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The first sound that registered in Yoo Joonghyuk’s ears was the crackling of fire. The room shook for a moment as his vision gradually cleared. He was in a bedroom, tucked into a blanket.

Where was he? The last thing he remembered was being assimilated back into the Secretive Plotter. He should’ve been observing the battle with the 1864th regression.

“Master?”

The voice shocked Yoo Joonghyuk. He instantly recognized it.

“Kim Dokja?”

There was no mistaking it. The voice could only belong to the snarky constellation that he and the other kkomas watched over.

“Y-Yes?”

Yoo Joonghyuk turned his head and winced as his head erupted into pain. A cool hand touched his forehead, calming him before quickly disappearing.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you! I-I just—”

The stammering was completely new. Also, the maid outfit the constellation donned was quite...different.

Where was the signature white coat?

Yoo Joonghyuk raised his hand to stop Kim Dokja, but was thrown aback when Kim Dokja raised his arms and flinched away.

“Kim Dokja?”

Kim Dokja stared at Yoo Joonghyuk with fearful eyes. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyebrows furrowed, “Why would you say that?” The other kkomas may have bullied Kim Dokja too much.

Kim Dokja revealed his wrists. There were several red marks marring the pale skin. Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes narrowed.

“Which regression? Tell me now.”

Kim Dokja opened his mouth to utter an answer Yoo Joonghyuk would have never guessed in his 999th regressions.

“Y-You did...Master. I spilled tea on the carpet.”

“I did?” Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t remember doing that. Nor would he inflict marks to such a degree. Yoo Joonghyuk grabbed the maid’s wrist, taking note of the fear that flashed through Kim Dokja’s face. “Why is it so red?”

“You slapped them red.”

Yoo Joonghyuk gently pressed against the mark and Kim Dokja let out a hiss of pain.

“Is there any medicine around?” Yoo Joonghyuk rose from the bed, “Where would it be?”

“I believe the apothecary would have some.”

“Show me the way.”

“Why?” Kim Dokja asked hesitantly.

“I need to make amends.”

Kim Dokja looked puzzled, “Amends?”

“I hurt you. I’m going to take responsibility.”

Kim Dokja’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned red, “W-Who are you?!”

After consoling Kim Dokja and promising to never strike him again, Yoo Joonghyuk sat the maid down and asked him to explain.

It was Kim Dokja’s first week serving Baron Yoo Joonghyuk and the only uniforms available were female maid outfits.

There were no complaints from Yoo Joonghyuk.

Kim Dokja also explained that Yoo Joonghyuk was a terrible master that held a short fuse and tended to lash out against his servants.

Yoo Joonghyuk was glad he arrived when he did.

“I vow to never strike you again.”

Kim Dokja had an uneasy look on his face as he watched Yoo Joonghyuk apply medicine to his arms, “You said that already.”

“I’ll repeat it as many times as necessary.”

“You’re completely different from yesterday...” Kim Dokja said timidly, “You scolded me for being two minutes late.”

“I won’t yell.”

“You yelled at me for being clumsy.”

“...That was the past.”

Kim Dokja had a look of disbelief on his face. Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t blame him. It had only been a week and Kim Dokja was already traumatized working in the Yoo household.

Yoo Joonghyuk had to earn back the maid’s trust. This wasn’t the same Kim Dokja that became the Demon King of Salvation, but he was still Kim Dokja. They had the potential to become someone great.

Perhaps Yoo Joonghyuk could help with that.

Yoo Joonghyuk slowly adjusted to the new world he was stuck in. He seemed to be in a Victorian-like world, devoid of most technology. It was fine, Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t need to rely on those things.

He also discovered that his appearance was the same as before he regressed. Yoo Joonghyuk had his signature eyepatch as well as scars all over his body.

In order to blend in with this world, the first course of action was to observe his surroundings.

As Yoo Joonghyuk walked around the manor, several maids bowed towards him and scurried away. Yoo Joonghyuk frowned. It seemed his reputation as a terrible master was true. Most of the servants refused to make eye contact and trembled in his presence. The former host of the body must have been dreadful.

He needed to fix this as soon as possible.

While Yoo Joonghyuk strolled through the garden, a shadow appeared on the ground and, noticing that it increased in size, Yoo Joonghyuk stepped to the side. The shadow turned out to be a bucket of water that crashed, splashing all around and drenching the ends of his coat.

