""Welcome home, master!""

What can I say? The sight that greeted me when I arrived home was… new. Yes, let's go with that. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't fully expecting this, yet I still had to stop and take a shallow breath to find my proverbial center before I resolved myself to step through the threshold of my own house.

"Hello, girls," I nonchalantly greeted the two french maids giving me deferential bows right in the middle of my entryway. Needless to say, while I was calm on the surface, it was all due to heroic levels of willpower forcing a laidback neutral expression onto my face. I had no choice though; this was but the first grueling battle in a campaign of silent psychological warfare, and I refused to be the first to flinch.

"Let me take your coat!"

Saying so, the strangely energetic blonde maid skipped over to my side and insistently helped me out of my usual long coat. Speaking of which, I wondered if I should buy a duffel or something similar for the winter, preferably in a color other than black. If nothing else, maybe it would finally convince Brang to drop the nickname he gave me.

While I considered such things, the helpful maid carefully peeled me out of my outerwear and put it onto the hanger by the door. She was wearing what I would've considered a fairly standard maid uniform (and by that I mean a typical 'maid café' type of frilly uniform, not the real Victorian kind), complete with the headpiece and stockings, the latter of which was clear to see due to the somewhat short-ish skirt she was wearing. Oh, and on second look, she had a huge bow on the back, which was a nice touch, if a bit impractical.

The brunette maid was dressed in the exact same fashion, except with maybe a bit more frills on the apron and a teensy bit longer skirt. Overall, their uniforms showed some skin, but thankfully they weren't the 'sexy maid' type costumes you could order off some questionable websites. I'm not going to lie, I had no idea how I would've reacted when faced with those. Probably some unique, never-before-seen flavor of horror.

Theoretical skimpy outfits aside, I continued to maintain my nonchalant façade as I slipped out of my outdoor shoes. By the time I put on my slippers, the two maids once again stood right in front of me and bowed more or less in unison.

"What would you like to have first, master?" the deadpan maid asked with the utmost seriousness. "Dinner, a bath, or me?"

It was probably not surprising, but there was an obnoxiously long silence following in the wake of her words, but I managed to somehow preserve my poker face through it all, even though the clichéd line made my blood boil. No, not that way. But then, before I could say anything, the blonde maid suddenly cut in, her words tinted with mild panic.

"Tea! She meant tea!"

"Yes, that's most certainly what I meant," the brunette maid conceded the point with just a hint of a pout on her lips. My traitorous hypothalamus immediately made a note of how cute that was, but I successfully maintained my neutral expression all the same, because dammit, I was not going to react, no matter how little blood was in my hormone-stream! At this point, this was all about the principle!

I softly exhaled and squeezed out a jovial, "It's a little late for that, but sure, I'm not going to turn down a warm cup."

The maid duo shared an awkward glance between the two of them, but they soon resigned themselves to their plans getting derailed right from the get-go. They both gave me another bow, which was followed up by a hand gesture for me to follow them.

"I don't think it's working," the blonde maid whispered in a low voice, which was obviously still perfectly audible to me, as they turned on their heels.

"Just stick to the script," her brunette 'colleague' advised her in an even lower voice. "I get the tea, you get him comfortable."

"On it!" she all but exclaimed, but then she finally noticed that she was too loud. She carefully glanced over her shoulder, and upon noticing that I was looking at her, she let out a small and increasingly rare 'Awawa…!' under her breath before hastily adding, "I-I mean, this way, master!"

Steeling my facial muscles was getting harder by the minute, and I rationally knew that I should've cut this whole charade short at the earliest opportunity… but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious (and maybe a tiny bit fascinated) about what these two were trying to do, so I wordlessly obliged them and obediently followed after her.

