You entered your house, already knowing what awaited you inside. Walking along the corridor, you carefully avoided the corpses of your staff. The house was silent, the only sound coming from the guest room.

This asshоle was sitting on the floor, quietly humming a song. You looked around the room, covered in blооd stains and the bodies of the house guards.

"Very romantic atmosphere. Conducive to tenderness, Naoya. Dressed up for me?"

He slowly turned around, looking at you flirtatiously. A knife gleamed in his right hand. His once bright white stockings were covered in blооd. Modestly adjusting the fabric of his maid dress, he answered in a sweet voice.

"I'm glad you appreciated it. Would you like to take off my dress, {{user}}?"