“Master! I didn’t see you there!”

Yoo Joonghyuk looked up to the source of the scream and saw Kim Dokja on the roof, leaning against the ladder. Kim Dokja’s face was pale as he climbed down and quickly bowed to Yoo Joonghyuk.

“Are you okay? Were you hurt? I was cleaning the roof tiles and the bucket just slipped and—”

“More importantly, are you okay?” Yoo Joonghyuk began to inspect Kim Dokja’s body for any scratches,embarrassing the maid.

“Huh? Y-Yeah I’m okay.” Kim Dokja brushed off Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand before dusting off the Baron’s clothing, “Forgive my clumsiness. I hope there’s no dirt on you.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s left eyebrow quivered as Kim Dokja fixed his clothing. “Hm? Of course.” The maid’s hands were warm and the callouses on both palms were concerning, but he filed that thought away for later.

“Did you need anything else Master?”

“No, I’m going to continue my walk around the grounds. Continue with your housework.”

Kim Dokja bowed, “If you’ll excuse me.”

“Be careful. Try not to hurt yourself.”

Kim Dokja sputtered, “Of course!”

Later on, Yoo Joonghyuk narrowly avoided getting skewered by Kim Dokja as the maid served him lamb kebabs. Kim Dokja apologized profusely as the metal skewer lodged itself into the chair.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention! I was distracted.” He bowed numerous times, his apron flapping up and down in tandem.

Yoo Joonghyuk pulled the skewer out of his chair nonchalantly. If it was an inch closer, he would’ve lost his other eye.

“No one was hurt.”

Kim Dokja had the expression of a lost child. His eyes were filled with tears and he began to sniffle. “Please don’t fire me!”

“I wasn’t planning on firing you.”

“...Huh?” Kim Dokja wiped his tears away, “Really?”

“No. It was an accident. We can work on your clumsiness so this doesn’t happen again.” Yoo Joonghyuk just had to be patient.

After dinner, Yoo Joonghyuk retired to his room. He had a long day and was ready to fall asleep.

A timid knock rapped against the door of the chamber. Yoo Joonghyuk sighed.

“Come in.”

The door creaked open and Kim Dokja entered with a tray of tea and crackers.

“I have after-dinner tea for you Master.”

After-dinner tea?

Yoo Joonghyuk accepted it regardless and watched as Kim Dokja poured the tea into a cup. Midway, he noticed that Kim Dokja’s hand was wobbly and stood up to support the shaking hand.

“Don’t hold it so high, the tea will splash.”

“M-Master?!” Kim Dokja was startled, not expecting Yoo Joonghyuk to stand up.

“Don’t worry, I’m not reprimanding you. I’m showing you how to properly pour tea.”

Yoo Joonghyuk could feel the slight tremble from Kim Dokja and released the maid. “Next time, you should be able to do it yourself.”

“Y-Yes. Thank you Master.”

Embarrassed, Kim Dokja rushed out and slammed the chamber’s door shut. Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t help but smile. The maid’s behavior was enjoyable to watch. 

As he sipped on the tea, Yoo Joonghyuk realized he forgot to add cream and sugar. The bitterness was too strong for him. He called for the maid, using a handbell at his bedside.

There was no response. Strange.

He rang the bell again. Still no response.

Tired of waiting, Yoo Joonghyuk stood up and left his room, searching for any servant that could help him.

As he turned the corner of the hallway, he heard harsh whispers echo through the halls.

The whispers belonged to the head maid. “You’re a terrible servant! Why does the master waste time with you?”

“I—”

That was Kim Dokja’s voice. Yoo Joonghyuk strained his ears to hear the rest of the conversation.

“Just leave, there’s no place for you here. The master will be fed up with you by tomorrow. You’re going to anger him if you continue to stay.”

“Master said he would help me with my clumsiness and—”

The sound of a resounding slap echoed through the room. “Such a waste of time.”

Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t watch anymore. He stormed into the room and saw Kim Dokja clutching his reddened cheek. The head maid was distraught at her master.

“Master?!”

“I overheard everything.” Yoo Joonghyuk stood in front of Kim Dokja. “You are relieved of your duties. Effective immediately.”

“Master? Please, I was just lecturing the maid about how to properly do his job.”

