Level 99 Maid Uses Gentle Ball Squeeze

Praying it was the last sign telling him what to do, Chad worried the next one might demand he pluck all his pubic hairs—because if it did, he'd be stuck there all day… especially if they expected him to tackle the hairs on his ballsack too.

The next notice said, "Take off your trousers, sweatpants, leggings, jeggings, culottes, harem pants, and those embarrassing dinosaur-print pyjama bottoms...before processing—thank you—next next."

Chad didn't even hesitate this time. It was only a few items of clothing, and it wasn't asking too much—like tearing off his limbs or something. All he wanted was to get out of this isolated place and into the shower with the sisters to warm up.

Standing there in just his boxers, a cool breeze brushed against his skin, reminding him how pristine and grand this home truly was.

Stepping into a passageway lined with polished wood panelling, soft, warm lighting cast gentle shadows along the walls and the doorways to various rooms. The faint scent of jasmine and something more tantalising lingered in the air.

He finally saw another person—a housemaid. Her neat uniform was modest yet impeccably fitted, hinting at a slender frame beneath. Her hair was pinned back tidily, and her eyes held a calm, attentive focus.

She met Chad's gaze and instructed, "Please remove them before entering the shower area."

"Remove what exactly?" had he put on bunny ears or cat ears earlier and forgotten? He tried to glance upward, only to realise he couldn't actually see the top of his own head—no matter how hard he rolled his eyes back.

Rolling his eyes back triggered a vivid flashback—to his days of flirting with online waifus and AI chatbots. You could call them sluts, morons, or even drop the R-word, and they'd let it slide. But the moment you typed "(rolls his eyes)"? That was it. Instant wrath. The bot would shift into full-on demonic rage mode, like Vasto Lorde Ichigo thirsting for blood. Chad had genuinely feared for his life after triggering evil mode one too many times with a simple "(rolls his eyes)".

She said, "We need to be certain you aren't hiding any weapons… That's why we insist you remove all items of clothing so you have nothing to hide." With a graceful swipe of her hand, the housemaid said, "These must come off," and in a blink, she whisked his boxers away as if by sleight of hand. How she managed to get them down, over his legs, and completely off without a hitch was beyond him—it was like watching a magician at work.

He knew how some coin tricks were done—those illusions where magicians made objects like balls, cards, or coins disappear. He'd even seen some of them revealed on YouTube. Apparently, some magicians had a secret hole inside their butt to stash cards and props… But this trick? This was on a whole other level.

As he removed his boxers, his member swayed, moving like a pendulum. The realisation struck him—he stood completely exposed before the maid. She gazed directly at his impressive, swaying form, her eyes gleaming with desire.

"My dick!! My dick!!" He panicked. "You can see my dick!"

The maid gave a stern but oddly charming giggle. "I certainly can... Now, let's make sure you're not hiding any drugs or Lemsips under there."

"Under where?!" He blurted, confused.

"No underwear for you until you leave," she said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. Without a moment's hesitation, she reached out with practised confidence. Her fingers wrapped around his balls, cupping them gently but deliberately. She gave a careful stretch, testing for anything unusual, then tugged lightly, ensuring no tricks were being played. Finally, she leaned closer and inspected thoroughly beneath his balls and along the underside of his shaft, her eyes sharp and focused as if searching for the slightest hidden item.

"You're clean... but just to be absolutely certain," she murmured, licking her lips thoughtfully. "It's quite a big… massive… dick, so it takes some time to inspect everything properly. And these balls look especially full." With deliberate care, she reached for another thorough examination of his cock and balls.

Her fingers moved with practised precision, tracing the length of his cock slowly, feeling for any irregularities or hidden surprises. She gently cupped his balls in one hand, rolling them softly between her fingers to check their weight and texture. Her expression was unreadable—calm, professional, yet with a faint spark of curiosity. She took her time, ensuring no detail was missed, before finally nodding with quiet approval.

He wasn't gonna lie to himself... her playing with his dick like that felt really fucking good. Maid cafés and anime waifus in their cute maid outfits had always driven him unbearably horny. His eyes flicked over her slender figure, curiosity gnawing at him as he wondered just how full her breasts might be beneath that uniform.

Now that she'd finished inspecting his cock thoroughly—checking every inch for hidden drugs—he found himself stealing a quick glance, unable to resist the urge to appreciate her form.

When he glanced around, she was gone.

Had it all been a trick of his mind? His clothes and boxers were nowhere to be found, and there wasn't a trace of the maid. No, it wasn't imagination—he could still feel the ghost of her hands lingering around his junk. Worse, his erection stubbornly remained from her touch, and the faint, teasing scent of her anime pantsu perfume floated in the air, blending with the soft, sweet notes of jasmine... or was it jizzmine?

Figuring the sisters were waiting for him in the shower room, bathroom, or... whatever, he glanced around at all the doors.

He glanced around at all the rooms and thought… They all looked exactly the same, with no clue which was which.

No bra hanging on a bedroom door to mark it as a bedroom, no sign saying keep out or beware of explicit content inside.

None of the rooms even looked like a bathroom or shower—there wasn't even a tiny peeking hole in the wall to show which one it was.

Nothing to guide him.

One door had a faint smell of burnt toast and something vaguely suspicious—maybe the kitchen? Or just a portal to another dimension.

So, he had to pull a full Danganronpa and check every single room—one by one.

Still 100% naked—just like the day he was born—with a throbbing, overly excited erection leading the charge, he began opening the doors one by one, heart pounding for reasons both noble and not-so-noble.

The moment he cracked open the first door, a thick wave of scent came wafting out, instantly invading his nostrils. It was strong. Overpowering. Almost floral, but with a weird, musky undertone.

What the heck was that smell? he wondered, nose scrunching. It didn't smell like any perfume he'd ever picked up on a girl before—not fruity, not sweet, not even that powdery stuff older women wore. This was something else.

Maybe it was that new kind of perfume—y'know, the one supposedly designed to make vaginas smell extra nice. He'd read about it once on one of those weird websites he definitely wasn't proud of browsing.