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Until a while ago the maids that were considered "otaku-ish" and disliked, lately they started roaming the town as if it was normal.
Before the maid boom, the country opened a school specialized in the formation of maids.
Every year they keep sending out ladies who were taught only about how to become maids.
In the last few pages of a job advertisement magazine, those girls are advertised. They even have all of their pictures in there.
It's as if they were saying "Pick a face you like"
They wrote something around the lines of it being just a platonic and stoic relationship but the way they're advertising is no different than an adult magazine.
Just where the hell is Japan heading towards to.
I'm giving a quick look but all the girls are quite gaudy. Girls with brown hair to even having red hair.
Is there no yamato nadeshiko? I have no intention at all on hiring one but after taking a look isn't it just normal to want to look for a girl like that.
From the left corner, Medoi, Modoi, Kudoi, Hidoi, Madoi... they even have professional names. It's fully sex industry like.
Hmm, from taking a quick look, this girl is the prettiest huh.
Erm... Ozoi.
Elegant long black hair, one of her eyes bein hidden is also gives her some good points. Her extremely black eyes are also wonderful.

She looks she's not very photogenic but that too brings out the good points in her appearance.
Happily explaining these things makes me kinda look like I'm also someone part of the sex industry.
My eyes and my head started hurting so I decided to sit down.
Cooking the food a girl like this made, having her wash my underwear, sleeping in the same room huh. I see, I understand a little bit about the feelings of a guy who wants a maid.
But for a jobless virgin hikikomori like me the money to hire her just does not exist. It would be quite difficult with just the allowance from my parents.
Before hiring her, first I need to work, don't I.I also got a job interview tomorrow, let's go to sleep.
I turned off the lights.
It's currently 2 A.M, in this pitch dark room the shape of a girl faintly emerges. That sickly white skin pierce through my retinas.
That figure that could be mistaken for an spirit, because it creepily just barely stands out it makes you think it's floating.
It's the girl I was just praising as being beautiful.
Wearing a dark black maid uniform, she gave me an ingratiating smile that gave me goosebumps.
"Thank you very much for hiring me"
Alongside a few questions, cold sweat started to form.

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>>50575699
In the early hours of a chilly day in the beginning of spring.
While drops of sweat starts to emerge, inside that dark and silent room I hear that girl's breathing reverberate.
The girl doesn't move on inch inside the darkness. It doesn't even seem she's blinking at all.
Perhaps, feeling out-of-season, something mysterious and cold passed across my back.
With a trembling hand, I turned the lights on.
*click*. The sound that I'm so used to hearing when I turn the lights on felt much louder than usual.
Then, the vague form of the girl that was floating disappeared. As if she was absorbed by the light of the cheap light bulb. Abruptly like that.
Thinking back to it I came to the conclusion it was all a hallucination. Relieved I once again went to turn off the lights.
"I'm Ozoi"
A coarse voice tickles my eardrums. A warm breath is felt on the back of my neck. I endured the urge to let out a sudden scream, I turned towards her.
Those fully dilated eyes were gazing deeply at me.
When did she get behind me?
"I might be inexperient but please treat me well from now on...forever and ever."

When I noticed it was morning.
Inside my faintly awake consciousness, I looked back at what happened yesterday as if it was a dream.
When did I fell asleep? What was that girl's breathing that I still clearly remember.
Maybe, dare I say, it was definitely a dream, right? Looking around the room where noone else should be in, I prepare for my job interview as the skies clear up.
It was an job advert for an izakaya part-time. If we're talking about something even I can do then it's about this.
The interview went without a hitch.
The interviewer too was very friendly and I was able to leave a good impression. While containing my high spritis, I opened the door to my house.
Lights off, inside the lonely room where the sunsets seeps in through the window, the girl wearing a black maid uniform came to welcome me.
Wearing a big smile on her face.
In the following day that interviewer called me.
"I would like for you to take another picture for your resume"
It seems there was someone else in it besides me.
When I was shown that picture, I went past surprised into feeling terrified.
I had that picture taken a few days before.
It was before I ever met Ozoi-san.

>>50575383
Pretty cool.