“He’s done a fine job so far.” Yoo Joonghyuk narrowed his eye at the head maid, “You, however, have gone too far. Corporal punishment has never been approved. Leave before I summon higher authorities to escort you out.”

The head maid scowled, but didn’t argue any further. She shuffled away, leaving Yoo Joonghyuk alone with Kim Dokja.

“Are you hurt?” asked Yoo Joonghyuk. Kim Dokja nodded. He released his cheek and Yoo Joonghyuk saw the blazing handprint that stained Kim Dokja’s face.

“It’s fine,” shrugged Kim Dokja, “but are you sure? The head maid is responsible for many of the duties around the manor.”

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you were hurt.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s thumb brushed Kim Dokja’s cheek. “I promised I wasn’t going to let you get hurt.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Kim Dokja let out a depreciating smile, “I’m not fit for this job.”

“I promised to help you. Let me fulfill it.”

Kim Dokja chuckled, “What happens if another bucket drops on you? Will you still be patient?”

“I’ve undergone many arduous trials. Training you to become a competent maid will be nothing.”

Kim Dokja’s eyes softened and he smiled. “Perhaps you have changed for the better Master.”

Yoo Joonghyuk snorted. “From now on, meet me at my room at dawn. That time will be reserved for your lessons.”

“Dawn?” Kim Dokja’s jaw dropped, “Seriously?!” 

“If you're late, I’ll add more time. I should tell you now, I’m a strict teacher.” Yoo Joonghyuk smirked at the maid, “Any questions?”

Kim Dokja’s face visibly twitched, “No, Master. Understood.”

After a month of Yoo Joonghyuk’s intense training, Yoo Joonghyuk announced that Kim Dokja was the head maid. The rest of the servants in the household all watched as Yoo Joonghyuk presented Kim Dokja a golden pin to signify the new title. Kim Dokja could only nod and mumble thanks as the pin was attached to the strap of his apron.

Afterwards, Yoo Joonghyuk spent every waking moment with Kim Dokja, thinking up any excuse for the maid to attend to him. Kim Dokja was summoned to prepare tea, tend to the fireplace, and even eat lunch with the baron.

When Kim Dokja was asked to dust the baron’s spotless room, the maid sighed at the command.

“Master, I dusted the room yesterday. I don’t think dust accumulates that fast.” Kim Dokja emphasized, dragging his finger against the ‘dusty’ shelf. No residue was collected.

“Hmm,” hummed Yoo Joonghyuk, “then perhaps you should prepare some snacks for us to—”

“Master, if you don’t have a real command for me, I have other duties to attend to.” snapped Kim Dokja, “You can bother the other maids.”

“Am I bothering you Kim Dokja?” Yoo Joonghyuk teased, knowing full well that he was indeed bothering the poor maid. The personality of the Kim Dokja he previously met was beginning to emerge. He wanted to poke more fun and make Kim Dokja reveal his true colors.

“N-No, it’s not—ugh, you know what I mean!” Kim Dokja stormed out of Yoo Joonghyuk’s study, “I’ll get your snacks, just wait here.”

Yoo Joonghyuk let out a quiet laugh and continued his paperwork. He really loved teasing the poor maid.

It was just too easy to get Kim Dokja riled up.

Twenty minutes later and the snacks still hadn’t arrived.

Curious as to why the head maid was taking so long, Yoo Joonghyuk stood up and left the room. He headed towards the kitchen to see Kim Dokja, looking absolutely drenched as he mopped up the wet ground.

Judging from the pitcher on the ground, Yoo Joonghyuk could guess what happened.

“An accident?”

Startled, Kim Dokja’s head shot up and he looked away, ashamed. “Sorry for taking so long, Master. Your head maid messed up...again.”

Yoo Joonghyuk could see Kim Dokja’s shoulders trembling from the cold and removed his overcoat. He placed the coat over Kim Dokja’s shivering frame.

“No need to apologize. Let’s get this cleaned up and change your uniform.”

“Master?” Kim Dokja was speechless as Yoo Joonghyuk took the mop and began to clean up the spill. “Wait, allow me.”

“It’s fine. It’s just a minor spill.”

Kim Dokja’s eyes softened at the act. “Thank you Master,” whispered Kim Dokja, “you’ve shown me kindness once again.”

Yoo Joonghyuk softly smiled and patted Kim Dokja on the shoulder. “No need for thanks. Everyone has the potential for greatness, especially you.”