Once we got into the living room, I was faced with another minor shock. In retrospect, I really shouldn't have been so surprised, as I've seen them preparing something through Far Sight, but the belated realization that they went out of their way to re-decorate my whole living room really floored me for a moment. As for what the décor was supposed to invoke, it was hard to tell, with a curious mixture of scented candles and even some rose petals here and there, but if I wanted to sum it up on one word, it would be tacky… Nah, I'm kidding! It would be romantic. Yes. I'd never consider something my girlfriends put so much effort into 'tacky'! Perish the thought!

Seriously though, they might've gone just a liiiiiitle bit overboard. I've no idea where they got them, but they even put a pair of those fancy sterling silver candlesticks onto the coffee table, with matching dinner candles to boot. Not only that, they were surrounded by tall wine glasses and even a pre-cooled bottle of alcohol-free champagne. Say what you will, that was some serious dedication to the aesthetic. Except for the champagne, because it had a cartoon dragon on the side, but still. 'A-' for effort.

The blonde maid once again gestured for me to follow after her, and I did so as soon as I finished drinking in the scenery, after which I got, for lack of better words, 'seated' in my usual comfy chair. In the meantime the deadpan maid headed for the kitchen, leaving the two of us alone in the living room.

To be honest, I was about ninety percent certain that we would get enveloped by an awkward atmosphere at this point, but my expectations were swiftly betrayed the moment the brunette maid left the premises.

"So? What do you think?" Elly asked in a soft yet excited whisper as she pinched the hem of her skirt and twirled around to show off her outfit, followed by a small and perfectly executed curtsy. Just as you would expect from her, really.

I gave my girlfriend a slow look-over, and decided to answer with a flat, "You're breaking character, princess."

"Oh, right! I mean, does the uniform suit me, master?" she inquired in a demure voice, then after a second or two her eyes opened wide as if she just recalled something, and she also tried to do that eyelash-fluttering thing that Judy used to terrorize me last night.

As for her question, I had to admit that she looked incredibly cute in that uniform, but saying that out loud would've only exacerbated the misunderstanding about my nonexistent maid-fetish, so I decided on the diplomatic answer of, "I don't think there are any clothes out there that wouldn't look great on you, so yes, it does."

The princess quickly digested my words and gave me one of her smug little smirks in return… but then she twitched and quickly assumed a ramrod-straight posture when Judy returned from the kitchen.

"That was quick," I noted, only mildly baffled by the fact that she was carrying the teapot and accessories on a fancy kitchen trolley.

"It's a maid's duty to be prepared to immediately fulfill her master's every desire," she stated in a slightly-more-deadpan-than-usual voice the moment she stopped next to my chair. She picked up the porcelain teapot and gracefully filled up my 'I <3 Coffee' mug, which was sticking out of the environment like a sore thumb. Once she did so, she handed it over to me, and when our hands touched, she echoed herself with an emphasized, "Every desire," followed by a clumsy wink.

This time it was even harder to keep my poker-face from cracking, but I somehow managed it. Oh, the tribulations I had to put up with every day!

"Thank you very much," I responded with a level voice as I took the mug and raised it to my mouth. The tea itself was nothing special, probably because she made it in a hurry, but it was nice to have a warm drink after walking outside for a while, so I didn't complain.

In the meantime, Judy and Elly once again took up their spots in front of me and quietly waited for me to finish. Well, mostly quietly.

"Psst! Judy?" Elly whispered after she elbowed my other girlfriend on the side to get her attention. "I really don't think it's working."

"Follow the plan," my dearest assistant responded with a flat look. "We still have seven more scenarios to try."

Well, that sounded about seven scenarios too much, so I hastily gulped down the last of my drink and stated, "How about we skip all that and instead you two sit down so we can talk?"

"A maid must not sit down with the master… I think?" Elly posited a little uncertainly while glancing at Judy again. "Melinda never said it was a rule; she eats with me all the time."

"Neige said it's how it works, so that's how we do it."

"Oh, okay then. In that case, we really can't sit down," my draconic girlfriend reiterated as she clenched her fists with renewed enthusiasm.

