I, Emily Winters, was in quite a desperate situation.
First, I had a fight with my boss at work and quit on the spot, becoming unemployed.
That night, I had a fight with my boyfriend, with whom I was living, and left the house to return to my parents' home.
A few days later, I had a fight with my parents and was kicked out of the house, so I moved in with a friend.
My friend told me, "I'm getting married and moving next month, so you need to leave soon."
And now.
My friend is moving at the end of this month.
I've had several interviews and looked for a new place to live, but I still haven't found a job or a home.
At this point, I have no choice but to look for a live-in job. So I searched for job listings, but only found positions in distant resort areas. I thought, "At this point..." but going to an unfamiliar place suddenly is scary.
I inquired at a housekeeping agency to see if there were any live-in jobs nearby.
When I explained my situation, they said, "There is only one, but the employer is strict, and all the housekeepers we've introduced so far have been rejected." But this is my only option.
I begged and somehow managed to get an interview.
"Wait... am I really going to work here?"
The interview location was the employer's home, a super-luxury apartment in front of the station.
"I was told to wait at the entrance... Is it okay for me to go in? I feel so out of place..."
I nervously walked through the automatic doors and entered the apartment. On the right side, there was a common area with tables and chairs.
When I was about to sit in one of the chairs, I noticed someone was already there.
A handsome young man with blonde hair, who looked younger than me. He closed the book he was reading and looked at me, then spoke.
"Are you Emily?"
"Oh? Yes!"
"Okay, follow me."
He stood up and walked towards the elevator.
"Excuse me, are you 'Alex Smith'?"
"Yes, I am."
Alex looked like he wanted to say, "So what?"
From the sound of the name, I had assumed it was a woman. I was too flustered to listen properly to the housekeeping agency's explanation.
The only words I remembered were "Alex Smith," "living alone," and "laundry, cleaning, cooking."
This is why they insisted so much at the end, asking if I was really okay with it.
It's too late to regret it now. I can't say I want to quit at this point.
I stared at the elevator floor indicator, bracing myself.
The interview started in the living room where I was taken.
Alex explained that he earns his income from live-streaming game commentary and wanted to hire a housekeeper to focus on gaming. He told me the background of why he posted the job listing.
He said that he sometimes streams games all night and can't leave his computer during those times, so he wanted someone to prepare drinks and snacks for him.
He glanced at the resume I had hastily written the night before and asked me two questions: what my specialty dish was and if I was okay with having almost no days off.
Desperate, I made a strong appeal. Alex listened to my story until the end, nodding.
"Okay, I'd like to hire you."
"Yes! Thank you very much!"
The interview was so brief that it felt anticlimactic.
'The housekeeping agency said it might be difficult to get hired... I'm glad I managed to secure a job and a place to live. But to live alone in a luxury apartment just by streaming games... He must be really popular.'
As I was absentmindedly looking around the living room, Alex suddenly grabbed my arm.
"Ah! What are you doing?"
"I told you we would have a final test, didn't I? Were you listening?"
"...I'm sorry, I wasn't listening."
"Come with me."
He took me to the bedroom. Before I could even process what was happening, I was pushed onto a large bed that looked like a queen size.
"Ah!"
"You're wearing a proper suit... You don't want it to get wrinkled, right? And you'll sweat, so I'll take it all off."
"What?"
"I've changed my mind. Emily, you're exactly my type. I want to hire you not just as a housekeeper but as a housekeeper and mistress. So, the final test is to see if we're physically compatible."
Housekeeper and mistress... What is that?
And by physically compatible, does he mean we're going to have sex now?
Having sex as a final test is unbelievable.
But for some reason, I couldn't find the words to refuse. Instead, I found myself expecting it somewhere in my heart.
After all, the reason I broke up with my ex-boyfriend was because of a sexless relationship due to our conflicting schedules...
It had been a long time since I had talked to a man like this.
Alex was so good-looking that I could believe it if someone told me he was a model or an idol. Just looking at his face made my heart race.
He leaned over me and started kissing my neck. My lower abdomen started to heat up, and I couldn't help but rub my knees together.
Seeing this, Alex said,
"Not refusing means you're okay with those conditions, right?"
He slowly unbuttoned my blouse as he spoke.
My chest, starting to sweat, was exposed to the air, and Alex continued to undress me without hesitation.
"You have beautiful skin. How about here?"
He unhooked my bra, and my unsupported breasts spilled out.
"These are beautiful too."
