Herogasm: My SSS-Ranked Maids Can Do Everything!

--Chapter 27--

Title: Three Gorgeous Maids [3]

The final layer of light slowly peeled away. Takeshi’s eyes adjusted , even as the radiance faded from the hall, revealing the three women standing where they had been.

For a moment, he simply stared. He had imagined the general appearance of their new forms, but seeing the Eternal Pact turn those thoughts into something physical was different.

The magic hadn’t merely dressed them. It had interpreted him.

Nyxara moved first. She rolled one shoulder, then looked down at herself.

The black and crimson uniform followed the shape of her body closely, with crimson ribbons breaking up the darker fabric around her waist and chest.

A short, flared skirt rested high on her thighs, while sheer black stockings covered her legs beneath it. Faint patterns resembling flames ran through the material, becoming more noticeable whenever she moved.

The small white apron at her waist looked almost comically innocent against the rest of her appearance.

Nyxara tugged lightly at the skirt. Her tail swayed behind her, the crimson ribbon tied near its base following the movement.

She looked at her reflection in the nearest window. Then she turned slightly. And turned the other way.

Takeshi’s mouth twitched. Apparently, she liked what she saw.

The small gold rings around her horns caught his attention next. He hadn’t consciously thought about adding them until he’d imagined her finished appearance, but the Pact had somehow filled in the details.

Nyxara touched one of the rings. Her eyes shifted toward Takeshi.

He knew what that look meant and he had to act fast. "Don’t."

Her lips curved upward. She hadn’t even said anything which was precisely the problem.

Takeshi looked away before she could turn it into something else. A quiet laugh escaped her.

On the other hand, Solaria had been much less eager to inspect herself.

She stood almost completely still, her hands hovering uncertainly near the sides of her new uniform.

White and silver suited her. The fitted bodice carried delicate embroidery shaped like broken feathers, while darker lace lined the edges of the neckline. Long sleeves covered her arms before ending in neat lace cuffs, and the layered skirt fell to her mid-thigh.

A small white apron with silver trim completed the outfit. But Takeshi’s attention settled on her wings.

The Pact hadn’t hidden them. Her broken black wings remained exposed behind her, their dark feathers contrasting sharply against the pale uniform. Thin silver ribbons had been tied near their bases, almost like decorations.

Takeshi had considered hiding them. He was glad he hadn’t. Solaria slowly reached behind herself and touched one of the ribbons.

Her fingers lingered there.

"Master..."

Takeshi looked at her for a second too long.

She glanced at him, then quickly lowered her eyes again.

"Did you do this?"

Takeshi understood what she meant.

"The ribbons?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

Her fingers moved lightly over the fabric. Takeshi looked toward her wings.

"Guess, I didn’t want to hide them."

Solaria went quiet. The shy expression she’d worn since the transformation began softened slightly.

She looked at her reflection again. Then at her wings.

A small smile appeared. "..I like them."

Takeshi nodded. "Good."

That seemed to be enough.

Solaria lowered her hands, though she continued glancing at herself as if she still hadn’t quite accepted that the image in the window was actually her.

Nyxara’s gaze drifted toward her.

For once, she didn’t immediately make a joke.

Her eyes lingered briefly on Solaria’s wings before moving away.

Lana was the last.

Takeshi’s attention shifted toward her as the remaining crimson and gold light slipped away.

Her uniform was easily the most refined.

Black silk wrapped around her figure with deep crimson accents and delicate gold embroidery. The neckline remained controlled while still revealing enough to make the design distinctly different from an ordinary servant’s attire.

Long sleeves ended in gold-trimmed cuffs.

The skirt reached just above her knees, with a high slit along one side.

A crimson apron with gold trim rested over the black silk, while a small matching headpiece sat against her crimson hair. A short black veil fell from one side of it, partially framing her face.

Her long hair had been pinned back slightly, though several waves remained loose over one shoulder.

Lana lifted one hand and adjusted the headpiece. Her crimson eyes met Takeshi’s through the veil.

A faint smile appeared on her face. "This suits me."

Takeshi couldn’t argue with that and simply smile. This caused Lana’s smile to deepen slightly.

Takeshi took.another moment and looked at the three women together.

The contrast was almost exactly what he’d imagined.

Nyxara’s outfit was made for movement, with enough freedom for her to fight without sacrificing the provocative edge he’d wanted.

Solaria’s was softer, cleaner, and more restrained, with the broken wings left completely visible instead of treated as something that needed to be concealed.

Lana’s was different again. The kind of outfit that could make someone mistake her for a noblewoman until she opened her mouth.

Takeshi’s gaze moved over them once more. Three women, three completely different personalities.

And somehow, the Eternal Pact had managed to translate that difference into their appearances without making them look like they belonged to completely different worlds.

He found himself smiling.

Nyxara caught it.

"Well?"

Takeshi looked at her.

She gestured vaguely toward herself.

He understood the question.

"You look good."

Nyxara’s smile widened.

"Just good?"

Takeshi immediately regretted answering.

Solaria covered her mouth.

The sound that escaped her was tiny, but Takeshi caught it. Lana didn’t bother hiding her amusement.

Nyxara pointed at Takeshi.

"See? Even Solaria thinks you should’ve said more."

Solaria’s hand immediately lowered.

"I didn’t say that."

"You laughed."

"..."

Solaria’s face reddened.

Lana’s gaze shifted between them before she quietly adjusted the black veil resting beside her face.

The motion caught Takeshi’s attention.

He looked at her. She was already looking back.

Something about her expression made him suspicious.

"What?"

"Nothing, Master."

Takeshi stared at her. Lana’s smile remained perfectly innocent. That somehow made it worse.

He decided to leave it alone.

The final traces of magic disappeared from the hall. Then the Eternal Pact pulsed once inside his chest.

A translucent window appeared before his eyes.

[ ETERNAL PACT — MANIFESTATION COMPLETE ]

[Formal Attire Protocol Successfully Established.]

[Bonded Units Have Received Dedicated Forms.]

Takeshi read the notification. Another line appeared beneath it.

[Appearance configuration has been recorded.]

[Future manifestations may be restored through the Eternal Pact.]

His eyes lingered on that last message. So this wasn’t temporary.

The forms he’d imagined were now part of the Pact.

Takeshi looked back at the three women.

Nyxara was still admiring herself in the window.

Solaria had finally stopped looking like she wanted to disappear and was quietly examining the silver embroidery along her sleeve.

Lana stood perfectly still, watching Takeshi with that unreadable little smile. The manor had been silent only minutes ago.

Now it looked like something entirely different had taken root inside it.

Takeshi dismissed the window.

His gaze settled on the three maids.

"...Not bad."

Nyxara immediately turned.

"Not bad?"

Takeshi sighed. He should have kept his mouth shut.

But before he could dwell on the thought. Lana looked straight at him, her crimson eyes narrowed into slits.

"Master...someone is watching us."

Xavier looked out the window almost immediately.

--End of Chapter--

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