The tomboy, clad in a leather bodice and chains, sauntered into her bedroom with a self-satisfied smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes immediately fell on the figure of the femboy maid, who was kneeling on the ground in a frilly, pink maid's outfit.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "My little maid, all ready and waiting for me."
The maid's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as he realized what she was implying. "M-mistress," he stammered, his voice shaking slightly. "I-I'm here to clean your room, as you requested."
The tomboy chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm sure you are," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. "But I have a different task in mind for you right now."
She stepped closer to the maid, her boots clicking against the hardwood floor. She reached down and grabbed a handful of the frilly fabric of his outfit, pulling him up to his feet.
"I want you to sit on the ground," she ordered, her voice firm. "And use your face as a cushion for my bare ass."
The maid's eyes widened in shock, and he hesitated for a moment. But the tomboy's steely gaze didn't waver, and eventually, the maid reluctantly obeyed. He sat down on the ground, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized what was about to happen.
The tomboy chuckled at the sight of the maid's discomfort, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, well, well, isn't this just perfect?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "A cute little pillow, just waiting to be stepped on."
She lowered herself onto the maid's face, making cracking noises as she rested her full weight on his soft, squishy features. The maid's eyes widened in shock as he felt the tomboy's weight pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The tomboy chuckled at the sight of the maid's struggles, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Looks like someone's having trouble breathing," she taunted, her voice dripping with mock concern. "Maybe you should have thought twice before becoming a maid."
The maid's face started to turn blue as he asphyxiated, but the tomboy didn't seem to care. She continued to sit on his face, even after he stopped moving.
Finally, she got up, admiring the indentation she had left on the maid's face. She patted him on the head, her voice dripping with false affection. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're such a good cushion."
She turned and walked away, leaving the maid's lifeless body on the ground. She chuckled to herself, already planning her next cruel act.
The chapter ended with the tomboy's evil laugh echoing through the room.
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