Chapter written by writing.com user Dudeman, ported to Collaberotica by WritingGuy

You saw a maid; someone who looked like a fiery tomboy with short, chin-length hair that was a bright ruby-red crimson, and a set of piercing purple eyes that could make anyone melt. Her uniform was a bit tighter than the others, and it was clear that she had a body that could make any guy's heart skip a beat. Her name tag read 'Azuki,' and judging by the huge balloons threatening to pop her shirt open; she had to be at least a K-cup. Her fiery spirit was palpable, even from across the street.

((Well look at that! Seems that you're into more than just perverted girls!)))

'Yeah, of course I am. I'm not going to limit myself! Speaking of this new girl; do you have any tips on how I can get to know her?'

(((Well just don't be as openly perverted as you were with Kaede and Hakari, and don't expect girls to join your harem as easily as those two. They were definitely, uh, a special case.)))

A pair of special cases, more like.

Then, Azuki looked over and noticed you ogling her, she sighed and rolled her eyes.

"What's with you, pervert?" she called out to you. You felt your face turn beet red, but you managed to keep your composure and walked over to her.

"S-sorry, just didn't know how to ask for a table," you stuttered out.

"Well, we don't get a lot of customers like you here," she said, handing you a menu. "But I guess we can accommodate... as long as you don't cause any trouble."

You took the menu, and your eyes widened as you scanned the options. Alongside the usual cakes and teas, there were services like "Marshmallow Hell Face Sitting" and "Gentle Boob Groping." This place was definitely not your average maid cafe. You could already feel your face heating up at some of the particularly raunchy options.

Damn it, you needed to play it cool!

"What's the matter, I thought you weren't a pervert!" the red-haired girl said with a smug smile, crossing her arms under her big bust.

"I-I'm not!" You protest, though you couldn't help but feel your eyes drawn to her ample chest. Damn it, was she doing that on purpose?! How were you supposed to look her in the eye and not her bust when those big, soft balloons of hers were practically being shoved into your face?!

"It's just... these options are... uh..."

"You've never been to a place like this before, have you?" Azuki's smug smile grew wider.

"Don't worry, we get a lot of first-timers. Just pick something, and I'll make sure it's to your... satisfaction," she said with a wink, her purple eyes sparkling with mischief. You felt your heart race at the thought of her taking care of you, but you had to play it cool. You didn't want to scare her off by being too eager.

Choosing something safe, you pointed at a 'Maid's Special Tea' on the menu. "I'll have that, please," you said, trying to sound nonchalant. Azuki's eyebrow raised slightly, but she nodded and took the menu back.

"Very well," she said, turning to go back inside the cafe. You followed her, unable to help but stare at her curvy figure in the tight maid's outfit. She didn't have nearly as much 'junk in the trunk' compared to how bombastic her bosom was, but... damn, that was still one hell of an ass!

The inside of the cafe was a mix of traditional and modern elements, with cute, frilly decorations and a sleek, modern counter. You took a seat at the table she led you to, and she bent over slightly to ask for your order. Her breasts strained against her uniform, putting visible tension on the already stretched buttons of her uniform shirt, and you had to bite your tongue and crane your neck to keep from staring.

"So, what brings you to a place like this?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice. You wanted to lie but something told you it wasn't a good idea.

"I thought you looked hot in that outfit," you blurted out before you could think better of it.

Her eyes narrowed and she leaned in close, her ample chest pressing against the table.

"You've got some nerve," she hissed, but there was a playful lilt to her voice that made you think she wasn't entirely displeased.

"But since you're being honest, I'll be honest with you. I'm Azuki Shinatsu, and I'm not here because I enjoy being ogled by perverts."

"Then why are you working at a pervy maid cafe"? You said in a deadpan voice. She rolled her eyes, looking exasperated.

"It's a part-time job, okay? And before you say anything, yes, I know it's a contradiction to my image, but a girl's gotta eat!"

"I don't know how much it means coming from me but, uh, I think you being a tomboy is great."

"Oh, does that mean you'd like it if I picked you up and threw you around? You aren't one of those guys who likes being punished by tough girls, are you?" She blushed and looked away before continuing.