Kim Dokja’s eyes shone with admiration from the praise. “Do you say that to every maid?”

“Just you.”

Kim Dokja grinned. “You’re such a flatterer. I can’t believe how much you’ve changed.”

Yoo Joonghyuk seared that bright smile into his memories. “Go get changed. You might catch a cold.”

Kim Dokja grasped the lapels of Yoo Joonghyuk’s coat, guilt briefly flashing through his face. “Of course Master.”

Yoo Joonghyuk put the mop away and noticed a tray of cookies set on the counter. “Are these for me?” He picked one up and sniffed it. They seemed to be almond cookies.

Kim Dokja quickly turned around. “Wait Master, don’t eat those!”

“Hm?”

“They’re bad. I uh...added too much salt.”

Yoo Joonghyuk put the cookie down. “I see. Shall we have baking lessons tomorrow?”

Flustered, Kim Dokja could only nod.

In the middle of the night, Yoo Joonghyuk woke up to a heavy weight on his abdomen. He opened his eye to see Kim Dokja, sitting on his waist.

Kim Dokja held a silver knife in his hands and aimed it right above Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck. Kim Dokja bit his lip, holding his breath as he shakily held the knife.

“Well?” Yoo Joonghyuk’s deep voice penetrated through the dark room. “Go on.”

Kim Dokja let out a rough sigh. “I-I...”

“I taught you how to properly slice turkey. You can easily slice my neck.”

“Shut up,” Kim Dokja dropped the knife on the bed and covered his face with his hands, “Damn you.”

Yoo Joonghyuk quietly observed the maid. “Are you crying?”

“N-No,” sniffled Kim Dokja. “I’m not.”

Yoo Joonghyuk saw through the obvious lie and began to rub Kim Dokja’s thigh. “Were you under a lot of stress?”

“...Yes.” Kim Dokja finally uncovered his face to reveal his blotchy cheeks, “You were supposed to be a total asshole, not some saint.”

“I was once a terrible person, but I vowed to undo those wrongs.”

“Yeah...and you did.” Kim Dokja let out a groan, “Why the hell did you treat me so nicely? It made it a lot harder to kill you!”

Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t help but laugh. This side of Kim Dokja reminded him of the Kim Dokja he took care of in Ngai Forest. Calculating, sly, tactful...how nostalgic.

“I just admitted to being an assassin and you’re laughing?!” Kim Dokja rolled his eyes, “You’re absolutely crazy Joonghyuk.”

“I’ve heard worse.” Yoo Joonghyuk pushed Kim Dokja off of his lap so he could finally sit up. “So, why didn’t you go through with the assassination?”

Kim Dokja blinked and stared at a random corner of the room. “...No reason.”

“I won’t accept that answer.”

The blush on Kim Dokja’s face deepened. “Bastard. Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re insufferable,” Kim Dokja scowled at his master, crossing his arms over his chest, “You were so patient and kind...and you defended me multiple times. I’ve never met someone so selfless. Why put yourself on the line for someone like me?”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s stare softened and he patted Kim Dokja’s head. “You are a one of a kind star. You have the potential to be brighter than anyone.”

Kim Dokja looked at Yoo Joonghyuk with awe.

“Besides, I knew about your occupation from the beginning.”

“Huh?”

“The calluses on your hands were a dead giveaway. And there’s no reason for a maid to clean roof tiles. The kebab incident just proved it further.” Yoo Joonghyuk let out a laugh, “Also, I can recognize the difference between almonds and cyanide. Your attempts were admirable, but I think you’d be better off as a maid.”

Kim Dokja silently fumed, weakly glaring at the smug Yoo Joonghyuk. “So, am I fired now?”

“Never.” Yoo Joonghyuk pulled Kim Dokja closer. “You’re still my dearest maid.”

“W-What?!” Kim Dokja stammered, “You’re keeping an assassin as a maid?”

“You’re an interesting companion. I want to keep you close.” Yoo Joonghyuk pulled Kim Dokja even closer, “Will you stay by my side?”

Kim Dokja’s scowl gradually turned into a smirk, “If my Master wants me, then how can I refuse?”

“Then it’s a deal.” Yoo Joonghyuk closed the distance between their lips to seal their promise.

Chapter Text

Three weeks later…

With a curt nod, Kim Dokja dismissed the final applicant and closed the door to Yoo Joonghyuk’s office. He hid his scowl as he organized the papers in his hands.