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>>50575821
The clock was about to hit midday.
I nod as I take a look at the job advertisement magazine.
The page after the one with the portraits of the girls who want to become maids. The things necessary to employ the girls are written in there.
"Please contact the following number and follow the instructed procedures given by us"
Didn't I skipped about five steps?
Yesterday, the girl disappeared right away. Or so I thought, even now I feel her intense gaze. Even though she doesn't enter my field of vision.
I looked around to try finding out where her gaze was coming from. About then my mischeavous stomach let out a rumble.
I threw aside the magazine, threw myself on my futon.
When I was thinking if I should make some ramen or something, I noticed something on top of my tea table.
Bacon and veggies stir-fry and miso soup, there's also half a bowl of rice. Considering it was carefully prepared, I'm guessing it's food made for me.
Even if I were to think about it, there's only one person who would do this. She didn't make a single noise, just when did she prepared this meal?
I felt eeriness going through my body but it seems that I have no option but to eat this dangerous cooking.
Since my stock of ramen disappeared from my food storage.

I had lots of doubts whether there would be poison or anything like that but I took the plunge and put it into my mouth.
Aah, it's cold.
The flavor is definitely not bad. However, it seems the rice, the miso soup and the stir-fry were purposefully placed in front my home altar as an abnormal way to cool them down.
It's too late to find it creepy now, whatever happens, happens. I chowed down everything.
As I became satiated and feeling quite well I layed down right on that spot.

*Brrrrrr*. It seems that I fell asleep before I realized, I was awoken by the ring of my phone.
The contents of the conversation was "You passed the interview, I wish to begin your training as soon as possible so come over tomorrow". I spontaneously pumped my fists.
"Congratulations. You got the job so you're ultra happy? Ultra happiness?"
I was so happy that I also told the excited voice that came from nowhere:
"Thank you, Ozoi-san"
The next day, when I came back from training, when I took a look at the nameplate on my mailbox, I was surprised to the point it felt my heart was ripped away.
Under my name, with the same font and size, the business name of a certain girl was written there.
And from this occasion, she started officially working for me, our bizarre cohabitation began.
An extraordinary chill ran through my spine.

>>50576138
Good job anon

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>>50576138
My shoulders feel heavy.
All day at my part time I felt like something heavy like lead was on top of me. My shoulders are incredibly stiff and my head hurts.
Even though in an izakaya energy is everything, starting my first day like this I was also scolded by the owner.
"It's noisy in the shop! If your voice is that low the kitchen won't hear you!"
I was constantly chewed out by the owner and came back home exhausted.
Because it was in the middle of the night the room was pitch dark but I looked around even if the lights weren't on. I was looking for the girl that existed as if she melted into the darkness.
I called for her but she didn't reply, all I could hear was the low frequency sound of the cars running across the road. She's out... it seems.
I let out a sigh and headed towards the bathroom. I turned on the light and opened the door.
"Ah..."
There she was. Her underwear lowered, normally sitting on the toilet.
"Aah, noo"
The girl unexpectedly held down her skirt, showing off quite a sweet reaction. Of course I quickly closed the door, letting out a "S-sorry!"
This too is an accident that happens quite often if you live together with someone. However, with no time to let out a grin from seeing something quite nice, I let out a doubt I just couldn't dispel.
Why were the lights turned off?
It's as if the girl was fully concealing the proof of her own existence.

Because we live together, wanting to meet face to face is just the nature of a man, However she just rarely appears in "front" of me.
"Pervert"
I felt a sudden breath on my earlobe and all the strength in my body left me. At the same time I trembled with fear.
Right now the girl is sitting on the toilet. It didn't came from the toilet, I can't even hear the sound of flowing water.
Even so, why, why is she standing behind me? I quickly turned but she was nowhere to be seen anymore.
A heavy urge to urinate pressed my lower abdomen, chills ran through my spine like electricity. It felt like I would piss myself from wonder and fear so I used the bathroom as tears welled up in my eyes.
As I went to the living room, properly illuminated withe fluorescent lights.
"Master, sir, or should I call you by your name?"
She was quite talkative, with a voice coming from the kitchen that it felt like it could disappear at any moment. The living room is quite bright but the kitchen is very dark.
"C-call my by my name"
I felt like I was going to bite my tongue. The reason is that her pale face reflected in the dark kitchen, it was upside down.
"Yes, Etoo-san"
The girl produces waste, she goes to the bathroom. She is a graduate from a maid training school, she is a normal human.
While I desperately told myself that, I replied to her in a trembling voice.