Another deep breath later I lightly cleared my throat to maintain my steadily cracking straitlaced façade and stated, "Just sit down you two. Don't make me stand up and tickle you."

My girlfriends shared another look between each other, resulting in the princess musing, "Maybe it does work after all?"

"No, it doesn't," I finally burst out with a hint of exasperation as I rose from my seat and walked over to them. Elly shuddered for a moment and used her hands to guard her sides, probably worried about any incoming tickling, but I ignored her, and instead I gently grabbed them by the waist and pulled them along on my way towards the couch.

As soon as we were there, I guided them down, with me sitting in the middle, Judy on my left and, by process of elimination, Elly on my right. Once we were comfortable (or at the very least as comfortable as we could be under the circumstances), I once again let out a pointed cough and decided to get rid of the most obvious issue at the moment.

"First off, let's make this clear once and for all: I don't actually have a maid fetish."

"You don't!?" Elly exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, sounding about as shocked as when I first told her I had amnesia.

"No, I don't," I repeated while I sent a meaningful glance at my other girlfriend. She averted her gaze, so I soon continued with, "I admit that you put a flattering amount of effort into all of this, but I'm afraid it was more than a little misguided."

"Are you sure you don't like maids?" Judy spoke up with a frown, and I shook my head while pulling her a little closer.

"Nope, it's all just a huge, downright aggravating misunderstanding." They appeared to be a little let down by my declaration, so I decided to soften it by adding, "I mean, you two look really cute in these uniforms, but you're like that by default, so it hardly changes anything."

My dear assistant was still giving me suspicious looks, but I couldn't really care much, as the princess quickly grabbed my attention by letting out an enormous defeated sigh.

"So it really didn't work?" she asked with upturned eyes, and I quickly shook my head while I once again beat my hypothalamus into submission.

"Well, not if you wanted to seduce me into doing lewd stuff, no."

"But Judy said you really like maids! And Melinda said it too! I thought it would really make you happy…"

"Well, I'm definitely not unhappy, but you two really didn't have to go to such lengths. You even brought the candlesticks and the trolley and everything."

"Those were all things we found in the house," Judy added a little dourly, and her words immediately put a stop to my previous train of thought.

"Wait, what? Why would I have a kitchen trolley in my house?"

"I don't know. I found these in the pantry and the garage."

I looked my assistant in the eye for a while, but she was entirely serious, so at the end of it I couldn't help but let out a baffled 'Huh.' under my breath. How come my house was always filled with all kinds of weirdly convenient odds and ends, from food ingredients to food carts? Was it some kind of narrative tomfoolery? Or could it be that they were left behind by the ever-helpful ninja maids? It was something that certainly required my attention, and I decided to launch a very detailed and meticulous investigation into the issue… later.

For now, I focused my attention on the topic quite literally at hand, as I was still holding my girlfriends by the waist. They didn't seem to mind, so I didn't change my posture either, and instead I only closed my eyes for a moment to think.

"Okay, let's put all of these things aside for the moment, and let's focus on why you two thought it was a good idea to try and act as fetish-fuel for me. I mean, don't take me wrong, the whole play would've been really fun if you talked things through with me ahead of time, but you didn't."

I waited for a few seconds, to see if either of them wanted to add something to the discussion, but since they remained silent and only kept fidgeting in my arms, I decided to break the ice myself.

"Listen up, girls. To be frank with you, I simply don't understand why you are so adamant about rushing things like this. Or rather, I have a few ideas, but I don't want to make this conversation heavier than it already is, so let me say this as clearly as I can: I still think it is early for us to jump right into lewding."

"For the record, I still can't help but lament the fact that the word 'lewding' became part of our vocabulary," Judy noted on the side, and Elly repeatedly nodded, though I couldn't fail to notice how she was turning red to the tip of her ears just from the mere mention of the term.