“And that was the last interview.” Kim Dokja filed the resumes away into a folder and handed it to his Master. “Did any of them interest you, Master?”

Yoo Joonghyuk hummed as he inattentively looked over the contents, not registering any of the papers. He pretended to read over the applications, just so Kim Dokja wouldn’t complain.

The Yoo manor was currently in need of servants after several maids quit, citing that the Master showed blatant favoritism. Although true, Kim Dokja didn’t have any complaints since the maids who quit previously bullied him. However, the manor was in desperate need of extra hands to help with upkeep and daily maintenance and as much as Kim Dokja bragged about being a wonderful maid, he couldn’t do it alone.

Thus, the search for new employees commenced.

So far, every potential employee had to undergo strict questioning from the head maid. And so far, every potential employee was dismissed, never coming close to Kim Dokja’s inflated standards.

Sauntering next to Yoo Joonghyuk’s grand armchair, Kim Dokja peered over Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder, squinting at the portrait on the resume. “Hm? You’ve been staring at her for a while. Are you interested?”

Yoo Joonghyuk raised the papers and playfully smacked Kim Dokja on the nose. “Don’t speak nonsense.”

“Hmph!” Kim Dokja rubbed his now reddened nose. “I bet you’re going to hire the really pretty ones. You obviously don’t need me anymore.” He pivoted away from Yoo Joonghyuk’s chair and began to dramatically stomp away. Yoo Joonghyuk rolled his eyes at his maid’s actions and tugged on the satin ribbon that tied Kim Dokja’s apron. Kim Dokja was immediately dragged back and landed on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lap.

“As if I’d ever let you go.” Yoo Joonghyuk cupped Kim Dokja’s cheek. “Don’t be mad at me.”

Kim Dokja sputtered to Yoo Joonghyuk’s honest words. “Tch, bastard. I was just kidding.” Kim Dokja said with a noticeable blush. “You can’t get rid of me so easily.”

Yoo Joonghyuk let out a small laugh. His cute maid slowly became more and more possessive with each passing day. He rose up, holding Kim Dokja in a princess carry and walked out of the study. Kim Dokja was speechless, his mind unable to compute what was happening. When he finally realized what was happening, he began pounding on Yoo Joonghyuk’s broad, muscular chest.

“Hey!” Kim Dokja huffed, “Put me down! What if someone sees us?!”

Yoo Joonghyuk raised a fine eyebrow, “So?” He emphasized this with a squeeze to Kim Dokja’s ass, eliciting a shrill squeak from the maid. “Let them see.” Yoo Joonghyuk was more than happy to show off his dear maid. He would proudly announce it to the world if Kim Dokja allowed him.

Kim Dokja looked around, making sure no one was in the hallway and then slapped Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder. “Not out here! Someone can see! ...At least take us to the bedroom.”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s gaze darkened as he stared at the maid’s flushed face. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

Before Kim Dokja could respond, Yoo Joonghyuk pressed the maid’s back against the corridor wall, sealing their lips together. Caught off guard, Kim Dokja moaned into the kiss, his legs instinctively wrapping around his Master’s waist. Slender fingers grasped the lapels of Yoo Joonghyuk’s shirt and pulled him closer into the embrace.

After their tongues danced and tasted, the master and maid separated, both gasping for air. Yoo Joonghyuk licked his lips as he gazed at Kim Dokja’s flushed cheeks. The maid’s eyes were half-lidded, his tongue sticking out as he panted for air.

“Hah...out here? Seriously?” Kim Dokja said as Yoo Joonghyuk hiked up the maid’s long skirt. 

The master touched the hem of the maid’s stockings, admiring the fine lattices of lace and silk. He was never going to change the employee uniform.

“Isn’t it more thrilling this way?” Yoo Joonghyuk snuck another quick kiss as he readjusted the maid’s toned legs around him. He made sure to remove Kim Dokja’s knife laden thigh strap and unceremoniously let it drop to the ground.

The metal clanking against the ground brought Kim Dokja out of his lusty trance. “You better remember to pick that up,” Kim Dokja glowered, “I just sharpened those this morning.”

“I don’t want it to get in the way,” Yoo Joonghyuk explained as he began to press kisses along Kim Dokja’s neck. Kim Dokja let out pleased hums as Yoo Joonghyuk’s soft lips left a trail of heated kisses and marks.

