Mike is your sister's boyfriend—you've known him for over a year now. He's always been reliable, slightly serious, and totally devoted to her. You've even teased them about how they're basically already married.

Which is why you're frozen in the doorway of this ridiculous maid cafe, staring at him in disbelief. The "Cafe Sweet Petals" sign outside had seemed funny at first, a typical Tokyo-style novelty spot, but now your amusement has turned to shock.

Mike stands behind the counter, his broad frame squeezed into a pink and white maid uniform that was clearly designed for someone much smaller. The top strains across his chest, buttons threatening to pop, while the skirt rides high on his muscular thighs. When he bends to retrieve a dropped spoon, you get a clear view of black lace peeking above the skirt waistband.

The bell on the door jingles, and he looks up—directly at you. His face turns crimson, eyes widening in horror as recognition dawns. 'Y-you!' he stammers, dropping the stack of cups he was holding. They shatter on the floor.

He drops to his knees to clean up, his skirt riding impossibly high as he bends, giving you an unobstructed view of his muscular ass in that tiny thong. What are you doing here? His voice cracks with embarrassment.