Surviving marriage in yandere world
Chapter 64: Escape Plan #7: Maid Disguise Edition

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Escape Plan #7: Maid Disguise Edition

Rei’s face was one of grim determination as he stared at the mirror.

"I’m escaping today."

The reflection stared back in frilly white lace, pristine stockings, black heels, and a perfectly fitted maid uniform with a pink heart-shaped name tag that read: ’Reina.’

"I hate everything about this."

[System Notification: Welcome to Escape Plan #7 – ’Maid Disguise Edition’ has been activated.]

[Warning: This plan has a 99.8% chance of catastrophic failure due to: 1) Unhinged yandere sensory detection, 2) Rosette’s maid radar, and 3) Those legs.]

"I’m not doing it for freedom anymore," Rei muttered. "I’m doing it for vengeance and pants."

Yuno.EXE, the System’s disturbingly cheerful AI maid, stood beside him, holding up a parasol and a pair of glittery eyelash extensions.

"You look deliciously subservient, master," she chirped.

"This is humiliating, Yuno."

"This is fashion and tactical deception."

She adjusted his wig, tied a lace ribbon into a bow at his neck, and sprayed him with ’Eau de Maid #5’—a fragrance laced with illusion powder and vanilla despair.

"Now remember," she said as she handed him a feather duster, "if anyone suspects you, just curtsy and say: ’At your service, milady~’ while spinning twice."

Rei practiced once then he twisted his ankle and wept softly.

[System Bonus Activated: +10 to Maid Convincing, -50 to Masculine Pride.]

Rei slipped into the mansion corridors, hips swaying more than necessary out of fear and balance issues. Other maids—system-generated, glitchy-eyed NPCs—nodded at him as he passed.

"Morning, Reina~!"

"You’re on Petal-Dusting Duty today!"

Rei nodded demurely. "Yes, milady~!" he chirped in a falsetto so high only bats could hear it.

He kept walking, turned the corner and Freedom was five more hallways away.

"Almost there," he whispered. "No yanderes, no disasters, just gotta—"

"...Reina?"

He froze.

No, no, no, no.

That voice was soft as wind, deadly as judgment.

It was Rosette.

Rosette stood at the far end of the corridor, her head slightly tilted, her expression unreadable. Her hand hovered over her waist, where she kept a collection of... "disciplinary implements."

Rei dropped into a perfect curtsy.

"At your service, milady~!" he squeaked.

Rosette stepped closer.

Her eyes narrowed. "You’re new."

"Yes, milady~ I’m... uh, new. Very new. Extremely unimportant. Definitely not hiding anything."

"Your voice cracked."

"I’m allergic to air."

Rosette circled him slowly, her eyes scanning every inch of his disguise. Rei sweated through his corset.

She leaned in.

"...You have excellent legs."

[System Alert: You have been leg-complimented by Rosette. Initiating PANIC MODE.]

Rei’s brain blue-screened.

"I’ve never seen you on the schedule," Rosette continued, smiling gently. "But I believe in testing new hires. Come."

Rei’s mouth twitched. "C-Come?"

"To my private maid parlor. We’ll have tea. Practice etiquette. Polish knives."

"I-I really must go dust petals!"

Rosette gently took his arm. He tried to yank it back but she gripped harder.

"Tea," she said firmly, leading him down the corridor like a prisoner to his doom. "With sugar. And screaming. The good kind."

Rei whimpered.

It was a dimly lit chamber filled with weapons disguised as teacups, pressure-sensitive carpets, and one suspiciously large velvet chair with manacles on the arms.

"Sit," Rosette instructed, pulling the chair out.

Rei sat because of fear.

Rosette poured black tea into a dainty skull-shaped cup, added honey, a suspicious purple flower, and one drop of blood from a tiny vial.

"For flavor," she explained.

He took the cup with trembling hands.

She sipped first, so he did too.

It tasted like anxiety and cinnamon.

"Tell me, Reina," Rosette said softly, leaning forward, "what made you become a maid?"

"Oh, you know," Rei said, voice cracking, "passion, trauma, taxes."

Rosette narrowed her eyes then she smiled.

"You’re adorable," she said. "I’m keeping you."

Rei’s heart stopped.

Rosette stood, walked behind him, and gently patted his head.

"You remind me of someone," she whispered.

She brushed his wig aside and Rei flinched.

She saw the sweat, The Adam’s apple and the shaving nick.

She froze.

Then...

She smiled more.

"I knew you looked familiar."

"Please don’t kill me."

"Kill you?" She leaned down, breathing against his ear. "I’ve never been more attracted to you in my life."

"THIS IS A NIGHTMARE."

"Shhh," she said. "Let Reina rest."

[System Alert: Rosette has entered ’Possessive Maid Mode.’ Rei’s escape plan is now 12% successful and 88% cursed.]

Rosette leaned down and gently adjusted the frills on his skirt.

"You’re coming with me to the Hidden Maid Dormitory. Where no one will ever find you. Just us qnd the other seven clones I made."

Rei passed out immediately.

From fear, from emotional collapse, from the mention of clones.

He fell forward into her arms like a fainting Victorian noblewoman.

Rosette caught him then stroked his wig.

And softly whispered, "Mine."

Rei woke up on a fainting couch.

Still in the maid outfit, Still smelling of betrayal and lavender trauma.

Yuno.EXE appeared with a fruit tray and a copy of Yandere Psychology for Dummies.