"Don't change the subject," I chided my assistant while simultaneously launching a vicious tickle attack on her defenseless waist. Once she stopped squirming, I flashed a refreshed smile in her direction and added, "So, let me give you my reasons why I think we should keep things slow, steady, and celibate for the time being. Let me start with the one Judy has already heard: Pregnancy. It is more or less the last thing we need in the current situation. Any objections to this point?"

"Oh, I have one!" Elly suddenly raised her hand, only to quickly let it down and mumble, "I mean, it's not that likely for me." She stopped speaking, so I urged her to continue with my eyes, and after taking a shallow breath, she did just that. "When mom gave me the birds and the bees talk, she told me that we have low fertility. It has something to do with having both human and dragon blood. She said that even when they were, um, 'trying' for me, it took them two years of, uuuuuu, 't-trying' before mom got pregnant." For some reason, she was extremely embarrassed even though she was using 'safe for work' language, and after taking several short breaths she quickly blurted out, "T-That's why it's fine for me! Even if we do l-lewd things, I wouldn't get pregnant right away!"

"But there would still be a chance for it, and Judy is still on the table."

"I already told you, Chief, but contraceptives still exist," she countered me with a pout. It was probably the aftereffect of my tickling. "I also asked around a little. Amelia said there are artifacts that can completely prevent conception."

"… Did you seriously get the Class Rep involved in this?"

"She shouldn't know why I asked. I was very discreet," she pointed out. "This means that, if we took all precautions, we can completely negate the chance of pregnancy, and with it, your objection."

"One of my objections, maybe, but I have more! For example, the age difference argument." My girlfriends both gave me an odd look that all but screamed 'What age difference?', so I quickly elaborated. "So, you know that 'Leonard Dunning' is a fake identity, right?" Elly nodded, while Judy just slightly furrowed her brows, which I decided to interpret as confirmation as well. "It's blatantly obvious that I'm bigger than any other boys in our grade. Putting genetics aside, I have a suspicion that I might be older than you two, with the date on my fake ID being manipulated so that I could enroll in the school with Josh. It was probably step number eight of some dastardly knightly plan."

"Maybe, but why would that be a problem for us?" came the question from my frowny assistant.

"I looked up some laws last night. If I am actually over 18, having sex with you would make me a child molester."

"Really?" Elly asked, obviously unconvinced.

"Yes, really. If both parties are under 18, it's fine. If both are over 18, it's fine. Mix the two, and you can immediately hear the police sirens in the distance."

"Chief, that's just dumb," Judy interrupted me with her deadpanniest expression yet.

"The law?"

"No, your objection," she clarified. "You are 17 on your ID. End of discussion."

"Yes, but what if I'm really not?" I countered.

"Then the only people who know that would be the Knights, and I'm sure they would've much more obvious objections to our relationship than the age gap."

"Yes! Like me!" Elly agreed and pointed at her inexplicably beaming face.

"And that's why your objection is incredibly silly," Judy concluded, though not to my complete agreement. "Do you have anything else?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do," I grumbled a little before I took a deep breath and began to explain myself. "Putting everything else aside, I simply think it's too early for us. We've only been dating for a short few weeks, and our relationship is pretty unusual to begin with. I still think we need to get closer to each other before we actually jump into the lewdy stuff." I could distinctly hear Judy mutter something along the lines of 'You're using that word just to annoy me, aren't you?', but I ignored her and instead told them, "To be honest with you, I have a feeling that getting physical will be the biggest watershed moment in our relationship. You see, this might be obvious, but there is only one of me, and two of you."

"Um… yes…" Elly agreed with a nod, seemingly on autopilot.

"The thing is, while I have some emotional roadblocks I'm steadily chipping away at, I can still say, with perfect certainly, that I love you two, definitions be damned. I want to make this relationship work, and I'm trying to be as fair as possible with you, dividing my time and attention and affection as best as I can. However, when it comes to lewding, I can only 'do it' with one of you at a time, right?"

