the most honest person. Eir never lies.”

...

It was snowing.

Tiny white flakes clung to the windowpane, painting it in frost.

Soon, the glass fogged over, obscuring the view outside.

The morning’s biting wind had died down, leaving only a faint breeze—like a whisper against the ear.

The first snow of winter had arrived—silent, sudden.

“It’s snowing, Eir.”

Will pulled on his shirt, then the coat Eir had prepared for him.

He looked up, speaking to her.

Eir, now back in her maid dress, smoothed out her skirt before neatly folding her stockings and placing them in the laundry basket.

As she fastened the last button on her blouse, she heard Will and followed his gaze outside.

“Winter... really is here.”

For some reason, Will sighed.

No matter what happened when snow fell, the cold always seeped into his mood.

Right now, watching the white-covered world, he felt that chill again.

But—

Eir pressed a warm finger to his lips.

Her touch still carried the heat from when she had clutched the pillow.

She tilted her head, smiling softly.

“No, Young Master... to Eir...”

“This is still spring.”