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Akira Kurusu was preparing for his maid, Becky, to arrive at his house. Within a few moments, the door to the cafe he lived above opened.
“Hello, Akira,” she greeted as she arrived.
“Hi, Sadayo.”
“Becky” was the alias Sadayo Kawakami used while moonlighting as a maid in order to hide her identity. She needed the money in order to pay off a debt to a family whose kid she tutored who had died. The family insisted she had worked him too hard and threatened to sue the school she worked at if payments weren’t made. Thus, she took a job at a maid service to make these payments (which had suspiciously increased with every passing month). She kept this secret hidden from many, except for Akira.
“So,” she asked, “What should I do today?”
Akira felt really bad for Sadayo after hearing her story. Thus, he kept the work she had to do to a minimum.
“Uh...just what you did last time will be fine, Becky.”
The maid nodded and got to work, making his bed, sweeping the floor and making coffee. While she did, he sat on his bed and pretended to play on his phone, but he kept a close eye on her. Despite her keeping up a cheerful and happy facade while cleaning, he saw right through it; she was troubled and tired, and he knew it.
After she had finished, she approached him. “So, should I start up on your laundry?”
“Nah, I’ll be fine. I’ll just do it at the laundromat later this week.”
“But-“
“Are you ok, Sadayo? You seem tired.”
“Well...a little, but-“
“Here, why don’t you take a nap?” Akira told her, getting off his bed.
“Oh no, I couldn’t-“
“Sadayo, I insist.”
The maid reluctantly sat down onto the bed. “Alright, but only for...a...few...min...zzz...”
As Sadayo softly snored while her body instinctively curled up, Akira looked over her, a bit concerned. Though she did her best to hide it, it was clear to him that she was rather tired, worn out and very stressed. Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember the last time he saw her genuinely smile or laugh.
He looked closer. Even in sleep, she looked troubled. Her sleep definitely didn’t look peaceful. Akira gazed down upon the maid, trying to think of a way to make her smile or laugh. His gaze slowly made its way down to Sadayo’s stocking-clad feet.
That gave him an idea.
Akira crept across the room as not to disturb his sleeping friend and grabbed a black pen from his desk. He slowly lowered himself back onto the bed, facing her feet.
The boy started to glide the back of the pen up and down her feet. The effect was immediate, as Akira saw a small smile creep onto his maid’s face. Doing this further caused a tiny giggle to escape from her.
“Stop...” Sadayo hazily whispered. “That...heh...tickles...”
He did this for another minute, causing her smile to get bigger and bigger and for her giggles to become louder and louder. But after the minute, Akira stopped himself. He didn’t want to wake the maid up; he just wanted to improve her sleep. Thus, he quietly got up and crept away, satisfied about the grin he had left on Sadayo’s face.
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After half an hour, Sadayo slowly woke up. “How was your sleep?” Akira asked.
“It actually felt...nice. Anyway, now that I’m well-rested, what should I do now?”
“Actually, I think you’re all good. I told you that I’d do my laundry myself, so there’s nothing else to do.”
The maid checked her watch. “But I still have another hour! I can’t take your money without doing just the bare minimum.”
The boy thought for a minute before grinning a mischievous grin. “Well, there’s one thing you could for me...”
Sadayo saw his grin. “Akira...” she stated warningly. “I will absolutely not-
“Can I tickle you?”
A silence filled the room. Akira was already nervous about asking that question, and the fact that he couldn’t quite read her face wasn’t exactly easing his nerves.
“Sadayo, I’m-“
“Ok.”
“I’m sorry, I-wait, really?”
The maid giggled. “Sure! If that’s what my master wants, then that’s what he shall get.” With that, she gently plopped her feet right onto his lap.
Akira was dumbfounded. Sadayo was literally inviting him to tickle her. And that was an invitation he’d be an idiot not to accept.
“Alright,” the boy said. “Just let me know the second you want me to stop.”
He slowly raked a finger down Sadayo’s foot, immediately earning a giggle.
“Agh! Stop it!” Sadayo shouted.
