My Mansion of Gorgeous Maids in Another World

Chapter 22: Elven Ballroom

Polished wood gleamed beneath overhead lightning stones that reminded Jett of his high‑school gymnasium. Mia and Noctlisa skirted along the windows, forcing them open and sweeping out dust.

Though smaller than the summoning chamber, the room’s broad floor was ideal for any kind of training.

A night breeze drifted in, and Jett rolled his shoulders, stretching the stiffness from his neck.

When his maids finished preparing the space, they approached and bowed.

"May I be excused to change into practice garments, Master Jett?" Mia asked.

"I’d like to get changed too, Master," Noctlisa added.

"Yeah, of course. I’ll wait for you here," Jett said.

Ballroom dance might be performed in ornate gowns, but he couldn’t imagine them practicing in maid dresses.

After the two excused themselves and slipped into the changing rooms, Jett gazed out the nearest window and sank into thought.

On paper, the Warden looks like the good guy and the Harbinger the villain. Maybe that’s just my narrow view. Still, can a "good guy" really keep the world in balance?

The mansion only accepts extraordinary women as maids, and each brings a dowry so the next Master grows stronger with the house and its system. Competition for those slots is brutal. Prestige aside, what makes whole factions sacrifice their people for me? Do they want me to shield them from the Harbinger’s woes?

Just then, Mia and Noctlisa returned.

"We have returned and stand ready, Master Jett." Mia softly smiled, looking younger thanks to the high ponytail cascading down her back.

A white bodysuit hugged her from neck to calf, showcasing her thigh gap, her bazooka‑sized tits, and every flawless curve.

Jett stared, momentarily lost.

"At your service, Master," Noctlisa said. Her white hair twisted into a bun that sharpened her mature features, making her look like she owned the place.

The same bodysuit clung to her powerful frame, and Jett knew her stretches would be a show in themselves.

It’s not like I’m cock‑blocked by them. I can have them anytime—focus on business first.

"Welcome back. You two look amazing in those suits. If anything can make me train daily, it’s the pair of you dressed like that," he said.

Mia’s smile deepened, while Noctlisa’s steady stare grew heavier, a silent appreciation only Jett caught.

"I’m honored, Master Jett," Mia replied.

"Aye, same, Master," Noctlisa echoed.

Jett tapped his chin and looked at the knight‑maid. "Is your outside maid dress the same as Mia’s?"

Noctlisa nodded. "Aye."

"Wouldn’t it be better for you to fight in just the bodysuit?" he mused.

"Aye, it would. Never swung a damned sword in frilly cloth, Master," she said.

Mia raised a hand. "Master Jett, a gown she can partially discard would serve best. Appearances matter for a man of your station. Your maids must look the part at your side."

Indeed, that’s Mia who takes pride in her head maid role. Jett agreed, grinning. "A long hem that unstraps sounds hot—like switching into battle mode. Noctlisa’s chocolate thighs in white knee‑socks? Chef’s kiss. Same for your slender legs in black. Let’s have every maid able to peel off half her skirt when steel starts flying."

Mia, who hadn’t so much as flinched when he praised Noctlisa, now brightened—as though he’d handed her a whole new world—when he admired her own slender legs. "I shall arrange that!"

"Haha! Love the enthusiasm," Jett chuckled.

After the brief detour about maid uniforms, Jett and Noctlisa took their places to learn the elven ballroom dance. They stood shoulder to shoulder while Mia faced them, assuming the instructor’s position.

Mia glided closer, assessing their posture. "Stand tall—relax your shoulders and lift your chest," she instructed. "As teacher, I’ll lead. My right hand on your back, my left extended. Your left on my shoulder, right extended. Follow the shifts of my weight, Master Jett."

"Yeah." Jett nodded, locked in.

He mastered the basic footwork, shifting his weight with every beat. After a few attempts the movements turned natural, and soon following Mia’s lead felt effortless—almost playful.

The pair drifted across the polished floor like a breeze, arms steady, eyes locked. Under the elven rhythm they seemed to float, smiles blooming as though the room revolved around them.

The choreography flaunted Mia’s devotion and the depth of her love for her Master.

This dance doesn’t carry my feelings.

A thrill shot through him. He broke the pattern, pulling Mia into a brief stalemate before raising her hand and spinning her around to claim the lead.

The moment she settled, his arm slid around her waist, drawing her close while his free hand lifted her calf to his hip.

She arched back, chest proudly thrust, fingers curled over his shoulders. Jett leaned in, inhaling the scent of her hair and trailing a warm breath along her neck. Mia’s cheeks flamed; her breath turned ragged as their gazes locked.

"Now the dance feels complete," he murmured with a smirk. "I could never finish it this way with anyone else—this finale is reserved for my maids alone. You’re irresistible when you look at me like that."

"...Is my name beautiful to you, Master Jett?"

He brushed his lips to her ear. "Of course." The words rolled into a purr. "Mia, you’re sleeping with me tonight—I won’t rest until you’re naked in my arms. Take responsibility."

"Gladly, Master Jett; your will is mine to fulfill," she whispered, sweet as honey.

Teaching Noctlisa afterward proved awkward, but her blank, almost boorish expression let Mia continue without issue.

On the same night, Mia collapsed onto Jett’s emperor‑sized bed, sinking into its lush cushions while he loomed over her.

He rocked her mercilessly, leaving her limp in his arms, his seed oozing from her snatch in thick streams.

As always, the endless rounds—super‑charged by the bedroom’s magic—drained Jett even more than Mia, and he slipped into a deep, silent sleep.

Yet his grip on her remained so firm she couldn’t slip away to tend to her duties. He had shouted her name more than usual, perhaps sensing her earlier worry and jealousy over Noctlisa.

"Permit me to sleep beside you tonight, Master Jett," Mia whispered, shutting her eyes and drifting off in his embrace.

Noctlisa quietly stripped the soaked sheets and replaced them while the couple slept.