"That's true," Judy granted me, and so I quickly continued before she could insert a 'but' at the end.

"This means that, unless one of you would just sit by the sidelines to watch and fiddle their thumbs while we engage in some good-old-fashioned horizontal gene transfer, it would be something we couldn't do together, all three of us at the same time. Well, that is, unless you two want to get it on with each other, but I somehow doubt that."

"Well, I like Judy, but I don't… um… like like her…" Elly spoke softly as she did that weird but cute thing where she touched her index fingers together.

"Same here. I'm straight," my assistant declared quite firmly as well.

"You see? That's why, even without any talk about libidos and pregnancy and whatnot, I still think it's not something we should rush until we are close enough where this won't lead to any friction anymore. Are you getting what I'm trying to say?"

"I do, but I also think we are already plenty close," Judy said while gesturing to the three of us huddled together in my embrace.

"I want us to be even closer than this."

"And how do you want to get even closer without doing the deed?"

"I have ideas," I responded with a small chuckle. "Spending more time with just the three of us, going on dates, playing games, and just generally talking a lot more about our feelings and problems with each other. Of course, all of this would be for after the current Labcoat Guy madness died down. What do you say?"

"So before getting closer physically, you want us to get closer emotionally?" my assistant summed up my argument in a single sentence, and I had no choice but to nod at her. "That's really vague. If we agreed to that, you could use it as an excuse to postpone things until the heat death of the universe."

"Oh please! I wouldn't do that!" Judy was still giving me the skeptical treatment, and it looked like it was about to infect the other girl present as well, so I blurted out, "Do you want me to set a deadline or something?"

"… That could work," she accepted my not at all serious proposal after some thinking, and before I could ask her if she was serious, Elly repeatedly nodded on the other side, cutting off my way of retreat.

"Erm… Okay then? How about Christmas?" I suggested a little half-heartedly.

"Sounds nice," my deadpan assistant responded with a tone of utmost seriousness only slightly marred by her self-satisfied expression.

"So no le-lewding until Christmas, but we get to hang out more until then? That sounds great too! I'm in!" Elly suddenly declared as she hugged me from the side.

"If you agree, then why are you doing that?" Judy turned a frown at my other girlfriend, or more precisely, her rather sizable breasts pushed flat against my own chest.

"I'm just showing my happiness. That's emotional," she argued back with a grin that would've been right at home at Angie's face, yet suited hers just as well.

"Maybe, but you are doing it in a physical way," my assistant countered her point, then she reached out and poked the grinning Draconian girl's cheek.

"There's nothing wrong with that though," I pointed out, only for Judy to turn her suspicious eyes at me in turn.

"Is that so?" All of a sudden, she also leaned closer and pressed her slightly more modest (yet just as soft and warm) chest against me as well. "Normally you'd argue tooth and nail against this kind of thing. Are you one hundred percent sure the maid costumes aren't working?"

"Yes, I am," I replied just a tad dryly as I carefully grabbed hold of the back of their collars (while making sure that I wouldn't damage the uniforms) and gently pulled them off me. "Where did you get these outfits, anyway? They look different from Snowy's."

"I asked Melinda for spares," Elly told me proudly, for some reason.

"Well, then I guess you better change out of them before they get dirty. Or do you two want to wear it until it's time to go home?"

"We are sleeping over," the princess caught me off-guard by declaring it in a defiant voice. "I already got permission from mom and dad!"

"I'm the same," Judy followed it up with a triumphant smirk of her own. "I told mother that I'd be staying over at Neige's place. That's here."

"Now that you mention it… Where's Snowy?"

"She's staying over in the shelter tonight," my dear assistant explained with her smirk becoming so wide, I could actually imagine that even other people may have realized that she was smiling. Crazy, I know.