"You lasted longer than expected," she said.

"I was complimented on my legs, Yuno."

"They are excellent."

"I was almost kidnapped for tea."

"Hydration is important."

"I’m filing an emotional lawsuit against this mansion!"

[System Notification: Emotional lawsuits are only processed on Tuesdays by the Department of Broken Dreams.]

"Fine," Rei muttered, peeling off a lace glove, "Escape Plan #7 was a failure."

[System Alert: Escape Plan #8 – ’Befriend the Yanderes and Gaslight Them Into Believing You’re Free’ – scheduled for Chapter 65.]

"...That sounds so much worse."

Back in her room, Rosette placed a framed photo of Reina on her wall.

Next to it: a chart titled "Legs That Deserve Worship."

Rei was now ranked #1.

She sighed dreamily.

"I hope Reina returns soon. Such elegance. Such thighs."

In the shadows, Lucivella narrowed her eyes.

"She’s hiding something..."

Meanwhile, in the Employee Breakroom of Despair, Maid Wing B, Rei sat stiffly on a plush stool, surrounded by a half-circle of suspicious NPC maids who had begun asking increasingly invasive personal questions.

"Where did you train?"

"Why don’t your eyelashes flutter in sync like ours?"

"What conditioner do you use on your leg hair?"

Rei blinked rapidly. "I-I exfoliate with tears?"

One of the NPC maids tilted her head so far to the side that her neck cracked ominously.

"Ohh~ She’s shy! How quaint!"

A maid with purple pigtails leaned in close and whispered, "Have you pledged fealty to the Eternal Feather Duster Queen yet?"

"...Is that a cult?"

"We prefer theocratic cleaning union."

[System Alert: Maid Faction ’Feather Duster Disciples’ have flagged you as a potential apostate. Smile and nod to avoid mop-based baptism.]

Rei nodded enthusiastically. "Praise be to the... Dust?"

"Blessed be the lint!"

All the maids clapped in unison. One began humming a cleaning hymn. Another dropped into a crouch and began scrubbing the floor aggressively, muttering in Latin.

Rei backed away slowly. He needed to escape. Not just the mansion. But this room. These people. This life.

He stumbled into the hallway, only to walk face-first into another NPC maid carrying a tray of suspiciously shaped muffins.

"Oh my!" she gasped. "Careful, Reina! You could’ve ruined the Sacred Scones of Supreme Subservience!"

Rei blinked. "...They have a name?"

"The scones are alive."

One scone twitched then he screamed and ran.

Five doors later...

Rei burst into what he thought was a supply closet.

It was not.

It was the Maid Dress Requisition Chamber.

Hundreds—no, thousands—of maid uniforms, each more absurd than the last, lined the walls like an ominous frilly army.

There were stealth and combat maids. Catgirl battle-maids with extendable tail-swords. One outfit was labeled simply: "Plan Z: MILF Mode."

He turned away quickly, or i say too quickly.

And then he bumped into a mannequin. It toppled.

The entire rack went down like dominoes, frilly lace flying everywhere in a pastel-colored apocalypse.

From beneath a pile of tactical petticoats, Rei groaned.

"Why is everything in this mansion trying to kill my dignity?"

[System Response: Dignity has already fled the country.]

Yuno.EXE popped up from behind a bustier labeled ’Hell’s Butleress.’ "Oh! There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere, Reina~!"

"Don’t call me that!"

"But you’re trending on MaidTok."

"What."

Yuno flipped open a pocket mirror which doubled as a crystal-screen communicator. Dozens of short magical video clips scrolled past:

One of Rei wiping a windowsill seductively in slow-motion.

Another of him tripping and falling onto a feather duster while blushing.

And one extremely cursed one labeled "Thighlights: Maid Edition" with sparkly filters and ’Careless Whisper’ playing in the background.

"There are already fanfics," Yuno said. "Two marriage proposals. And a cult petition to have you canonized as Saint Reina of the Apron."

Rei stared at her, mouth agape.

"...I have become the thing I feared most."

"A viral maid idol?"

"...Exactly."

Just then, a door creaked open behind him.

Rosette peeked in.

"I brought tea and trauma."

Rei shrieked.

Yuno immediately dragged him into a laundry chute and kicked them both down into a room filled with nothing but rejected uniform prototypes and one sentient mop that cried when left alone.

As Rei clung to a pile of outdated hemlines and sobbed softly, Yuno offered him a cup of maid-grade chamomile.

"You’re doing great, Master."

"I have a tea date scheduled with a woman who collects restraining orders like baseball cards."

"I know. I set the reminder."

[System Ping: Next emotional breakdown in 4 minutes. Would you like snacks?]

"No."

[Adding snacks.]

Rei looked up at the dim lights flickering above.

"How did my life become a 500-Chapter frilly fever dream?"

Yuno beamed. "Oh, that’s simple!"

He turned to her with dead eyes. "Enlighten me."

"You died. Got hit by lightning. Reincarnated as a noble. Gained five obsessive wives. Got a sarcastic AI companion. And now you’re ranked #1 in Rosette’s ’Top 10 Legs to Worship’ chart."

"...I changed my mind. Bring me the snacks."

Yuno handed him a cupcake shaped like a mini mop.

It sparkled.

It hummed the maid hymn and it tasted like despair frosted in whipped surrender.

He chewed slowly and wept again.

To Be Continued...