Chillin' on an Uninhabited Island in Another World

While her wavy, cream-colored hair swayed, the gentle, easygoing maid brought her lips close to mine.

At first, it was just a modest touch—a soft chu...

From there, the sound of our lips meeting grew wetter and more intense. As I responded, our lips overlapped in a deep, complex rhythm.

"Mmph... chu... So this is a kiss... Just touching our lips like this feels so hot... chu... and wonderful... rero... My heart won't stop racing... nnn..."

As our lips finally parted, a thin silver thread of saliva lingered between us. Looking at it with a bashful expression, Roa urged me toward the bed.

"Master, please lie on your back."

"A-Ah... alright..."

I couldn't bring myself to refuse her, but I was curious about her reasons. As I lay back, she began to carefully undo the buttons of my school uniform.

"Roa, I know you... well, that you don't dislike this. But... can I ask why?"

She continued moving her hands as she answered.

"My reasons...? Hmm. There is the way everyone gets along so harmoniously, the debt of gratitude I owe you, my desire to be made the official maid of this party... and the fact that Chiyu-milady explained that in order to do so, I would need to join the harem. There are many reasons I could add after the fact, but..."

So Chiyu really was the influence. It was becoming clear that Chiyu was the psychological pillar of this entire party.

But something else caught my attention.

"After the fact...?"

"Yes. As you know, my ability is the 'Ability to Know What Others Want.' When I first looked at you, Master, I was truly astonished."

"Eh? Was I wanting something that strange?"

I felt a sudden wave of anxiety.

"No. You were wanting 'what your companions wanted.'"

"...Ah, I see."

It was true. Back then, I had been desperate to know what the girls needed. Later, I had actually used Roa’s ability to gather information for our explorations.

"As I came to understand the situation, my admiration only grew. Despite having an incredibly versatile power like 'Crafting'—and being in a situation where you could act like a tyrant and get away with it—you not only treat your companions as equals, but you sincerely seek what they desire from the bottom of your heart. How precious such a soul is...!"

Roa’s eyes began to burn with heat. Having undone all the buttons, she leaned over me, half-climbing onto my body as she brought her lips back to mine.

"Chu, chu... Even before I gained this power, I prided myself on being adept at sensing what others wanted. If you observe closely and get to know someone, it isn't difficult."

People who are 'perceptive' aren't necessarily psychics.

If you understand what a certain type of person wants in a specific situation, you can move ahead and prepare it for them. If you know the person well, your accuracy increases even further.

At the breakfast table, if someone is looking around at the surface while sitting in front of fried eggs—you can guess they are looking for something to put on them. If you know them well, you don't just hand them every seasoning; you hand them the salt specifically because you know that's their preference.

The kind of person who can naturally exercise that sort of foresight in various situations is called perceptive. Combined with her innate nature as a caretaker, Roa excelled at it.

"However, no matter how much I may wish it, I cannot answer every request."

Roa’s lips moved to my neck. She sucked firmly—chuuuu—sending a jolt of electricity racing through me.

"Relations between men and women, in particular, were difficult for me. I only wished to be of help to others, but many gentlemen tied that to romantic feelings. By the time I entered middle school, I began to avoid contact with men."

Even at the maid café where she worked, while most customers understood the setting and enjoyed the fantasy, there were always those who would actually fall in love with the staff.

"Now that I think about it, I don't think I saw you talking to the boys very often... ngh!"

Her lips traveled from my neck to my shoulder, then my collarbone, and finally—to my nipple.

The small protrusion was taken into Roa’s mouth and teased by her long tongue. I was hit by a sensation I had never known.

It wasn't unpleasant. It wasn't the obvious pleasure of stimulating the 'rod' itself, but it wasn't entirely unrelated either.

My brain slowly began to accept the simmering comfort of it.

"Even if someone sought my heart or my body, I never felt the urge to offer them. I thought that what I was seeking was a feeling of pure joy, like that shown by a child, completely unrelated to lust."

The feeling of being rewarded when you help someone and they say thank you. Roa’s spirit of service was powered by those small joys. If someone misunderstood that and sought a romantic relationship, she would only be bewildered.

