My Maid is Cute Chapter 22 : Such a Dream (Patreon)

"——Milady, I am not a pet, you know."

When Rebecca replied flatly, Wendy looked at her with a pout.

"I know that. ...I was only joking."

With that, she hopped lightly off Rebecca's lap.

"Becca, bring me some tea."

"U-Um, I still have to finish cleaning..."

"My, can you not listen to the orders of your own mistress, even though you are her exclusive maid?"

"——Understood."

Rebecca stood up with a wry smile.

She really has become more spoiled lately, she thought with a sense of fondness as she bowed slightly.

"Please wait a moment. I will bring it right away."

She trotted out of the room. Wendy watched her retreating figure in silence.

***

Days passed gently, and the seasons shifted calmly.

"Becca, come here."

"Yes, Milady."

The relationship between Rebecca and Wendy hadn't changed much. Wendy was as clingy as ever, sticking to Rebecca like glue. Carrie and Rebecca’s prediction—that she would let herself be spoiled for a while and then eventually settle down—had completely missed the mark.

"Hey, give me your hand."

"Eh... No."

"Why not?"

"Because, Milady, you try to eat it, don't you...?"

Rebecca took a step back, as if to protect her hand. Wendy still had a habit of biting or playfully nibbling on parts of Rebecca's body. Every time she did, it left red marks here and there, giving Rebecca a hard time hiding them.

Wendy looked up at the retreating Rebecca with upturned eyes.

"Hey, just a little bit, please?"

"I refuse."

"I'm just going to lick it a little, okay?"

"Absolutely not."

When Rebecca refused flatly, Wendy pursed her lips as if to say how boring.

Over these past few months, Wendy had finally grown in a way appropriate for her age. She had gotten taller, and her features had become more mature. Her way of speaking, which had been slightly childish and lisping, had recently become much smoother.

"Then, hug me."

"Ehh..."

When Rebecca backed away again to refuse that too, Wendy raised her eyebrows and let out a sharp voice.

"You said you'd hug me whenever I wanted!"

"...I did say that... I did, but..."

"Becca, you liar!"

"...But if I hug you, you'll bite my neck next, won't you, Milady...?"

When Rebecca said this in utter distress, Wendy snorted with a mph.

"It's because your body is soft and fluffy, Becca. It makes me want to bite you again and again. It's your fault."

"That is so unreasonable..."

"If you hate it that much, Becca, then I'll just eat somewhere else."

"Eh... wh-what do you mean by 'somewhere else'...?"

When Rebecca asked back with a start, Wendy stood up, her eyes looking like those of a wild beast. She approached Rebecca with an intensity that suggested she was about to lick her lips in anticipation. Panicked, Rebecca backed away again while voicing her resistance.

"U-Um... w-wait... Okay, I get it! The finger is fine! No, please, by all means, lick my finger! ...W-Wait... Milady, not there... Ah..."

Rebecca's faint scream echoed through the room.

***

Finally satisfied, Wendy pulled away from Rebecca and sat on the sofa. Her face flushed red, Rebecca spoke to Wendy.

"Milady! I am actually angry this time, you know!! If you do something like that again, I will tell Lord Christopher!!"

She spoke as if scolding her severely, but Wendy turned her face away with a hmph. She is definitely going to do it again, Rebecca thought with certainty, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Milady, I am not food..."

"——But I can't help it. I know you hate it, Becca... but it makes me feel so relieved..."

When Wendy said this with a sulky expression, Rebecca was at a loss for words.

She understood why Wendy's heart was unstable. The Magic Academy would soon be on long break, and Christopher would return to the estate. And soon, Wendy would turn ten. In other words, the day of the Magic Measurement was approaching.

Recently, Wendy had started leaving her room more often to spend time in various rooms of the mansion or in the garden. However, leaving the mansion grounds entirely would be a first for her.

With anxiety and nervousness, Wendy's expression had become increasingly tense and stiff as her birthday approached.

"Milady... it will be fine. The measurement will be over in a flash. Lord Christopher will be with you, so there is nothing to worry about."

"...How was it for you, Becca?"

Wendy asked suddenly, causing Rebecca's face to twitch noticeably.

Honestly, she didn't want to remember her own Magic Measurement. The memory of the adults around her making a huge fuss the moment her magic power appeared as a numerical value was still fresh.