He teased the tips with his tongue, making exaggerated noises. Each time, I almost let out strange sounds but managed to hold back by covering my mouth with my hand.
"Hey, can you touch mine too?"
He grabbed my wrist and guided it to his pants. Feeling his rock-hard erection, I wanted to pull my hand back, but he held my wrist firmly.
'It's bigger than my ex's... And so hard... Is this really going to go inside me?'
Thinking that, I couldn't help but swallow.
"Emily, can you give a blowjob? Are you okay with it?"
"Uh, yes. I like it..."
"Really? Great. Can you do it now?"
Alex took off his pants and underwear and knelt. I hesitantly kissed the base of his erect member and then licked my way to the tip.
"Ah... You're good at this. Looking up at me while doing it is the best. You're definitely good at blowjobs. Next, let's check your sensitivity."
He slipped his hand into my panties,
"Just from kissing and having your breasts played with, you're already this wet? Did giving a blowjob make you want it? Or were you fantasizing about doing this with me during the interview?"
"Ah, that's... Ah!"
"Your voice is cute too..."
I couldn't deny it because it felt so good, and I couldn't stop the high-pitched sounds from escaping.
"Hehe, nice. Can you let me hear more?"
His fingers, which had been tracing my entrance, now penetrated me. Alex's fingers skillfully found my favorite spots.
"Ah, ah, ahh!"
Every time his fingers moved, my hips trembled uncontrollably. I clung to his fingers, begging for more, and my juices flowed endlessly.
"Your sensitivity is great. With this much wetness, it's okay to put it in now, right?"
Finally, he removed my panties, and I was completely naked.
Alex took a condom from the bedside table drawer and put it on, then slowly entered me.
"Ah... It hurts...!"
"Does it hurt? Are you okay? I'll go slowly..."
It had been a while, and Alex was a bit larger than my ex, so I was at my limit. It hurt a little.
As he promised, Alex moved his hips slowly.
During that time, he kept giving me deep kisses. His burning hot mouth made my head feel like it was melting.
Just as I was getting used to the slow movements, Alex nibbled on my earlobe and whispered.
"Are you okay now? Can you get on all fours?"
Following his instructions, I got on all fours, and he immediately entered me again, thrusting faster than before. He grabbed my arms while I was on all fours, and I couldn't understand what was happening as he relentlessly pounded me. The sound of our skin slapping and the wet noises from our connection echoed throughout the room.
"Ah, ah, no...! This is... my first time...!"
My ex always did it the same way, with almost no foreplay.
Alex's careful yet bold play might be a trait of a game streamer.
"Really? It's worth the effort. Can you do the cowgirl position?"
"Yes..."
I straddled Alex, who was lying on his back, and lowered my hips.
His tip hit my deepest spot, and I couldn't move.
'What should I do? If I move now, I'll come right away...'
Seeing me frozen and silent, Alex smirked and teased my swollen clitoris with his fingers.
The moment he did, electricity ran through my body. I was surprised and embarrassed that I had come so easily, and my face felt hot.
"Wow... You're so tight...! If I wasn't wearing a condom, I might have come too..."
Alex gently stroked my inner thighs, adding to the sensation.
"Ah, no, stop...!"
"You're cute... With that face, I want to tease you more."
"Ah!"
Alex roughly kneaded my nipples while thrusting up from below.
Even though I had just come, I felt like I was going to come again.
"Ah, ah, ah!"
"You're so wet and it feels so good...! Are you going to come again? Do you want to come?"
Unable to respond with words, I nodded repeatedly.
He switched to the missionary position and stimulated my clitoris with his fingers while thrusting.
I couldn't stop the uncontrollable moans from escaping.
"Ah, ah, no, that, again, I'm going to come, I'm coming...!"
"Ah, you're so tight! I'm about to come too...!"
Alex grabbed the back of my knees and lifted them, thrusting down from above repeatedly. Every time he hit my deepest spot, I felt like stars were flashing in my head.
I never knew sex could feel this good.
Sex with my ex wasn't bad, but... Alex was just incredible. I couldn't find the right words to describe it.
As I lay there, unable to move from the sweet afterglow, Alex kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear.
"Hah, hah... It seems like we're a perfect match. So, you're hired. Can you start tomorrow?"
"Yes... Thank you..."
And so, having passed the final test, I started working for Alex as a housekeeper and mistress.
Though I was more of a mistress than a housekeeper...
Fin.