>>50576247
thanks, might as well post these
good excuse for me to check this series myself and to have it saved in the archive for posteriority

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>>50576282
Today I'm taking a break from my part time. I am now leisurely spending a restful evening.
As my stomach growls I pick at the cold food that was arbitrarily prepared and take a look at the job advert magazine.
Every time I take a look at her picture I think, she is just a normal beautiful person.
I called her name on a whim but naturally no reply comes.
Everytime I am ignored like this my desire to deepen our relationships grows.
"You're looking at me, aren't you? It's no fair that you're the only one who's doing it! You're pretty so you should come out more!"
I was too focused on creating a good mood that I said something like this. It seems that my words reached her, she appeared in front of me.
I glanced towards the kitchen.
Our eyes met.
In the middle of the darkness, the only thing reflected in my dizzy eyes was that terribly white pupil. I couldn't move as if paralyzed.
I was set free after a few minutes and went to heat the bath, I lifted the lid of the bath heater.
Our eyes met.
Taken by surprise, I let out a shout and fell on my backside. That eye disappeared after a while but it doesn't seem that I can enter the bath today.
A few dozen minutes later I received a call from my workplace, I was going to take out a memo pad and a pen so I opened my desk drawer.
Our eyes met.

"W-what's the matter? Why did you scream? Are you okay?" I was unable to respond to the voice on the other side of the phone.
After closing and opening it once, I could see the usual contents of the drawer inside.
Even though I asked her to show herself, this situation is worse than the usual.
I felt the piled up exhaustion so I went to bed early. I turned off the lights, rolled into my futon.
Our eyes met.
At that moment, there was someone inside the same futon I was in. Guessing from this abnormal coldness I'm almost certain it's Ozoi-san.
"Pretty you say... I'm embarassed... but I'm happy..."
She said that and gently hugged me. However I couldn't honestly feel happiness from it.
Are you telling me that this series of events were all caused by bashfulness?
But I was filled with fear and couldn't look at her. If Ozoi-san is right next to me, then who does that big pupil on the ceiling belong to?
I spent a whole night with the feeling of an absolute zero degrees woman on my right half and an eye on the ceiling looking down that didn't even blink once.
"Just give me a break..."
Without being able to get even a little bit of sleep I had to head towards my part time with fatigue piled up in both mind and body.
"Have a nice day"
Ozoi-san's coarse small voice echoed inside my head.

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>>50576514
"Hyaaaaaa!!"
I screamed like a girl.
Today Ozoi-san was going to heat the bath for me but the water on the bathtub was freezing.
Before I enter the bath, I always stir the water with a basin. I picked some of the water that I thought was heated and threw it all on myself.
At that instant I received cold water as if it came from the cliffs of an iceberg, I thought I was going to faint from a heart failure.
As always I wondered things like, if the bath heater was broken, I pressed the heating button once again.
Our bath is one of those high tech new models that heat the water with one single button. Too luxurious of a bath for someone who lives on part-time.
I put my hand in the bathtub. It was a bit warm but surprisingly pleasant so I jumped in screaming "Yahoo!" like a little brat.
"Aaaaaaooooaaah!!!!!!"
I felt sharp pains through my body as if I was being stabbed by spears. As if I was going to die from burns all through my body. I crawled away, tumbling off from that hellish bath, covering myself in cold water.
It was supposed to be just a little under 40ºC (104 °F) so why is it bubbling as if it was boiling.
While I drained the hot water that was hot enough to cloud my vision through the steam it was producing, I thought I should stop requesting Ozoi-san to heat the bath for me.