Rebecca waved her hands vigorously as if to shake off the memory.

"In my case, nothing really happened, and it was over in a flash, hahaha..."

"...? Hmm."

Wendy tilted her head slightly at Rebecca's behavior, but she quickly returned to a brooding expression, hugging her knees.

"Milady? What is the matter?"

"——I hate the idea of the Magic Measurement, too... but lately, I haven't really been able to sleep..."

"You cannot sleep...?"

"..."

Wendy hesitated, then continued in a small voice.

"...I have strange dreams."

"Dreams?"

"...Scary dreams. I've had them often since I was little, but lately, they're especially frequent. You see, you see... there's a woman glaring at me."

"A woman...?"

"Yeah. A very... beautiful person. A woman with pure white hair. She whispers to me, looking angry the whole time."

"You are the one person I will never forgive."

"..."

"When I have that dream, it feels very, very suffocating. And... really sad. Lately, I'm scared to sleep. I'm scared, Becca..."

Wendy looked up. Her eyes were moist, looking as if tears were about to spill over. Rebecca immediately knelt down and gently hugged Wendy.

"It is all right, Milady. It is just a dream. There is no need to be afraid."

"...Ugh."

"It is all right, Milady. It is all right..."

Rebecca repeated that it was okay over and over, stroking Wendy's back and head.

***

What is this dream Wendy keeps having over and over?

Late that night, Rebecca was lost in thought while preparing milk in her own room.

She had told Wendy it was just a dream, but for some reason, it bothered her deeply, leaving a hazy feeling in her chest.

She couldn't shake the feeling that it was something very important. But she had no idea what it could be.

"Hmm..."

Just as Rebecca tilted her head, the service bell chimed. Rebecca startled, hurriedly grabbed the milk and honey, and dashed out of her room.

"Milady, apologies for the wait."

Saying that, she entered Wendy's room. Wendy's face was still sunk in gloom. Seeing her expression, Rebecca spoke brightly to cheer her up while preparing the milk.

"You see, today I have some very special honey. I asked the Head Maid to buy it for me. It's apparently very rare and hard to get. If you put it in the milk, it makes it sweet and delicious."

Smiling broadly, she held the cup of milk out to Wendy.

"Here you are, Milady!"

"——Mm."

With her expression still dark, Wendy took the cup from Rebecca's hand. She began to sip the milk little by little.

"...Milady."

Rebecca sat on the chair by the bed and spoke while stroking Wendy's head.

"Can you not sleep? If you like, shall I stay here until you fall asleep? Would you be able to sleep then?"

When she asked with concern, Wendy glanced at Rebecca's face and spoke quietly.

"Then, I want you to sleep with me..."

"——Milady."

Rebecca frowned slightly and shook her head.

"That is not allowed. For a maid like me to sleep in the same bed as her master is impermissible."

"——Ugh."

Wendy groaned in dissatisfaction and looked up at Rebecca with pleading eyes.

"——Absolutely not?"

"Ngh."

That face was so cute that she almost gave in, but—

"No. Absolutely not."

When she refused firmly, Wendy exhaled with a sulky look.

"Becca is usually so carefree, but she's stubborn at times like this..."

"Yes, yes. Well then, it seems you have finished your milk, so I will be going back."

As Rebecca said this and tried to stand up, Wendy spoke up in a panic.

"Ah, wait, actually, stay here until I fall asleep!"

At that reaction, Rebecca couldn't help but chuckle and took Wendy's hand.

"Yes, Milady."

Wendy smiled in relief and burrowed into the bed.

"Hey, Becca, will you take a walk in the garden with me tomorrow?"

"Oh, that sounds lovely. The flowers in the garden are blooming beautifully right now. Shall we go after the afternoon cleaning?"

"Yeah. I'm looking forward to it!"

"Ah, that's right. May I invite Carrie as well?"

"Ehh... I prefer just the two of us with Becca..."

"It is more fun with more people, you know."

The two continued to converse in hushed tones for a while, but perhaps because she was tired, Wendy soon closed her eyelids and fell asleep. Gazing at her peaceful, sleeping face, Rebecca smiled and stood up. Then,

"Good night, Milady."

