NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 90: The Perfect Maid Is Me!
That evening, after returning to her residence from school, Xanthia turned on the lights and closed the door. Without hesitation, she claimed her reward for completing the thorough cleaning task: a high-quality, purple-tier maid outfit with white stockings.
She discovered that this outfit, much like her previous JK uniform skin, not only enhanced her appearance and charm but also had a unique effect. It significantly reduced the physical effort required for household chores, making her almost tireless, and increased the speed and effectiveness of cleaning.
Although Xanthia didn't have a cleanliness obsession, who wouldn't prefer to live in a clean and tidy space? A fresh and neat environment naturally lifted her spirits, increasing her happiness as well.
She hadn't expected the maid outfit to be so practical. It turned out to be a "cleaning uniform" in disguise! Considering she obtained it after completing the cleaning task, it made perfect sense.
Without further ado, she put on the maid outfit and discovered it was very similar to the one worn by the popular anime character Rem. The outfit was black and white, with no cutouts at the chest or shoulders, reducing its allure but making it decent enough to wear in public.
The black skirt, white silk over-the-knee stockings, and black Rem cosplay shoes perfectly complemented each other, showcasing a glimpse of her white stocking-clad feet. The complete ensemble was perfect!
This full set included shoes and a headpiece, resembling a conservative version of Rem's cosplay costume, which in the original exposed shoulders and a generous neckline. Given Xanthia's modest figure and her long, slender legs, this conservative version was a perfect fit for her.
She donned the entire maid outfit, including the headpiece, and admired herself in the full-length window. A pleased smile spread across her face as she focused on the subtle boundary where her white silk stockings met her thighs, adorned with lace trim. The slight pressure on her tender skin created a captivating effect, exuding a pure yet indescribably enticing charm.
Xanthia found herself enchanted by her own reflection. Where else could one find such a perfect maid who not only looked stunning but also efficiently cleaned everything spotlessly without tiring? The perfect maid was herself!
Despite the irony, she appreciated the top-notch service she was giving herself. Rewarding herself with this luxurious experience was a win in her book.
Examining the maid outfit closely, she found its quality outstanding, as expected from a system-produced item. Unlike the cheaply made disposable cosplay costumes, this outfit utilized system-level technology, ensuring it remained undamaged, similar to game equipment with unlimited durability.
The craftsmanship in the details was impeccable, exuding a masterful touch, and wearing it felt extremely comfortable. She brought a chair to the window, sat down, removed her black cosplay shoes, and stretched out her legs to caress the white silk stockings, marveling at their texture and elasticity. The sensation was delightful, making her cheeks flush slightly. If someone else saw this, they might lose control and pounce on her!
Comparing these white silk stockings to the black over-the-knee socks of the JK uniform, she noticed a significant difference in material. The black socks felt more like long cotton socks, whereas these white ones with lace trim were genuine silk stockings. As a system product, they were virtually indestructible, perfect for endless enjoyment.
This durability was akin to the permanent outfits in online games, which never wore out and could be worn as long as desired. Previously, Xanthia had become addicted to wearing her JK uniform because the system-produced clothes fit her perfectly, unlike real-world clothes that never matched her measurements exactly.
Being a wealthy heiress in name only, Xanthia never had custom-made clothes from master tailors. Even if she did, it would be formal dresses for significant events. Her everyday clothes were similar to those of ordinary people, just with more luxury brand items.
Comparing them to the system outfits, she couldn't help but feel that real-world clothes fell short. Unfortunately, neither the JK uniform skin nor the maid outfit skin could be worn as daily attire. Although she enjoyed the attention, she didn't want to be constantly gawked at on the streets.
Thus, she resolved to continue working hard, hoping to unlock more outfits from the system suitable for everyday wear. This way, she could always experience the smooth, comfortable feeling of wearing system-produced clothes.
During her high school years, a crucial period for leveling up and accumulating resources, she mainly wore her school uniform. The system outfits, no matter how many she had, could only be worn occasionally, allowing her to indulge during holidays.
Once she reached college, if Xanthia accumulated enough outfits, she could truly take off, switching system costumes daily and basking in boundless joy!
Xanthia began taking selfies in front of her full-length mirror. To her surprise, the more selfies she took, the more her "Photography" skill improved. Now at Lv1 (Beginner), her selfies looked noticeably better, with her angles and lighting more expertly handled.
She wondered, if her photography skill reached Lv2 (Proficient) or even Lv3 (Professional), could she then be both the cosplayer and the photographer?