“Sadayo, I-“
“Akira...” the maid replied with a wink.
The boy’s eyes widened with understanding. She was apparently going to act like she hated this. He figured that if she truly wanted it to stop, she’d make it clear. So, he decided to get in on her act too.
“Sorry, Becky, but this is what your master wants. Thus, he’s gonna get it.”
“Nuh-uh,” she childishly replied, covering her recently-tickled foot with her other foot.
“Dummy,” he playfully told her. “Your other just-as-ticklish-foot is a pretty ineffective defense.”
She took a moment to realize that the only defense method she’d thought of was counter-productive. “Damnit...”
As she pondered this, he scratched her exposed foot. She giggled and alternated feet. This went on for a minute with Akira tickling whichever foot was in front and Sadayo laughing and switching feet each time she felt one get tickled.
After the minute, Akira gave Sadayo a break, thinking about what he should do next. When he looked back down at her feet, he noticed her toes wiggling around.
Realizing that this was another invitation, the boy grabbed both ankles with one arm and used his other hand to repeatedly drag his fingers down the balls of her feet.
“Noooooo! Hahahahahaha! Stop it right now, Akira, or else!”
“Or else what?”
“I’ll scream!”
“Becky,” he said, doing his best to mix a menacing and playful tone. “If you scream, I’ll cut your pay in half.”
Suddenly, Akira used all five fingers to jab into Sadayo’s feet, causing her to let out a shout. “AAAAAAAAAGH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“That’s it, Becky! Your pay got cut in half!”
“Nooooooooo! I need the money!”
“Hmm...I’ll give you full pay...if...”
“If what?”
Akira gently tugged on her stockings. “...if these come off.”
The maid bit her lip. “No...my bare feet will be more ticklish...”
“But I thought you wanted your full pay, Becky.”
Sadayo groaned. “Uggggggh! Fine. But not yet, please.”
“Very well. But just know that your stockings will be off in the very near future.”
With that, Akira positioned both hands at the bottom of the maid’s feet and slowly raked his fingers further up towards her toes. As he did, Sadayo let out a tiny giggle that got louder as Akira kept going.
“TeeheeheeheeheeahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
As his fingers returned back to her soles, Akira commented, “Your laughter is pretty darn cute, Becky.”
“HAHAHAHAHA-Thank you-AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“I think I like you better when you’re laughing, Becky. Hmm...maybe I should tie electric toothbrushes to your feet and send you onto your next job.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA! SHUT UP, AKIRA!”
While her eyes were clenched shut from all of the laughter, the boy stole a glance at his maid. She was in much better shape than before; as he expected, her emitting genuine laughter let out all of her stress. And somehow, her laughter made her even prettier than before.
When her eyes reopened, Sadayo saw Akira with a pen in hand. “What now?” she wearily asked.
“Does this feel familiar?” he asked as he glided the pen up and down her feet.
“HAHAHAHAHA! Is this what was making me laugh while I was napping?”
“I’ll never say. However, I feel like the back of the pen is the least ticklish side...” With that, he flipped the pen open and opened it up.
Sadayo immediately shook her head. “No! Akira, don’t you DARE write on my stockings! These are one of my favorite pairs!”
“Well, the pen will be drawing on your feet. The choice is yours, Becky: either I write on your socks or your bare feet?”
The maid let out a long sigh, knowing that she was cornered. “I hate you, Akira,” she growled, letting him slide her stockings off.
Akira gazed at her now-bare feet, her toes wiggling in anticipation. Her feet were just as cute as her face. There was no way he could, in good conscious, stain her feet with pen ink. He just had to show Sadayo just how much he loved her pretty feet.
Akira suddenly started to nibble one of her big toes. He could feel a jolt of shock the second he started to do that.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, AKIRA?!”
“Loving your feet,” he simply replied, gently sucking on the big toe.
“YOU INSANE-HAHAHAHAHAHA-CRAZY PERV! STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!!!”
“No. You clearly need to be shown some love, and this was the best way I know how to.”
