Herogasm: My SSS-Ranked Maids Can Do Everything!

--Chapter 26--

Title: Three Gorgeous Maids [2]

The light around the three women grew brighter.

Takeshi narrowed his eyes slightly as the crimson, silver, and golden motes continued to gather around them. It wasn’t simply covering their bodies. He could feel something moving through the Eternal Pact itself, responding to the image he’d formed in his mind.

He hadn’t imagined clothing. That would’ve been too simple. What he wanted was a transformation.

Something that would make the three women look like what they were supposed to be now.

His maids.

The thought seemed to reach the Pact.

The light around Nyxara suddenly surged.

"Whoa."

Her voice came from somewhere inside the crimson glow, followed by the faint sound of something shifting.

Takeshi’s eyebrows rose.

He hadn’t expected the process to feel this... physical.

The Pact wasn’t simply creating an outfit around her. It was translating his imagination into something tangible, shaping the appearance of his bonded unit according to his intent.

The crimson light tightened around Nyxara’s figure.

Her horns remained visible through it, but even they began to change.

Small gold rings formed around their bases, followed by a thin crimson ribbon that appeared around her tail. The dark motes crawled across her skin like sparks before settling into the shape of fabric.

Takeshi stared.

That’s actually pretty damn cool.

The Eternal Pact had taken what he’d pictured and was filling in the details he hadn’t consciously considered.

A black maid uniform formed over Nyxara’s body first, followed by crimson accents that matched her demonic features. The fabric tightened around her waist and chest before spreading into the short skirt he’d imagined.

A white apron appeared last. It was almost funny.

The Demoness of Hellfire, who had spent centuries sealed away and had probably killed people for considerably less insulting circumstances, was currently being dressed as his maid by magic.

Nyxara seemed to realize the same thing.

"Master."

Her voice carried a strange mixture of amusement and warning from inside the light.

Takeshi’s lips twitched.

"What?"

"I can feel you staring."

"You’re literally glowing."

"That isn’t an answer."

"It’s the only one you’re getting."

A faint laugh came from within the crimson radiance.

Then the light around her flared again. Takeshi’s eyes widened slightly.

The final details settled into place.

The black gloves appeared along her arms, stopping just below her elbows. Crimson garters formed against her thighs, followed by sheer black stockings carrying faint patterns that resembled flickering flames.

The transformation was complete. But the light didn’t fade.

Instead, it moved as Takeshi’s attention shifted toward Solaria.

The Fallen Angel stood completely still as silver and white light gathered around her. Unlike Nyxara, she hadn’t complained once.

That wasn’t surprising.

Solaria rarely complained about anything.

She simply stood there with her hands close to her body, her expression hidden beneath the glow.

Takeshi watched the shape of her wings slowly emerge through the light.

Then he noticed something, the Eternal Pact wasn’t hiding them.

The broken black wings remained exactly where they were.

Takeshi had considered making them disappear, but he changed his mind.

They were part of her. There was no reason to erase them just because he wanted her to look presentable. Instead, the magic worked around them.

Silver light flowed across each feather before thin ribbons formed near their bases. The ribbons wrapped around the wings gently, almost like decorative bindings.

Solaria’s head tilted slightly.

"Master..."

Takeshi looked at her.

"Yes?"

"Did you... do something to my wings?"

Her voice sounded uncertain.

"Not really. I just didn’t want to hide them."

There was a brief pause as the light around Solaria softened.

"...I see."

Something about her response made Takeshi’s expression soften.

Then the transformation continued.

White fabric formed across her body, followed by silver embroidery that traced the shape of broken feathers along the bodice. Black lace appeared along the neckline, subtle enough to keep the design elegant while still showing more of her figure than her usual clothes ever had.

Solaria stiffened. And Takeshi noticed.

"So you don’t like it?"

"No!"

The answer came much too quickly. Solaria seemed to realize what she’d done.

Her voice immediately became smaller.

"I mean... I like it."

Takeshi’s mouth twitched.

"Then what’s wrong?"

She looked down at herself through the fading light.

"It’s..."

She hesitated.

"Different."

Nyxara’s voice came from beside her.

"You’re just embarrassed because it shows your body."

"Nyxara." Solaria’s voice was soft. But there was a warning hidden beneath it.

Nyxara laughed.

"There she is."

Solaria’s cheeks immediately reddened.

Takeshi glanced between them.

He hadn’t even seen Solaria’s finished appearance yet, and somehow Nyxara was already having fun with it.

That was probably inevitable.

The silver light shifted again.

Long sleeves formed over Solaria’s arms, ending in neat lace cuffs. A layered skirt settled against her thighs, its edges carrying subtle patterns resembling feathers.

Then a simple, silver-trimmed white.apron appeared.

The final touch was a pair of thin ribbons that tied around the bases of her broken wings.

Solaria went silent. Her head lowered slightly as she looked herself over.

For once, she wasn’t hiding behind him.

She was simply staring. The reaction was so different from Nyxara’s that Takeshi almost smiled.

Then he noticed the third source of light.

Lana.

Unlike the other two, she had remained completely composed.

The crimson and gold radiance surrounding her was calm, almost unnaturally so. It didn’t flare or pulse.

It simply moved with slow precision. As though the Eternal Pact already knew exactly what it wanted to create.

Takeshi watched as black silk formed around her body.

The material looked far more refined than what had appeared on Nyxara and Solaria. Gold embroidery followed the edges of the fabric, while deep crimson accents appeared naturally throughout the design.

Lana didn’t move. Not even when the neckline settled into place. Nor when the long sleeves formed around her arms.

When the skirt appeared. She simply watched Takeshi through the light.

That crimson gaze made him feel as though she were studying him rather than the transformation.

"You look like you’re judging me."

Lana’s lips curved. "I am."

Takeshi raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

"For your taste."

Nyxara immediately laughed.

Takeshi stared at Lana.

"You haven’t even seen the finished result."

"Neither have you."

That stopped him. Takeshi looked toward the three glowing figures.

She had a point. The Eternal Pact was still cooking.

And as if responding to that realization, the light around all three women suddenly brightened at once.

Takeshi instinctively stepped back. The three colors collided in the middle of the room.

For a moment, the entire hall disappeared beneath the radiance. Merging crimson, silver and gold.

The Eternal Pact pulsed through his chest. Takeshi felt the connection to each of them tighten.

Not stronger in the sense of raw power but intimately. Like the Pact had finally found another way to express the bond between them.

Then the light began to recede slowly. The shapes of the three women became visible again.

Takeshi’s eyes narrowed. The transformation wasn’t finished.

Not quite.

He still had a touch of depravity to attach, here and there.

--End of Chapter--

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