Taking Turns as the Three Young Masters' Maid

At school, believe it or not, I'm a certain rich young master's maid.

The young master had an outrageously handsome face and a family background so impressive it could scare you to death. On the very first day of school, he went out of his way to pick on me.

Hey, classmate, I'm the Chu Yuxun of the high school world. Listen up: money can't trample on my dignity!

He bullied me. I put up with it, since he transferred money to me.

He ordered me around. I put up with it, since he transferred money to me.

He insulted me and told me to go to his house and be his personal maid. I %@#*&. The brat had a lot of money, at least.

Huh? You want to know what a maid has to do?

A lot: do the young master's homework, sweep and mop, cater to his every mood... and sleep with him.

The young master lay on the bed with an air of noble virtue, his body a mess and his face flushed red, yet his chin held high as he said, "You're nothing but my dog, understand? Don't think that getting into my bed means you can forget your lowly place."

I was speechless.

Today, this dog was going to start by fucking your mouth.

Thinking about getting paid to fuck his mouth filled me with pity for the overworked wage slave inside me.

It's the year 36,627. How are people still selling their physical labor for money?!

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Especially when his uncle wanted me too.

The uncle was dressed in a suit, wearing the smile of a scumbag with money, and a gold watch worth as much as two thousand of my entire lives.

I listened to his request and fell silent for a long time.

I said, "Sir, I'm your nephew's maid. A loyal subject serves only one master. Please have some respect for my dignity."

He sneered and named a price.

I sneered too, then sank into a long, affected silence.

By the time I fucked him, this social elite had stopped smiling.

I approached it with the mindset of an overworked wage slave, filled with a merciful spirit. If I don't go to hell, who will? Though I'd already been to hell with two men.

Thinking about my bank balance filled me with determination.

Yes, I hate the rich and love the rich. A contradictory person is always full of melancholy. And look at those rich men's handsome faces, all covered in me. It really shows how down-to-earth they are, mingling with the working class.

After earning enough money, I decided to quit, pack up, and leave, to live the ideal life of financial freedom.

The young master was shocked. "Huh? You spent all that money in two days?"

The uncle, a CEO: "That's not even worth half my watch..."

I thought, half a watch would be fine too. That's still a lot.

The CEO uncle: "...the cost of the decorative trim on a gemstone set in the third link of the watchband. Ten percent of it."

Me: "..."

You don't have to be that specific!

When I really did get ready to leave, the young master burst into tears, ran out of the house screaming that he was pregnant with my child.

I was furious. Swallowing * doesn't fucking get you pregnant!

I stormed off without looking back, bought a ticket on a smuggling ship in the middle of the night, and went to another planet.

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On my new backwater planet, I lived my ideal life of financial freedom.

Flowers, blue skies, white clouds. Every day, I ate, slept, and waited to die.

Oh, right. I also met a handsome, gentle man in town.

He was caring and sweet, and his words were like a spring breeze. He even cooked for me every day.

I was moved to tears. Now that's my ideal wife!

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That is, until he brought me to meet his family.

In a humble little house, my darling wife, the young master, the CEO, and I stared at one another.

Me: …

The young master wailed: "Why are you with my cousin?!"

I said, "For fuck's sake, how was I supposed to know your cousin had left home to experience life? Who the hell would get involved in your family's nonsense? We can skip the family reunion!"

The young master looked suspicious. "You've been with my dad too?"

… The Buddha can't save an idiot.

In the end, the three men surrounded me in that little house, crowding me and insisting I pick one.

The CEO sneered and slapped a knife down on the table.

Me: "Should I peel you an apple?"

He didn't smile. Great. Humor wasn't going to work this time.

I tried: "Hey, um, relatives, isn't sharing the joy better than enjoying it alone? Could we just all..."

They answered in unison: "No."

I broke down and said I needed time to think. They said fine, then... moved in together.

Me: …

Could it be that this is only a three-bedroom apartment?

Fuck, there are four of us living in my place, and I end up sleeping on the couch! That's outrageous!

Especially since someone sneaks onto my couch every night

I wept.

How am I supposed to live like this?!

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[Reading Guide]

* First-person narration

1. All the men are virgins. A chaotic love triangle with everyone fighting over each other, and each one is crazier than the last.

2. There's no logic whatsoever in this story. Every relationship is one-sided.

3. The female lead only cares about making money and has not even one bit of affection for men. She's mostly indifferent.

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Thesis: I'm just working for the money, sob