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The chess match between Ma Yuseong and Baek Yuseol was still unfolding, tense and quiet, inside the lavish manor. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a still, almost reverent atmosphere across the room. Every move they made was laced with calculated precision—like the final strategies of two legendary players facing their ultimate match. Yuseol, wearing his signature “hack-vision” glasses, brimmed with confidence. He was certain victory was in his hands. But then, like a sharp slap to his pride, Ma Yuseong struck back— delivering a decisive blow that toppled everything Seol thought he had secured.
"You lost," Ma Yuseong said. His voice was calm, but his eyes sparkled with triumph.
Baek Yuseol stared at him, heart tightening.
"No way…" he whispered, completely shocked. He hadn’t expected Ma Yuseong to actually win—especially not against him, the one with deep game knowledge and top-tier combat experience.
But he'd lost. There was no denying it.
Ma Yuseong looked at Yuseol with a serious expression, though his face carried a hint of mischief that couldn’t quite hide the satisfaction underneath.
"The terms have been set. I don’t want to hear any complaints.
You’ll be my maid for one full month."
Yuseol bit his lip, his mind spinning in confusion and embarrassment. He opened his mouth to protest, but fell silent the moment he met Ma Yuseong’s determined gaze.
"You can’t make me do this!" Yuseol shouted, his voice filled with frustration.
Ma Yuseong only smirked, saying nothing more.
The match was over. And his condition was non-negotiable.
"Rules are rules, Yuseol. You’re not getting out of this."
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An hour later, Yuseol stood in front of Ma Yuseong’s room, face scrunched in frustration and disbelief.
He couldn’t believe he was actually about to serve as Ma Yuseong’s maid for a whole month.
How had it come to this?
When the door opened, Seol stepped inside and immediately wanted to tear the ridiculous outfit off his body.
The black-and-white maid dress clung tightly to his form, short and frilly—both alluring and humiliating.
But the worst part wasn’t the dress.
It was the white cat ears perched on his head, and the soft, fluffy tail attached to his waist.
The outfit restricted his every movement, and the contrast against his pale skin only made things worse.
He looked… cute.
Embarrassingly cute.
"What the hell… what did you make me wear?" Yuseol growled, his voice full of anger—but he couldn’t deny it:
he looked strangely good in it.
Ma Yuseong leaned casually against the doorframe, eyes never leaving Seol.
Watching him in that maid outfit made every line of his body stand out even more, and Ma couldn’t deny it—
Yuseol was adorable like this, even if he looked like he wanted to kill someone.
"You really are beautiful, Yuseol," Ma said, a flicker of amusement in his gaze.
"Don’t make that grumpy face. What, you don’t want to be my maid?"
Seol turned away, cheeks burning.
"I’m no one’s maid. I’m only doing this because I have to!"
He tried to speak firmly, but the flustered tremble in his voice betrayed him.
Ma Yuseong stepped closer, the space between them shrinking fast.
Yuseol could feel his breath—warm, close.
His heart skipped a beat.
Ma leaned down, voice low and close to Seol’s ear.
"You’re mine for a month. Don’t forget that."
Baek Yuseol wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face.
But he couldn’t move—not when Ma Yuseong’s eyes held him in place like that.
Eyes that said: You won’t escape this. I won’t let you.
"I’ll do what you say… but don’t think I’ll go easy on you," Yuseol snapped, his emotions overflowing.
"One month, Ma Yuseong. It’s going to be a nightmare—for you."
Ma Yuseong chuckled, completely unbothered.
"We’ll see about that. You can’t refuse, Yuseol. From now on... you’re my maid."