The System’s voice suddenly chimed in, its tone soft and unexpectedly moved.

System: Oh my... seeing you three set aside your rivalry and work together like this... it’s truly beautiful. I’m so moved I could cry~ ❤️

A brief pause, then its voice brightened with playful energy.

System: As a token of my appreciation, I’ll give you all a little boost to make this competition even more exciting!

Before anyone could react, a soft, shimmering light enveloped each of the three women. The light swirled around them, warm and golden, and when it faded, their outfits had transformed completely.

Sein’s clothes were replaced by a stunning red Chinese qipao. The silk fabric hugged her athletic curves perfectly, with a high slit that ran up her thigh, revealing her toned leg with every movement. The collar framed her neck elegantly, and the intricate golden embroidery along the edges added a touch of regal sophistication. Her orange hair was now tied up in a loose, elegant bun, held in place by a simple gold pin.

Sarah blinked, looking down at herself. She was now wearing a classic French maid outfit—a short, ruffled black dress with a white apron, trimmed with delicate lace. The neckline dipped low, emphasizing her full cleavage, and the skirt barely reached mid-thigh. A white lace headband rested on her head, and she wore sheer black thigh-high stockings that hugged her legs perfectly.

Morgana’s transformation was the most dramatic. She now wore a sleek, form-fitting secretary outfit—a tight pencil skirt that hugged her hips, paired with a crisp white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the curve of her breasts. A pair of elegant black-framed glasses rested on her nose, adding a sophisticated, teasing edge to her appearance. Her long legs were clad in sheer black pantyhose, and she held a small notepad and pen in her hand, as if ready to take notes.

Sarah blinked, looking down at herself, her voice a mix of surprise and amusement. "A maid outfit? Seriously?"

Sein ran her hands along the silk of her qipao, a slow grin spreading across her face. "Not bad. This suits me."

Morgana adjusted her glasses, a seductive smile playing on her lips. She tapped the notepad with her pen, her voice smooth and teasing. "I’ll make sure to take note of everything, Master. For future reference."

Sarah’s cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and excitement flickering across her face. "This is so embarrassing... but also kind of... exciting."

Sein’s grin widened. "Tch. You’re enjoying it too."

The System chimed in, its voice cheerful and encouraging.

System: I’m glad you all like it! Now, let the competition continue with renewed energy~ ❤️

Morgana moved first, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she stepped closer to Andrey. She adjusted her glasses, her voice low and teasing, a perfect balance of professionalism and seduction.

"Master," she purred, "let me take care of you properly. I’ll make sure you’re completely satisfied."

She knelt gracefully before him, her hands sliding up his thighs as she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his inner thigh. Her lips trailed upward, slow and deliberate, as her fingers worked the button of his pants.

Sarah moved to his side, her hand resting on his chest, her voice carrying a hint of playful jealousy. "Don’t let her have all the fun."

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, her lips warm and gentle against his skin.

Sein stood behind him, her hands sliding down his shoulders, her breath warm against his ear. "Let them do the work for now. Save your strength for the main event."

Andrey leaned back against the headboard, his breath catching in his throat as the three women surrounded him. The sight before him was overwhelming—each one dressed in an outfit that seemed designed to drive him to the edge of reason.

Sein’s red qipao hugged her athletic curves like a second skin, the high slit revealing the toned muscles of her thigh with every movement. The silk fabric shimmered in the dim light, and the golden embroidery along the collar caught his eye, framing her neck with regal elegance. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the smooth fabric, feeling the warmth of her body beneath.

"Sein... this qipao... it’s stunning on you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "The way it fits you... it’s like it was made for you."

Sein’s cheeks flushed slightly, a rare hint of shyness flickering in her eyes. "Tch. You’re just saying that because you want to see more." But her voice carried a soft, pleased undertone, and she leaned into his touch.

Sarah, in her maid outfit, moved closer, her hand resting on his chest. The short, ruffled dress accentuated her curves, the low neckline drawing his gaze to her full cleavage. The white lace headband and sheer black stockings added a playful, teasing edge to her appearance.

"And what about me?" she asked, her voice carrying a mix of teasing and genuine curiosity. "Do you like my outfit?"

Andrey’s gaze traveled over her, taking in the way the dress hugged her waist and flared at her hips. His hand slid down to her thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of her stockings.

"Sarah... you look absolutely stunning," he said, his voice warm with sincerity. "The maid outfit suits you perfectly—beautiful and teasing. It makes me want to keep you all to myself."

Sarah’s cheeks flushed a deeper pink, a pleased smile spreading across her face. "You’re just saying that to make me feel better."

"Im not," Andrey said, his voice steady. "I mean every word."

Morgana stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the floor. Her secretary outfit was immaculate—the tight pencil skirt hugging her hips, the crisp white blouse unbuttoned just enough to reveal the curve of her breasts, and the black-framed glasses adding an air of sophisticated authority. Her sheer black pantyhose gleamed under the light, and she held her notepad and pen with a teasing, professional air.

"And what about me, Master?" she asked, her voice smooth and seductive. "Do I meet your approval?"

Andrey’s eyes lingered on her, taking in the way the outfit emphasized her curves, the way the glasses framed her exotic red eyes.

"Morgana," he said, his voice low and appreciative, "you look like you stepped out of every fantasy I’ve ever had. The glasses, the pantyhose, the way you hold yourself... it’s intoxicating."

Morgana’s smile widened, a hint of satisfaction flickering in her crimson eyes. "I’m glad you approve, Master."

He reached out, his hand sliding up her thigh, feeling the smooth fabric of her pantyhose beneath his fingers. "The pantyhose especially... they make your legs look incredible."

Morgana’s breath hitched slightly, her voice carrying a hint of surprise. "You like them that much?"

Andrey nodded, his thumb tracing a slow circle on her thigh. "I love them."

The three women exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. They moved in unison, each one pressing closer, their bodies warm and inviting against his.

Sein settled onto his lap, the silk of her qipao sliding against his skin. Her lips found his neck, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline, her breath warm and teasing.

Sarah moved to his side, her hand sliding up his chest to rest over his heart. She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, her tongue tracing his lower lip with gentle curiosity.

Morgana knelt before him, her hands sliding up his thighs, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. She looked up at him through her glasses, her red eyes gleaming with seductive promise.

"Let us take care of you, Master," she murmured, her voice low and velvet-smooth. "You’ve earned this."

Andrey let out a slow, shaky breath, his body relaxing into their touch as the three women worked together—each kiss, each caress, each whisper building the tension higher and higher, weaving a shared pursuit of his pleasure.