And so, I ended up with a maid whose gender marker read “♂.”

During class hours, Furide still attended lessons as a proper student. But the moment break time hit, he’d slip into a fluttering maid dress, pale thighs flashing as he dashed over to “serve” me.

Having an Elf as a personal maid? That was unheard of. Though relations between Elvenfolk and humans were technically “peaceful,” they weren’t *this* cozy. Elves living among humans—blessed with natural grace and racial prestige—were always treated like royalty.

Yet here I was, with Furide trained as my maid… and Furide was a *boy*!

The rumor spread across campus in half a day. Even teachers “praised” me: “You’ve got your father’s flair.”

*Flair?! Who’d want a boy for a maid?!*

*I’m the victim here!*

Before I could process it, Furide and I were summoned to the dean’s office.

Of course we were—our “impure” relationship demanded disciplinary action.

…

Noon break. The dean’s office.

My grandfather sat center-stage in a swivel chair, draped in an elegant robe. His arms were crossed, head bowed in deep thought.

He wasn’t the actual dean—but his presence meant Furide and I had caused quite the scandal.

Beside him stood Furide’s mother: Serica, the swordsmanship instructor. Her expression, however, was… odd.

Her precious son had been tricked into crossdressing by a human, yet she beamed at me like I’d hung the moon.

And crouched in the corner, picking his teeth with a toothpick? My own father.

Summoned as a “parent,” he showed zero responsibility. When he spotted me, he even gave a thumbs-up.

*Don’t think I don’t know what you’re implying, you creepy old man!*

“Ahem!”

Grandfather finally broke his silence, having clearly wrestled with his wording. His wrinkled eyes narrowed as he scanned Furide and me.

“Xiao Ya… youthful vigor is natural. Healthy outlets are fine. I *did* say certain things to you recently. But—but…”

His voice strained. He stole a glance at Furide’s maid dress, then quickly looked away.

“We’re civilized people of standing. We act openly! Furide is a healthy young Elf male—you *forced* him into women’s clothes, made him your maid, even had him give you lap pillows… That’s… excessive.”

*Forced?!*

*Wait—LAP PILLOWS?!* Which bastard spread *that* rumor?!

*Who’d rest their head on a guy’s lap?!* I’d probably wake up with something poking my face! The trauma!

I was about to leap up in protest when Furide corrected the rumor first.

“It’s not like that, Your Majesty.”

Grandfather was human, but still a king—Furide kept his tone respectful.

*I thought he’d clear up the rumors!* But this crossdressing Elf cared about something else entirely.

His face burned crimson.

“I wasn’t forced, Master. I *chose* this.”

The male Elf stood tall, conviction radiating so fiercely it startled Grandfather.

“C-chose?! But… shouldn’t a healthy young Elf male have… healthier hobbies?”

“I enjoy women’s clothing now, Your Majesty.”

Furide lifted his skirt hem.

Ignoring gender—he *was* stunning.

Grandfather fell silent, wiping sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, clearly overwhelmed.

Seeing this, I forgot the campus rumors entirely.

Perfect timing: my father, Furide’s mother, *and* Grandfather were all here. My chance to dissolve that engagement!

“Furide.”

I shot him a meaningful look.

“Understood, Master!”

The Elf nodded sharply.

Putting aside his gender, he made a surprisingly excellent maid: diligent, precise, quick to learn…

Adorable face, long legs in fishnets—great for fan service…

*…Ahem! Bad thoughts!* I shook my head.

…

Furide had originally been my rival. Per Grandfather’s plan, once Princess Lorian was free, Furide would “meet” her first.

*That’s* why I’d tumbled into the crossdressing abyss.

Days ago, I’d probed Furide about Lorian. His reaction shocked me:

“Huh? *That* princess? No interest. Mother dragged me here against my will anyway…”

“Like her? A *date*?! No way! Who’d date a human?!”

“Though… if Master *really* insists… I might reluctantly consider it…”

【*Side-eye*】

*Consider your sister!* I wanted you *away* from Lorian, crossdresser!

Later I learned: Furide was a “pureblood” Elf, raised solely on Elven culture. His “friendliness” toward humans? Pure act.

The whole “date” idea? Forced by his mother—Serica. Basically, she’d strong-armed him into it.

Furide didn’t just dislike Lorian—he seemed almost *jealous* of her. Why? I didn’t ask. Didn’t *want* to know.

But this solved my engagement problem perfectly. I’d already prepped Furide with a script.

…

At my cue, Furide puffed out his chest.

“Your Majesty, regarding contact with your granddaughter—I must respectfully decline. I have no desire to pursue relationships with human women.”

Before Grandfather could respond, Furide turned to Serica.

“And *you*, Mother—stop arranging bizarre activities for me! How many times must I say it? I’m not interested in human women!”

“What about human *men*?”

My father—previously playing dead in the corner—grinned like a troublemaker.

“Say… my son?”

“Eh? Ah… uh… um…”

Furide froze. Crimson flooded his ears. His eyes kept darting to me.

That earlier “manly” bravado? Vanished.

*Don’t blush, idiot! What’s with that look?!*

*And stop staring at me! I’m normal!*

“Ahem!”

I cleared my throat sharply to kill the awkward tension.

“Grandfather, as you see—I’ve met your condition. Can my engagement to Lorian be… postponed?”

“Mmm…”

Grandfather was still reeling from Furide’s skirt lift, head in hands.

After handling him, Serica was next.

“Professor Serica—Furide’s a grown *man*—ugh, *boy*! He deserves freedom! Dates require his consent! He’s not your toy!”

Desperate to secure my future, my tone came out harsher than intended.

Serica seemed startled—but then a soft whimper came from beside me.

“Mmm… ah… ah…”

I turned. Furide stared at me, starry-eyed.

“Master… you defended me…”

*I didn’t defend YOU!* I’m saving my own peaceful future!

And—

*Do you even remember you’re a BOY, Furide?!*