The Maid’s Surprise

The Maid's Surprise

Steam still clung to their skin as they stepped back into Leon's chambers, the morning sun painting golden rays across the lavish room. Rias walked in first, her fiery red hair cascading over her naked back like liquid flame. Her skin, dewy from their passionate bath, shimmered under the soft light. Behind her, Leon followed—equally naked, His golden eyes shimmered lazily, half-lidded, trailing over the sway of her hips with open appreciation.

But then Rias paused mid-step.

Her smile faltered. Her eyes scanned the room, then blinked twice. "Um… Daddy?"

Leon tilted his head, lips quirking into a lazy grin. "What is it, sweetheart?"

She frowned. "I just realized something."

"Hm?"

"I… I don't have any clothes in your room." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "So, I changed... into you."

Leon blinked, then arched a brow with a sly smile. "So, you changed your plans and didn't bring anything?"

Rias pouted adorably; cheeks puffed. "I didn't expect to spend the night… like that."

Leon chuckled; eyes gleaming with playful mischief. "Why don't we just live like this? Naked and free. You look too divine to cover up. I wouldn't mind seeing you like this every day."

Rias smirked, bold and unfazed, her confidence returning in full bloom. "If I had the power to command the world, I might just agree."

She leaned forward, her bare breasts brushing against his chest—soft, warm, electric. Her lips hovered near his ear. "But you, Duke Daddy, have duties to attend to. And I have my own duties."

Leon scowled slightly at the reminder, groaning inwardly. "Shit… how I forgot. I'm a Duke now."

But outwardly, he only chuckled and wrapped his arms around her hips, pulling her close. ""But what if this Duke wants to take the rest of the day off? For… private affairs." he asked in a low, flirtatious tone, fingers teasing the small of her back.

Rias giggled. "Then… the young miss might be tempted to skip her responsibilities too.

" KNOCK. KNOCK.

A soft knock echoed through the room, and "Lord Leon… I am coming in," came a melodic but stoic voice from outside.

The door creaked open before either of them could react. And a woman in her late twenties, she had an air of serene maturity. Her long, silky purple hair was tied up in an elegant bun, with just a few strands framing her exquisite face. Her violet eyes were sharp and intelligent, but as she stepped into the room and her gaze fell upon the scene before her—Lord Leon and the young lady Rias standing completely naked—her composure cracked. She is Aria.

Aria froze.

Then she saw them.

Lord Leon, tall and bare like a god of Beauty.

And the young miss, Rias—naked she pressed her tits against his muscular chest in flushed intimacy.

Aria stopped mid-step. Her eyes widened, a brief flicker of shock crossing her usually stoic face.

This was not the first time she'd witnessed her young mistress trying to seduce the Lord. Rias had always been bold with her affection—pressing her body against him, whispering sweet temptations in his ear, even once straddling his lap in the library. But Leon had always refused. Always kept the line intact.

Until now.

Aria's gaze dropped lower.

Her violet eyes landed on him—on the thick, heavy length between Leon's thighs still semi-hard from their shared bath.

And she froze.

A soft gasp escaped her lips before she quickly looked away, cheeks colouring faintly in pink hue.

Leon noticed and gave a light cough, breaking the charged silence. "Aria."

The sound pulled her from her trance. She straightened with practiced grace, trying to recover her composure.

"M-My lord, forgive me. I should have announced myself more loudly. I—I can return later."

But before she could leave, Rias called out.

"Wait, Aria."

The maid paused mid-step.

Rias, still bare, turned to her with a natural ease, unbothered by her nudity. She didn't feel shame—not in front of Aria. After all, this was Aria—the woman she trusted most after her father. Not only the head maid, but a sister figure. And besides… there were no other men in the room. Only Aria and Leon. She had no shame in showing her body in front of Aria. Because Aria had seen her grow from a trembling girl to a fine woman.

"I don't have any clothes in Daddy's room," Rias added casually, brushing her hair back. "Would you mind bringing me something from my wardrobe?"

Aria nodded; tone composed once more. "Of course, Young Miss. I shall return shortly."

Rias smiled warmly. "Thank you, Aria."

With a graceful nod, as she turned and exited, Rias leaned into Leon with a teasing smile. "Did you see the way she looked at you?"

He arched a brow. "At me?"

"Mhm," Rias purred. "Right… there." She pointed boldly between his legs. "She froze, when she looks your, this divine manhood."

Leon smirked but said nothing.

A few minutes later, Aria returned with a fresh set of clothes for Rias. Leon had already changed into a regal robe—white with gold embroidery, symbolizing his new title as Duke of the Moonwalker territory. The robe draped elegantly across his shoulders, open just enough at the front to tease a glimpse of his chest.

Rias took the clothes from Aria with a warm smile. "Thanks," she said, then disappeared into the changing room.

That left Aria and Leon alone.

The maid stood silently; her head slightly bowed.

Leon cleared his throat. "So… Aria, what did you come here for?"

Aria straightened, eyes focused, professionalism returning.

"My lord," she said, "a royal messenger has arrived from the palace. He's currently waiting for you in your study."

Leon frowned slightly. A messenger? This early? He dug through the inherited memories from the previous Leon, but nothing came to mind. No significant event, no expected summon.

He nodded. "Understood. Let's go—"

Before he could take a step, just then, Rias remerged—dressed in the deep crimson robe, gold embroidery glinting at the hem. The robe hugged her curves, her waist cinched tight, and her long legs peeked out from a subtle slit that ran up her thigh.

She twirled. "How do I look?"

Leon gave a low whistle. "Like a goddess descended to tempt mortal men."

She beamed, then leaned in close. "Then, Daddy,"—her voice dipped to a sweet murmur— "don't you think I deserve a reward?"

He raised a brow. "And what would that be?"

"A kiss." She pouted. "For looking like a goddess."

Leon chuckled. "You little devil

Before Aria could excuse herself, Leon pulled Rias into his arms and claimed her lips. Their mouths moved with slow hunger, hands wandering, her body melting into his. She moaned softly as his palm cupped her ass, squeezing gently, then again—firmer this time.

When they finally pulled apart, both were slightly breathless.

"Now happy?" he asked.

Rias grinned. "Very much, Daddy."

As he stepped away, he gave her one last playful slap on the rear.

"Ah~" she gasped, cheeks glowing.

Leon turned to Aria. "Let's go."

The maid stood dazed again, blinking quickly as she tried to recompose herself.

"Y-Yes, my lord," she said, voice a shade too soft.

As they stepped out together, Rias watched them go, arms folded beneath her chest, mischief in her eyes.

"Daddy~ you're quite energetic in the morning... Let's see if you can keep it up tonight."

Her eyes shimmered with playful menace as she stepped into the corridor, a wicked smile dancing on her lips.