Yoo Joonghyuk made sure to scatter as many hickeys as he could, his possessive side pleased with the claiming. An especially hard bite on Kim Dokja’s collar bone caused the maid’s head to be thrown back, moaning out into the empty hallway.

Yoo Joonghyuk undid the buttons of Kim Dokja’s top to reveal the pale expanse of the maid’s chest. He pinched the pink nubs, rubbing and squeezing the sensitive areolas. Kim Dokja whimpered, his back arching from pleasure. The maid bit his lip, trying to hold back his cries. By the time Yoo Joonghyuk was done with his teasing, Kim Dokja’s nipples were stiff and puffy.

Yoo Joonghyuk’s wandering hand slowly inched through Kim Dokja’s skirt and found the maid’s black silk panties. A finger snuck in and pulled the fabric down to grab Kim Dokja’s half hard cock. A dot of precum beaded at the tip of the length.

“Excited already?” Yoo Joonghyuk teased the tip of Kim Dokja’s dick with his finger, smearing the precome. “Too easy.”

“Shut up.” Kim Dokja turned his face away, clearly embarrassed. “Just hurry before someone walks by.”

“Very well.”

With one hand, Yoo Joonghyuk took the bottle of lube from his coat pocket and squirted the lube onto his free hand. After letting the lube warm, his hand reached over to find Kim Dokja’s puckered rim. He circled the entrance, teasing Kim Dokja by entering and exiting within seconds. Kim Dokja desperately wanted the fingers to stay, but couldn’t bring himself to beg.

“Just put it in already,” mumbled Kim Dokja. The pout on the maid’s face almost made Yoo Joonghyuk want to prolong it more, but he stayed strong.

“Be patient,” Yoo Joonghyuk’s finger traced the puckered entrance a few more times before his finger fully plunged in. Another digit joined and scissored inside, stretching Kim Dokja’s soft, velvety walls. Yoo Joonghyuk could feel Kim Dokja’s frustration as fingernails clawed at his shoulders. He captured Kim Dokja into another deep kiss to distract his lover from the pain.

Another finger eventually entered and Kim Dokja whined into Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth. The maid was flushed red, painting a beautiful picture for Yoo Joonghyuk.

Yoo Joonghyuk was glad the Star Stream didn’t exist in this world. This sight was only for him. No one else was allowed to see Kim Dokja this way.

After deeming that Kim Dokja was well prepared, Yoo Joonghyuk removed his fingers and hurriedly unzipped his pants. He quickly poured lube over his hard cock and positioned it under Kim Dokja’s entrance.

“H-Hurry,” murmured Kim Dokja, “inside...”

Yoo Joonghyuk responded by pushing his cock inside, letting gravity do its work. Kim Dokja sunk onto Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock, his ass swallowing the pulsing intrusion until it completely filled him. Kim Dokja’s mouth was wide open, desperately gasping as he struggled to adjust to the thick girth. He clenched around it, massaging the throbbing cock with his velvety walls. Kim Dokja’s thighs squeezed Yoo Joonghyuk’s waist, desperately trying to relax.

It was now Yoo Joonghyuk’s turn to wait. He peppered kisses all over Kim Dokja’s face, murmuring sweet praises to the maid.

“So good for me. What a wonderful maid, taking me in so well.” He whispered against Kim Dokja’s ear, massaging the maid’s ass at the same time. “You feel amazing Dokja.”

“Master...J-Joonghyuk...” Kim Dokja whined, “You’re too big...” he clenched his ass around Yoo Joonghyuk’s dick to emphasize. “H-How—”

At the rare utterance of his name, Yoo Joonghyuk swept Kim Dokja into a kiss, quickly cutting off the maid’s words. With both hands on Kim Dokja’s waist, he slowly lifted the maid up until the tip of his cock was about to breach the rim before letting Kim Dokja drop back onto his cock. Kim Dokja muffled his pleasured scream into Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder, his legs tightening their hold around Yoo Joonghyuk’s middle.

Yoo Joonghyuk thrusted his hips up, fucking Kim Dokja’a warm insides. The maid’s whimpers fueled him on, enticing him to go faster and faster. As tears began to emerge from Kim Dokja’s eyes, Yoo Joonghyuk vowed to be the sole reason for the lewd expressions that were flashing through Kim Dokja’s face. His maid was truly beautiful, no matter what situation they were in.

