Caught Red-Handed (and Red-Haired)



I only meant to check if she needed anything before turning in.
Instead I found my diligent maid fast asleep in the middle of the big bed, arms wrapped tightly around a huge dakimakura. The bold “I ❤️ Master” printed across it left zero room for doubt.
The moment the door creaked she jolted awake, blue eyes flying wide open, cheeks blazing as red as her hair. She clutched the pillow even tighter, as if hiding it would somehow erase what I’d already seen.
“M-Master?! I… I was just… resting my eyes!”
I leaned against the doorway, fighting a smile. “Resting them on a pillow that confesses your feelings, I see.”
She buried her face in the dakimakura with a tiny, mortified squeak.
Some secrets, it turns out, are impossible to hide under the covers.