Anyway, I quickly used my Far Sight to see if it was true, and lo and behold, I found Snowy surrounded by the Faun inside the secret base all right. Furthermore, she was riding on the shoulders of Brang for some unfathomable reason as they were discussing how they should decorate the interiors of the Fauns' living quarters.

I didn't really have the time to observe them for long, considering my situation, so I quickly returned to my body and let out a small sigh.

"So, it's just the three of us in the house, and you are staying over, but we are not doing any lewding yet. Now what?"

All three of us fell silent for a moment, right until Judy raised her hand and did a twisting motion with her wrist, at which point… we still remained in silence. Once I couldn't bear watching her any longer, I raised my own hand and told her, "I'll provide the sound effect," after which I snapped my finger.

"Thank you. My finger-snapping app crashed again."

"App?" Elly butted in with a curious look and a bunch of illusionary question marks circling around her head.

"It's one of our dumber inside jokes. You're better off not knowing," I remarked before I focused my attention on my assistant again. "So, I believe you had an idea."

"Yes, I do. After the disappointment that your movie turned out to be last evening, I tried to find something genuinely terrible to show you what a real bad movie was like. I have the DVD in my bag, so we might as well watch it together."

"… Just when did you have the time to buy a specific DVD like that?"

My question, accentuated by my practiced eyebrow-raise, was promptly dismissed on the spot.

"Don't be silly, Chief. I obviously downloaded it from the internet."

"Isn't that illegal?" the princess interjected, her eyes as narrow as they could be.

"Only if someone finds out," Judy told her with a confident smirk. "It's a terrible horror movie about a sentient toaster going on a murder spree in a desert."

"I… I don't really like horror movies," my Draconic girlfriend admitted in a mousey voice, her previous suspicion and intensity gone like a candle flame in a hurricane, but my assistant immediately reassured her.

"Don't worry. It's a really bad horror movie, so it's not scary at all."

"That's good, but… if it's bad, then why do you want to watch it?"

"To make fun of it," I supplied the answer. "On my end, I'm fine with it. How about you, princess? I promise it's going to be fun."

"Really? Well… If it's not scary, then I suppose I'm fine too…"

"Good. I'll go and get the movie," Judy announced and she immediately jumped to her feet.

"In that case, I'll go make some popcorn and snacks," I proposed as I stood up, and Elly followed right after me.

"I'll go and change into my pajamas then!" she declared in an upbeat voice, and it made Judy and I stop on our tracks.

"Pajamas?" my assistant repeated after her with her brows raised, if not high, but at least noticeably.

"Yes," the princess asserted with a look that obviously found our surprise completely unexpected. "Aren't you supposed to wear your pajamas and hug under the same blanket when the whole family is watching a movie?"

"I suppose you do that at home," I figured, and she nodded again. "Well, we still have the blanket from yesterday over there. As for pajamas, I don't think I have one, but I could check the dressers."

"I don't have any."

We both glanced at Judy upon her statement, and it was Elly who voiced that was on both our minds.

"You knew you would be staying over, and you didn't bring your pajamas?"

"I didn't think I would need them," she admitted. "I didn't have one the last time I slept over either."

"Wait, then what were you wearing? Did you sleep in your undies?"

"No. I wore one of Leo's shirts."

There was a long beat, but then Elly's eyes suddenly began to sparkle as she exclaimed, "That's such a girlfriend-y thing to do! I want to try it too!"

"All right, then. Let's go to the Chief's room."

"Hey? Do I get a say in this?" I cut in with a frown, only to immediately get overwhelmed by the princess's enthusiasm when she clasped her hands around mine.

"Of course! Please pick me a shirt; one that you think would look good on me!"

"… If you insist," I yielded almost right away, and I allowed her to pull me towards the stairs.

"If you're picking one for her, do it for me too," my assistant followed it up with those words, and I couldn't help but sigh.

As cute as my girlfriends were, they could certainly be quite a handful from time to time. Though again, I wouldn't have it any other way.