"You thought...?"

I noticed she used the past tense.

"Yes. You might think it has only been a day, but every time I learn more about what you have done, Master, and every time the things you do for me increase... I realized that my heart was fluttering, and I couldn't take my eyes off you."

Roa’s lips reached the area around my navel. She pulled away for a moment and began to move her hands to remove my trousers.

"If they gained the same power, how many gentlemen would act as kindly as you do? How many would be able to postpone their 'Right to Return'? How many would sincerely seek what their companions want over their own desires?"

My trousers were pulled down, revealing my heavily bulging underwear. Seeing it, Roa smiled—a smile that was suggestive, and somehow, genuinely happy.

"I realized it then. I didn't want to serve someone who only insisted on their own desires; I wanted to serve someone who could be mindful of what others wanted."

My underwear was removed, exposing my rod as it stood tall and erect.

Roa’s eyes widened, and with a tranced expression, she let out a breathy, "Ohh..."

"Therefore, the reason is love at first sight. And from there, my feelings of affection have only grown stronger."

"Roa..."

"May I... offer you my service?"

Roa asked one last time, likely on purpose.

"Yeah... please."

At my words, she gave a radiant smile—and pressed her mouth to the rod.

As if kissing a lover, she pressed her lips against it again and again—chu, chu. The sensation itself shouldn't have been that much yet, but seeing her affectionate gestures pushed my excitement to the limit.

"My... it was already grand, but it has grown even larger..."

Roa let out a surprised voice and stopped her kissing, slowly lifting her head.

Just as I thought she was pressing the tip against her lips—nyurun!

In an instant, my rod sank into her mouth.

"Guh...!"

Roa’s mouth didn't stop. She repeatedly pulled back and let it drop deep into her throat.

That wasn't all. She moved her long tongue around the rod as she worked it up and down, sending a different kind of pleasure surging into my hips compared to a normal blowjob.

With her hands planted on the bed, Roa continued to stimulate me using only the movement of her head. All the while, her eyes remained fixed on mine, gazing at me with such adoration that it was impossible to endure.

Facing the overly provocative technique of this gentle maid, my white fluid erupted without warning.

"Roa, sorry...!"

"Mgh...! Nku, chu, goku, goku... chuuuuu. Rero, rero."

Roa looked surprised for a split second but adapted immediately.

She swallowed every bit of the white fluid as it came out, then used her tongue to lick around the rod as if to reward it for finishing its task.

As the white-out pleasure began to subside, she pulled her mouth away.

She then traced her lips with her finger, as if wiping away the saliva.

"My apologies, Master. I heard from Chiyu-milady that you preferred it to be kept in the mouth, but I ended up swallowing."

Instead of blaming me for the sudden release, Roa was actually apologizing. That somewhat perverted statement sent an indescribable wave of excitement through me.

"No... I'm the one who should apologize."

"Please, do not give it a thought. If you were able to feel good while releasing in your maid's mouth, then I am happy."

It seemed Chiyu had even informed her of my sexual preferences. As always, I felt a bit embarrassed, but as always, it was thanks to that that I was able to have an experience like this.

"Yeah... that felt incredibly good."

"I am honored. I am glad the techniques I polished for whenever I might meet my lifelong master proved useful."

Wait... so she had been practicing since before the transfer, in case she ever got a lover?

"Huh... But I thought you weren't interested in romance..."

My mind, still hazy, recalled her earlier words.

"It was only that there were no gentlemen I wished to offer my heart or body to. It wasn't that I wanted to be alone forever. I practiced so that I would not ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ disappoint the person I eventually chose to give my all to."

Roa puffed out her chest with pride.

"I-I see... But was it really okay to reveal those techniques here on a deserted island?"

At my words, Roa made a pouting face.

"That is quite insensitive, Master. I meant... that I have already found him."

The way she turned her gaze away was a bit childish, yet undeniably lovely.

"————"

A part of me wondered if I was truly good enough for her. But to apologize here would truly be insensitive.

At the very least, I'll keep working hard to prove her choice wasn't a mistake.

"Thank you, Roa."

This time, it seemed I had given the right answer. Roa gave a happy, satisfied smile.