After rewarding herself with some serious self-appreciation through selfies, Xanthia decided to test the special effect of her new outfit.
Her apartment hadn’t been cleaned for two days. She usually cleaned every other day to keep it reasonably tidy. While she wasn’t a professional cleaner and didn’t have obsessive-compulsive cleanliness, she appreciated a neat living space.
However, upon donning the maid outfit and activating “Housekeeping Mode,” she transformed into a relentless cleaning machine. No corner was left untouched. She even ordered more cleaning supplies online, ready to tackle any mess.
It felt as if the system had taken over, as her energy remained untouched. Instead, the energy stored in her "camel hump" was being depleted, akin to a "mana bar" substituting for a "stamina bar." This was her real secret for confidently running 3000 meters! As for “stamina potions,” they were like system-provided, side-effect-free stimulants or adrenaline shots, allowing her to power through tasks.
The sensation was magical. As her room became spotless, her mood lifted. This system-created maid, although herself, barely drained her energy. It was almost as if she had a loyal, flawless maid—an absolute win!
This white silk maid outfit was incredibly effective!
After completing her cleaning and exiting “Housekeeping Mode,” Xanthia felt no fatigue, only a slight depletion of her "mana bar," which could be replenished with food. Once she started earning money, she could indulge in all the food she wanted.
With a flushed face and a heart full of joy, she thoroughly enjoyed her new purple-tier outfit before taking a hot shower, humming a tune. Then, she promptly went to bed.
Had she been a boarding student, she wouldn't have had the immediate chance to try on such outfits, let alone enjoy a private shower. The convenience was unmatched.
However, she realized that not visiting the girls' bathhouse meant missing out on some sights. But then again, none could compare to admiring her own beauty. So, it was all good.
She began looking forward to the campus autumn sports festival scheduled for late October.
Her short hair was perfect for styling into Rem’s signature look, just in black, as Thessaloniki First High School forbade dyeing and perming. Rem’s hairstyle was simple, with bangs covering her right eye. Since Xanthia had recently cut her hair to a similar length, a slight adjustment to her bangs would complete the look.
There she was, the black-haired, white-silk maid version of Rem!
Anime enthusiasts at school would immediately recognize her cosplay. The anime Re:One was popular, and Rem had even been voted “Moe Queen,” making her a frequent sight at conventions. Rem cosplayers, dressed in white maid outfits with blue hair, were always a hit.
With Xanthia’s naturally cute demeanor, she would make a perfect black-haired Rem. She was sure to be the star of the opening ceremony!
If she didn't seize this opportunity to show off in her first year, there wouldn't be another chance. This was precious youth!
Thessaloniki First High School only granted freshmen a limited amount of freedom. Seniors wouldn’t even participate in the sports festival, as they were too busy studying for the college entrance exams. The countdown to June, when the decisive exam took place, left no room for distraction.
Seniors might sneak a peek at the excitement between classes to spot attractive underclassmen and briefly relax their tense minds.
Sophomores could participate in the festival, but their enthusiasm had waned. Their homeroom teachers' constant reminders ensured they wouldn't pull any stunts at the opening ceremony. They would dutifully wear the standard blue and white sports uniforms and chant clichés for the school leaders' inspection.
Freshmen, despite cautious homeroom teachers advising against eye-catching antics at the opening ceremony, often treated the sports festival like a carnival, a chance to celebrate and relax. Missing such an opportunity for fun and rebellion would be a waste.
Thus, it was an unspoken rule that freshmen's antics were tolerated, with no repercussions afterward. Some progressive young teachers even encouraged creativity, finding the humorous moments more entertaining than the competitions.
The next Saturday, Xanthia arrived at school on time.
That morning, their homeroom teacher, Elementary, repurposed their Foreign Studies and Linguistics early reading class for a homeroom meeting.
The topic was, of course, the upcoming sports festival.
Emmanuel emphasized the importance of the festival for class honor, urging everyone to participate. No event should be left without representatives. Those not competing should form a cheer squad, write motivational scripts, and deliver them to the announcer to boost their classmates' morale.
However, during the event, some students would inevitably sneak away, finding the track and field activities like running, long jump, high jump, and shot put dull compared to a secret basketball game.
"Mr. Emmanuel, can we spice up our outfits for the opening ceremony to showcase our class's youth and vitality?"
Marcus, the class troublemaker, eagerly raised his hand.
For someone like Marcus, who viewed school as a three-year stint to get through, the upcoming sports festival was genuinely exciting.