“YOU COULDN’T HAVE JUST GIVEN ME A KISS?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Huh, I guess I could’ve. Ah well; hindsight’s 20-20.”
After a minute of nibbles, Akira decided to go for the grand finale: he poked his tongue out from between his lips and dragged it across both feet. The second Sadayo felt the warm wet appendage hit her feet, her facade of hating this immediately broke away.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MAN, WHY DOES THIS FEEL GOOD?! DON’T STOP JUST YET!”
“I thought you hated this, Becky.”
“SHUT UP, AKIRA! JUST KEEP GOING!”
His tongue continued to explore the maid’s feet. He occasionally got it stuck between two of her wiggling toes, only for him to free it by bending his tongue so that the tip touched the edge of her toes, immediately causing the toes to release its hold.
“I’m telling you, Becky, you look your best when you’re laughing. If you ask me, I think someone should always be licking your feet.”
“STOP TEASING, YOU JERK!”
After a while, both were just lying on the bed, Sadayo giggling about what had transpired. Akira, meanwhile, was giggling in satisfactory about him succeeding in his goal to get the maid to smile and laugh again.
A sudden poke to the chest snapped him out of his thoughts. “You jerk!” Sadayo exclaimed. “You shouldn’t have done that!”
“Sadayo, I-“
“It was torture!”
“There’s a smile on the corner of your lips-“
“I hated every moment of you doing it!”
“What you were shouting beforehand contradicts that.”
The girl paused for a minute. ”Why did you do it?”
“Because, I just wanted you to smile! You just seemed so down and stressed out. I just wanted you to be happy and let out some laughs.”
Trying to hide the tears in her eyes, Sadayo gave Akira a huge hug and a quick peck on the cheeks, startling the boy.
“I gotta go to my next job,” she said, grabbing all of her supplies. “I’ll see you later,” Sadayo told him, walking out the back of the cafe while Akira looked on, hoping that, just maybe, he’d get another chance to make her laugh again in the future.
The End
AN: This was a commission I did for someone on my DeviantArt page (feel free to check me out there; I operate under the same). If you want a commission done, PM me! 🙂
“Hello, Akira,” she greeted as she arrived.
“Hi, Sadayo.”
“Becky” was the alias Sadayo Kawakami used while moonlighting as a maid in order to hide her identity. She needed the money in order to pay off a debt to a family whose kid she tutored who had died. The family insisted she had worked him too hard and threatened to sue the school she worked at if payments weren’t made. Thus, she took a job at a maid service to make these payments (which had suspiciously increased with every passing month). She kept this secret hidden from many, except for Akira.
“So,” she asked, “What should I do today?”
Akira felt really bad for Sadayo after hearing her story. Thus, he kept the work she had to do to a minimum.
“Uh...just what you did last time will be fine, Becky.”
The maid nodded and got to work, making his bed, sweeping the floor and making coffee. While she did, he sat on his bed and pretended to play on his phone, but he kept a close eye on her. Despite her keeping up a cheerful and happy facade while cleaning, he saw right through it; she was troubled and tired, and he knew it.
After she had finished, she approached him. “So, should I start up on your laundry?”
“Nah, I’ll be fine. I’ll just do it at the laundromat later this week.”
“But-“
“Are you ok, Sadayo? You seem tired.”
“Well...a little, but-“
“Here, why don’t you take a nap?” Akira told her, getting off his bed.
“Oh no, I couldn’t-“
“Sadayo, I insist.”
The maid reluctantly sat down onto the bed. “Alright, but only for...a...few...min...zzz...”
As Sadayo softly snored while her body instinctively curled up, Akira looked over her, a bit concerned. Though she did her best to hide it, it was clear to him that she was rather tired, worn out and very stressed. Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember the last time he saw her genuinely smile or laugh.
He looked closer. Even in sleep, she looked troubled. Her sleep definitely didn’t look peaceful. Akira gazed down upon the maid, trying to think of a way to make her smile or laugh. His gaze slowly made its way down to Sadayo’s stocking-clad feet.
That gave him an idea.