Since I was feeling extremely cold, I decided to go to a public bath.
Judging from this presence I feel, Ozoi-san seem to be tagging along from behind. I'll pay for her fee as well.
While I warm myself immersed in the big bathtub with just the right temperature, I though. I can hear the harmonious voices of woman bathing from the other side of this wall.
Any man has thought of it, the wicked desire of wanting to take a peek at the other side.
Even though I'm not the one to get such things done I do have quite an imaginative mind. Let's go soak myself a bit more, it was the moment I thought of that.
On the whole surface of the bath I was in, eyes were being projected.
All of those eyes were turned towards the place that was stealing part of my bloodflow.
From who knows where, I could hear her coarse voice.
"Pervert"
I let out a small shriek and quickly left the bathtub. Without drying myself properly I quickly changed clothes and went outside.
"Etoo-san takes long baths. I've been waiting"
As if she was trying to blend in the darkness, there stood Ozoi-san. Her hair became rather cold so it seems Ozoi-san has been waiting here this whole time.
A dark night street, I walk this street while Ozoi-san has her arms linked with mine. By the time we arrive home, my heart and body are completely freezing cold.
I don't think I'll go to a public bath again, I thought.

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>>50579114
*grumble*
What awoke me from my comfortable slumber was the signal that my stomach was getting empty.
I fought with my empty stomach playing sounds akin to thunder falling on the hills and an empty refrigerator for a few minutes but in the end I threw the towel.
It's still 7 P.M. It's a day where a big amount of rain hits the asphalt.
I don't really want to go out on a gloomy day like this but there's nothing I can do.
I grabbed my vinyl umbrella, put on my sandals and went out. At that instant the light that illuminated the room turned off by itself.
It seems Ozoi-san is also coming.
I walked for a while and arrived in a chinese restaurant on the outskirts of town. Because of the weather there aren't many customers.
A blonde dark-skinned foreigner is running the shop but their fried rice's taste is five stars.
They took my order and I casually took a look outside the window. The water that was inside my mouth came bursting out of my nose.
A drenched woman stood there.
The rain water dripping from her pitch black clothes, her wet hair sticking to her white skin. She places her hand on the window, staring inside looking like she had a grudge.
There should have been an umbrella for her too back home, also, why won't she come in?
The lights from a passing car illuminated the front of the shop, the girl suddenly disappeared as if swallowed by that light.
A few customers that saw the whole ordeal hurriedly left the shop.

"Here's the fried rice set!"
Now that you mention it, I never seen her eating. She's really thin, is she eating properly?
I chowed down the fried rice. Eventually the customers left in the store ended up just being me and a girl in a maid uniform. I seemed to remember seeing her somewhere so I asked the shop owner.
"Do you guys hire maids here?"
"Nah, she just comes here with no particular reason, eats some food and leaves"
The owner laughed, saying that she's a weird maid that whenever something happens to her she cries "That's so mean~!" .
From hearing the owner's talk, the maid training school is an university that produces all sorts of weirdoes but it's also quite famous, it seems it's not unusual for them to be eccentric.
After he said that I looked towards him and I spewed out water once again.
Behind him stood a soaking wet woman.
"The hell, gross" he said, as he followed my sight and turned back.
He fainted.
I'm walking with Ozoi-san under the same umbrella. When I asked why did she not eat anything she answered with a voice that seemed it was about to disappear.
"It was tasty. I'm ultra full ultra satisfied"
Dine and dash, Ozoi-san?
After that, shady rumours about that store started going around and the numbers of clients they had lowered down considerably. It seems I won't be able to go to that store anymore.

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>>50579467
>A blonde dark-skinned foreigner is running the shop but their fried rice's taste is five stars.
The blonde dark skinned foreigner is a character based on Dearka Elsman from Gundam SEED, his name in Nijiura is "Diakka/Jiakka" (痔悪化) with the kanji meaning "worsening hemorrhoids", he runs a chinese restaurant in Nijiura Town alongside his wife, Suigintou
https://w.atwiki.jp/2jiwiki/pages/166.html

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>>50579467
>she's a weird maid that whenever something happens to her she cries "That's so mean~!"
"That's so mean~"/"Hidoi desu~", it's the catchphrase of the maid Hidoi-san who, as expected, is the maid where horrible things happen to her all the time
One of the first "i-san" Nijiura maids to be conceived after Medoi-san
https://w.atwiki.jp/2jiwiki/pages/469.html

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>>50579467
Thank you for posting these, it's enjoyable to read.

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