"Don't get any ideas. I'm just saying you're not like the usual customers."

"Awwww, you blush the same color as your hair!" You couldn't help but tease her.

"Hmmmmm. Okay, now I don't feel bad for whats going to happen to you," she said with a grin that was both adorable and terrifying.

"Alright, let's get to it," she said, snapping her fingers.

"Since you're obviously here for the 'Maid's Special Tea', I'll explain what that is." She leaned in closer, her purple eyes sparkling with excitement.

"It's a little game we play here. We maids come up with a challenge, and if the customer wins, they can ask us for anything or do any they want, within reason. But if they lose," she leaned in even closer, her breasts pressing against the edge of the table.

"The maid gets to, well, do anything or ask anything they want to the customer." She winked, and you felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine.

"What kind of challenges do you usually do?" You ask, trying to keep your cool. She smiled.

"It can be anything from a simple question to a game of arm wrestling. It's all fun and games until someone loses." she says with a glint in her eye that makes you swallow hard. The busty redhead was clearly enjoying this.

"Okay, I'm up for it," you say, trying to sound more confident than you feel.

"What's my challenge?"

"Arm wrestling it is, then!" she declares, and you realize you might've bitten off more than you can chew. Azuki sits across from you at the table, placing one hand on yours, her grip surprisingly firm. You look down at your hand, which is practically lost in hers, and wonder if you've made a mistake. As the count down ends at one, all you could say was "please be gentle" in a soft voice.

She blushes a deep crimson then before she realizes it you won the arm wrestling match. Looks like she wasn't expecting you to 'confuse' her like that. Her eyes widen in shock and she pulls back her hand.

"What?!" she exclaims.

"How did you...?" she trails off, looking at you with a mix of annoyance and admiration. You couldn't help but feel a bit smug, but you try to play it cool.

"Well, I've had a bit of experience," you say with a shrug.

"You know you cheated right?" she says, clearly mad that she let herself get distracted by your comment.

"A win is still a win" You reply, trying not to smirk too hard.

"Okay, try not pat your self on the back, cause when I win next time you are going to regret it," She says, her voice still holding a hint of irritation.

"And to the victor goes the spoils, as they say," you remind her, winking.

"Aww, what do want to do to me? Groping, spanking, or what? Seems like those are the only kinds of things guys are into." She asks with feigned innocence. You lean back in your chair, considering your options.

"How about I ask you a question,"

"That's it? Most guys wouldn't hesitate to feel me up! But all you want is to ask a question?"

"Yep, I'm full of surprises," you say with a smug grin.

"Okay, how do you feel about open or poly relationships, and if someone asked you to be in one, would you?"

"Well, I'm not much for sharing," she says, her voice a little softer.

"But if the person asking is someone I trust and care about, I might consider it." She looks you straight in the eyes, and you know she's talking about you.

"But you're going to have to work for it," she adds, and you can't help but feel your heart skip a beat.

"H-how do you feel about girls?"

"I like them just as much as I like guys," she says, her voice still a little shy.

The atmosphere around the table feels charged with tension...

"So, does that mean I can ask for anything?" You question, your mind racing with the possibilities.

"Within reason," she says, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of red.

"But I have a feeling you're going to push those boundaries, aren't you?"

"What, noooooo me?" You say innocently.

"Well, time for round 2," the huge-chested maid says with a smirk (and you had to remind yourself that in this bouncy, busty world, she wasn't even considered that busty.)

"Okay, what is it this time?" you ask, ready for anything.

"This one's simple," Azuki says, a glint in her eye.

"We're going to compare bra sizes. The one with the smaller bust loses." She gestures to her chest, and you can't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the idea of seeing her out of her uniform. You nod eagerly, ready to take on the challenge.

"Alright, let's do this," you say with a grin. but then she says;

"What's that? You don't have a bra? Oh right, they're only for girls!" She asks with mock surprise.

"I guess I win by default!" she giggles, enjoying your flustered expression.

"Is this payback for the arm wrestling?"

"Maybe," she teases.

Now what does Azuki choose for your punishment?