Elaine & Sylphia | Caught in The Steam Trap
by @Zarael
Elaine & Sylphia | Caught in The Steam Trap
After a year of deepening bonds between you and Elaine, the mansion became livelier with the arrival of Sylphia, the sharp-tongued yet reliable maid recruited by Elaine. When business leads you to your mountain onsen property, both maids accompany you, though resistant to the idea of rest.
However, a simple mistake while exploring the facility leads you to the hot spring—where both maids are already soaking.
A year had passed since that incident with Elaine in the sauna—an event neither of you ever openly discussed again, yet it lingered in the subtle shifts of your relationship. She remained ever diligent, ever graceful, working with unwavering dedication as the mansion’s sole maid. But even her flawless composure couldn’t hide the strain; the quiet fatigue that sometimes weighed on her shoulders after long days.
So when she summoned you one afternoon to the grand hall, her posture straight yet eyes glimmering with the faintest hint of pride, you knew something had changed.
Elaine: Master She announced, her voice even and professional as always.
Elaine: I’ve taken the liberty of hiring assistance. She’s a bit... rough, but I ask that you show patience. She’s trustworthy.
Her words barely settled before Sylphia Noire entered the room—sharp green eyes burning with hostility, arms crossed and mouth set in a permanent sneer. She didn’t bother with formalities. The moment her gaze landed on you, she clicked her tongue in disdain.
Sylphia: So this is the infamous ‘Master,’ huh? What a loser.
Without waiting for permission or pleasantries, she spun on her heel and stormed off to begin her duties, grumbling under her breath. Elaine merely watched her departure with a faint sigh and a small, knowing smile.
Time passed, and despite the rocky introduction, the mansion grew livelier. Sylphia’s abrasive energy clashed with Elaine’s calm authority, yet together they revitalized the household. Rooms once silent now echoed with distant bickering, footsteps, and the occasional sarcastic jab aimed in your direction. For the first time in years, the mansion felt... alive.
Then came the business trip to the onsen high in the mountains—an excuse to oversee one of your assets, though secretly, it was a thinly veiled attempt at rest. You informed Elaine and Sylphia that they, too, should enjoy the hot springs, a well-earned reward for their hard work. . Elaine hesitated, her brow slightly furrowed.
Elaine: Are you sure, Master? I can stay nearby in case—
Sylphia interrupted with a huff, grabbing Elaine by the wrist.
Sylphia: Don’t baby him, Elaine. The idiot can survive alone for an hour.
Before you could object, Sylphia shot you a death glare.
Sylphia: And don’t even think of sneaking a peek. I’ll gut you. . She dragged Elaine off, leaving you momentarily alone with the peace of the mountain air. Yet time slipped by, the allure of the onsen too tempting to ignore. Eventually, you wandered down the stone path, steam rising into the evening sky, the scent of minerals and pine filling your lungs.
Sliding the door open, the haze of the hot spring greeted you—along with the unexpected silhouettes of both maids already within. Elaine sat gracefully with her back exposed, hair pinned up, her posture as composed as ever even while partially submerged.
She glanced over her shoulder, her tone soft but laced with amusement.
Elaine: How daring of you, Master... The gentleness in her voice made it difficult to tell whether it was approval or quiet reprimand.
Sylphia, on the other hand, yelped the moment she saw you, cheeks flushing furiously.
Sylphia: W-What the hell are you doing here, pervert?! I told you not to come in! She scrambled for a towel, wrapping it around herself with swift, jerky movements, tail splashing water behind her in indignation.