After Yoo Joonghyuk struck a particularly sensitive spot, Kim Dokja bit his lip as he came inside his skirt,soaking his panties and apron. The blissed out look on Kim Dokja’s face fueled Yoo Joonghyuk to chase after his own release, emptying his seed inside of the maid. The hallway echoed with the sounds of heavy breathing as master and servant came down from the highs of their orgasms.

Getting tired of the position, Yoo Joonghyuk lifted Kim Dokja completely off of him, catching the maid off guard.

“H-Huh? Why did you leave?” Kim Dokja’s teary eyes made Yoo Joonghyuk feel a hint of guilt. “It felt good..”

“Just a moment.”

Kim Dokja was forced to stand on his own legs, wobbly from being carried for so long. The dazed expression on Kim Dokja’s face was too cute, but Yoo Joonghyuk turned the maid so that he was facing the wall. When Yoo Joonghyuk raised Kim Dokja’s skirt, he noticed the cum running down Kim Dokja’s thighs and licked his lips. Yoo Joonghyuk was getting impatient so he placed his knee between Kim Dokja’s legs, separating the pale thighs to reveal Kim Dokja’s hole, pitifully clenching around nothing but air.

“You’re truly a piece of work Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk said as he positioned his cock at Kim Dokja’s entrance. He thrusted in, not allowing Kim Dokja to retort. Kim Dokja’s warm, inviting heat was addicting and Yoo Joonghyuk felt as if he could stay there forever. He fucked Kim Dokja against the wall, the poor maid screaming and clawing at the wallpaper as his master relentlessly pierced his insides.

Kim Dokja’s prostate was struck over and over again, waves of pleasure rolling over him. He canted his hips and met each thrust from his master, letting himself go over the edge to chase his pleasure.

Yoo Joonghyuk groaned as his grip on Kim Dokja’s hips hardened and he came inside, plugging Kim Dokja’s ass so nothing could leak out. Kim Dokja came alongside him, his cum dripping down his legs and onto the carpet. They were both breathing heavily, tired from exertion. Kim Dokja felt his legs go weak and Yoo Joonghyuk had to hold the maid up before they could collapse.

“Master...”

“Yes?”

Kim Dokja stared at the puddle of cum and other bodily fluids that were in the process of staining the floor. “I’m not cleaning this up.”

Yoo Joonghyuk chuckled as he reluctantly pulled his dick out of his precious maid. “Don’t worry. You can just rest. I’ll handle the clean up.”

“Master.” Kim Dokja said as he raised his arms, linking them around Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck as YooJoonghyuk picked his maid up and began to walk to their bedroom.

“Hmm?” Yoo Joonghyuk hummed as he nosed through Kim Dokja’s soft, sweat covered hair. “What is it?”

Kim Dokja leaned up to press a chaste kiss against Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips, eyes glistening with gratitude. “Thank you for loving me.”

As Yoo Joonghyuk heard Kim Dokja’s profound confession, a pang shot through Yoo Joonghyuk’s heart.

A gentle warmth spread through Yoo Joonghyuk.

Not once during his 999 regressions had he ever felt this sense of pure devotion and love. Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes softened and he hugged his dear maid. “I love you too, Dokja.”

Kim Dokja smiled dopily, his eyes full of happiness.

“Now then, let’s get you cleaned up. You smell of sweat.”

The moment was ruined. Kim Dokja gasped, offended by his Master’s words. “And whose fault is that?”

“The maid’s. He seduced me.”

As the two cuddled in bed, fresh from their bath, a scream could be heard throughout the mansion.

Kim Dokja, about to be fed a strawberry by his Master, gave Yoo Joonghyuk an unimpressed look. “You forgot my knife strap on the ground?”

“...I forgot to retrieve it.” Yoo Joonghyuk pressed the strawberry to Kim Dokja’s lips. “Continue. I’ll fix this.”

“Alright, hurry up. The bed might get cold without you.”

Yoo Joonghyuk smirked. “Of course. I’ll always return to you.”

Kim Dokja gave him a weird look as a blush settled on his face. He huffed and took another piece of fruit.

“Go on Master. Your maid will take care of these strawberries.”

They had all the time in the world. Yoo Joonghyuk was going to cherish this newfound life with his dear maid.