She whispered a quiet greeting so as not to wake her and left the room.

***

Returning to her own room, Rebecca began her preparations for bed. She quickly changed into her nightclothes, checked her schedule for tomorrow, and headed to her bed.

"I hope Milady can sleep well today..."

Worrying about Wendy's condition, Rebecca burrowed into her own bed.

***

She had a strange dream.

Becca.

Someone called her name. When she pried open her heavy eyelids, there was emerald.

Becca.

Ah, no. That isn't an emerald.

Those are Milady's eyes.

Becca... you see...

Milady was saying something, but she couldn't understand what she was saying at all. She wanted to say, "Milady, if you don't sleep soon, you'll oversleep again," but her voice wouldn't come out. Huh? That's strange. Her body felt heavy and sleepy. Just incredibly sleepy.

Hey... is it okay?

Milady was saying something to her, but it made no sense. Staring blankly at Milady, she gave a small nod.

Milady's face lit up. And then, she pressed her lips against hers.

It was a cute kiss, just a touch. Unable to resist the unbelievably soft sensation of those lips, she accepted it.

Huh? Why are we doing this?

As she simply stared at Milady before her in confusion, Milady pulled her lips away with a satisfied look and smiled sweetly.

Mmh, Becca, you're cute.

Saying that, she pressed her lips against hers again.

Ahaha, the cute one is you, Milady.

She wanted to say that, but she couldn't because of Milady's lips.

Ah, somehow, this feels incredibly blissful, she felt.

Then, her consciousness sank into the darkness.

***

She woke with a start to find it was already morning. She sat up vigorously and looked toward the window. Light was streaming in through the gap in the curtains.

"Whoa, I had a... really weird dream..."

Holding her head, she muttered to herself. Her face felt hot. Even without looking in a mirror, she knew she was blushing furiously.

What was that dream? To have such a dream... how disrespectful of me. Ah, geez, I can't face Milady—

"Hmm?"

Suddenly sensing a presence other than her own next to her, she turned her gaze. There...

"E-Eh, Milady!?"

Wendy was sleeping with a peaceful expression. When Rebecca shouted loudly, Wendy woke up.

"Mmh... Becca...? Morning..."

"Ah, good morning... wait, no! Why are you here!?"

To Rebecca's question, Wendy answered groggily.

"...Umm, I had a scary dream again and woke up in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep alone no matter what, so I came to your room, Becca."

Rebecca held her head again. She never imagined Wendy would come to her room.

"Milady... just because you are scared, coming to a maid's room is..."

At that moment, Rebecca stopped mid-sentence with a jolt.

"Ah, u-um, Milady..."

"Hmm?"

"B-By any chance, just by any chance, in the middle of the night, did you... to me—"

She was about to say 'Did you kiss me?' but the words got stuck in her throat and wouldn't come out. Instead, her face grew hotter and hotter.

"Becca? What's wrong?"

Wendy tilted her head in puzzlement. Averting her eyes from Wendy, Rebecca hurriedly scrambled out of bed.

"A-Anyway! You must not come to my room!!"

Saying that, she picked Wendy up and set her down off the bed. Pushing the small back toward the door, she ushered her out of the room.

"I will bring breakfast immediately!! Please wait in your room!"

Declaring this, she slammed the door shut with force. The moment the door closed, she collapsed weakly to the floor.

"...This is the worst."

This makes it look like I'm taking it out on Wendy, she thought, covering her face with both hands.

That was a dream, right? It was a dream, right? It has to be a dream!

To have such a dream. What on earth was wrong with her? That kind of, that kind of—

Remembering the sensation of soft lips from the dream, she gulped.

And then,

"U-Uwaaaahhh..."

She writhed on the spot as if in agony and groaned.

***

Meanwhile, having been practically kicked out of the room, Wendy stared at the door of Rebecca's room for a while. Eventually, she shrugged her shoulders and started walking.

As she walked down the hallway, the servants who had already started their work bowed to her, trembling in fear. Paying no mind to the servants' behavior, Wendy continued walking toward her private chambers.

As she walked, Wendy suddenly touched her own lips. Her face was flushed a gentle pink. Her green eyes were overflowing with joy.

And then,

"Mmh, hehehe..."

She let out a small, happy laugh.