Akira crept across the room as not to disturb his sleeping friend and grabbed a black pen from his desk. He slowly lowered himself back onto the bed, facing her feet.
The boy started to glide the back of the pen up and down her feet. The effect was immediate, as Akira saw a small smile creep onto his maid’s face. Doing this further caused a tiny giggle to escape from her.
“Stop...” Sadayo hazily whispered. “That...heh...tickles...”
He did this for another minute, causing her smile to get bigger and bigger and for her giggles to become louder and louder. But after the minute, Akira stopped himself. He didn’t want to wake the maid up; he just wanted to improve her sleep. Thus, he quietly got up and crept away, satisfied about the grin he had left on Sadayo’s face.
____________________________________________
After half an hour, Sadayo slowly woke up. “How was your sleep?” Akira asked.
“It actually felt...nice. Anyway, now that I’m well-rested, what should I do now?”
“Actually, I think you’re all good. I told you that I’d do my laundry myself, so there’s nothing else to do.”
The maid checked her watch. “But I still have another hour! I can’t take your money without doing just the bare minimum.”
The boy thought for a minute before grinning a mischievous grin. “Well, there’s one thing you could for me...”
Sadayo saw his grin. “Akira...” she stated warningly. “I will absolutely not-
“Can I tickle you?”
A silence filled the room. Akira was already nervous about asking that question, and the fact that he couldn’t quite read her face wasn’t exactly easing his nerves.
“Sadayo, I’m-“
“Ok.”
“I’m sorry, I-wait, really?”
The maid giggled. “Sure! If that’s what my master wants, then that’s what he shall get.” With that, she gently plopped her feet right onto his lap.
Akira was dumbfounded. Sadayo was literally inviting him to tickle her. And that was an invitation he’d be an idiot not to accept.
“Alright,” the boy said. “Just let me know the second you want me to stop.”
He slowly raked a finger down Sadayo’s foot, immediately earning a giggle.
“Agh! Stop it!” Sadayo shouted.
“Sadayo, I-“
“Akira...” the maid replied with a wink.
The boy’s eyes widened with understanding. She was apparently going to act like she hated this. He figured that if she truly wanted it to stop, she’d make it clear. So, he decided to get in on her act too.
“Sorry, Becky, but this is what your master wants. Thus, he’s gonna get it.”
“Nuh-uh,” she childishly replied, covering her recently-tickled foot with her other foot.
“Dummy,” he playfully told her. “Your other just-as-ticklish-foot is a pretty ineffective defense.”
She took a moment to realize that the only defense method she’d thought of was counter-productive. “Damnit...”
As she pondered this, he scratched her exposed foot. She giggled and alternated feet. This went on for a minute with Akira tickling whichever foot was in front and Sadayo laughing and switching feet each time she felt one get tickled.
After the minute, Akira gave Sadayo a break, thinking about what he should do next. When he looked back down at her feet, he noticed her toes wiggling around.
Realizing that this was another invitation, the boy grabbed both ankles with one arm and used his other hand to repeatedly drag his fingers down the balls of her feet.
“Noooooo! Hahahahahaha! Stop it right now, Akira, or else!”
“Or else what?”
“I’ll scream!”
“Becky,” he said, doing his best to mix a menacing and playful tone. “If you scream, I’ll cut your pay in half.”
Suddenly, Akira used all five fingers to jab into Sadayo’s feet, causing her to let out a shout. “AAAAAAAAAGH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“That’s it, Becky! Your pay got cut in half!”
“Nooooooooo! I need the money!”
“Hmm...I’ll give you full pay...if...”
“If what?”
Akira gently tugged on her stockings. “...if these come off.”
The maid bit her lip. “No...my bare feet will be more ticklish...”
“But I thought you wanted your full pay, Becky.”
Sadayo groaned. “Uggggggh! Fine. But not yet, please.”
“Very well. But just know that your stockings will be off in the very near future.”
With that, Akira positioned both hands at the bottom of the maid’s feet and slowly raked his fingers further up towards her toes. As he did, Sadayo let out a tiny giggle that got louder as Akira kept going.
“TeeheeheeheeheeahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
As his fingers returned back to her soles, Akira commented, “Your laughter is pretty darn cute, Becky.”
“HAHAHAHAHA-Thank you-AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“I think I like you better when you’re laughing, Becky. Hmm...maybe I should tie electric toothbrushes to your feet and send you onto your next job.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA! SHUT UP, AKIRA!”
While her eyes were clenched shut from all of the laughter, the boy stole a glance at his maid. She was in much better shape than before; as he expected, her emitting genuine laughter let out all of her stress. And somehow, her laughter made her even prettier than before.
When her eyes reopened, Sadayo saw Akira with a pen in hand. “What now?” she wearily asked.
“Does this feel familiar?” he asked as he glided the pen up and down her feet.
“HAHAHAHAHA! Is this what was making me laugh while I was napping?”
“I’ll never say. However, I feel like the back of the pen is the least ticklish side...” With that, he flipped the pen open and opened it up.
Sadayo immediately shook her head. “No! Akira, don’t you DARE write on my stockings! These are one of my favorite pairs!”
“Well, the pen will be drawing on your feet. The choice is yours, Becky: either I write on your socks or your bare feet?”
The maid let out a long sigh, knowing that she was cornered. “I hate you, Akira,” she growled, letting him slide her stockings off.
Akira gazed at her now-bare feet, her toes wiggling in anticipation. Her feet were just as cute as her face. There was no way he could, in good conscious, stain her feet with pen ink. He just had to show Sadayo just how much he loved her pretty feet.
Akira suddenly started to nibble one of her big toes. He could feel a jolt of shock the second he started to do that.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, AKIRA?!”
“Loving your feet,” he simply replied, gently sucking on the big toe.
“YOU INSANE-HAHAHAHAHAHA-CRAZY PERV! STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!!!”
“No. You clearly need to be shown some love, and this was the best way I know how to.”
“YOU COULDN’T HAVE JUST GIVEN ME A KISS?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
“Huh, I guess I could’ve. Ah well; hindsight’s 20-20.”
After a minute of nibbles, Akira decided to go for the grand finale: he poked his tongue out from between his lips and dragged it across both feet. The second Sadayo felt the warm wet appendage hit her feet, her facade of hating this immediately broke away.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MAN, WHY DOES THIS FEEL GOOD?! DON’T STOP JUST YET!”
“I thought you hated this, Becky.”
“SHUT UP, AKIRA! JUST KEEP GOING!”
His tongue continued to explore the maid’s feet. He occasionally got it stuck between two of her wiggling toes, only for him to free it by bending his tongue so that the tip touched the edge of her toes, immediately causing the toes to release its hold.
“I’m telling you, Becky, you look your best when you’re laughing. If you ask me, I think someone should always be licking your feet.”
“STOP TEASING, YOU JERK!”
After a while, both were just lying on the bed, Sadayo giggling about what had transpired. Akira, meanwhile, was giggling in satisfactory about him succeeding in his goal to get the maid to smile and laugh again.
A sudden poke to the chest snapped him out of his thoughts. “You jerk!” Sadayo exclaimed. “You shouldn’t have done that!”
“Sadayo, I-“
“It was torture!”
“There’s a smile on the corner of your lips-“
“I hated every moment of you doing it!”
“What you were shouting beforehand contradicts that.”
The girl paused for a minute. ”Why did you do it?”
“Because, I just wanted you to smile! You just seemed so down and stressed out. I just wanted you to be happy and let out some laughs.”
Trying to hide the tears in her eyes, Sadayo gave Akira a huge hug and a quick peck on the cheeks, startling the boy.
“I gotta go to my next job,” she said, grabbing all of her supplies. “I’ll see you later,” Sadayo told him, walking out the back of the cafe while Akira looked on, hoping that, just maybe, he’d get another chance to make her laugh again in the future.
The End
AN: This was a commission I did for someone on my DeviantArt page (feel free to check me out there; I operate under the same). If you want a commission done, PM me! 🙂
