You hastily explained, "No, Candy, actually I’ve recovered. Let’s finish our task first..."

Miss Brandi’s loud voice was like rolling thunder. "What! Lord Candy has actually made a request of us! I’m so touched! How could we possibly accept money from a good friend!" Miss Brandi grabbed your wrist like it was a tiny chick.

You stared at the Demon’s mouth, opening and closing before you.

"Don’t worry, master, as a friend of Lord Candy, we will definitely provide you with the highest level of comprehensive service. Pure Maid! Top-notch service!"

Bang!

The cafe was hit by a whirlwind, and in the blink of an eye, the demon by your side had multiplied into four.

Four horrifying muscle-bound figures surrounded you in the center.

The first was dressed in a blue maid outfit, with fur as white as snow and a bear’s head. He twisted his body, assuming the demure pose of a shy girl.

"Pure Maid, Bear Maid, Wallyland, at your service, master."

The second wore a light-yellow maid outfit with light green scales. He stuck out his tongue, licking his yellow vertical pupils as if to show off his agile tongue, and looked at you.

"Pure Maid, Sub-dragon Maid, Sandra, at your service, master."

The third was... unclothed because he was a slime with sinewy muscles, a light purple, dripping viscous fluid on your shoes.

"Pure Maid, Slime Maid, Gelibatos, at your service, master."

Miss Brandi stretched her muscles and gave you a sultry wink.

"Pure Maid, Human Maid, Brandi, at your service, master. We are the top stars of this establishment, master, and we will surely let you experience the ultimate pleasure."

Hell, you had arrived in hell.

Miss Brandi and her Pure Busty Maids looked at each other.

"Sisters, you know what top-level service is, right?"

The three nodded their heads.

"Devote our whole hearts and bodies to serving the master."

"Muscle release!"

Boom! With a terrifying explosion, their maid dresses were ripped apart, revealing muscles as solid as rocks. The already fearsomely built foursome grew even larger, reaching a staggering height of four meters, like muscle-bound Demon Gods.

Their massive pectoral muscles squeezed you tightly in the middle, with smooth, furry, scaly, and slimy pecs encasing you from all sides.

You were wrong, this wasn’t hell; your journey through hell was just beginning.

Miss Brandi’s voice carried a tone of anger, "I used to roam aimlessly as a Wandering Warrior, lifeless as a zombie, until one day, I collapsed on the street from hunger, and an Angel saved me. He gave me food, gave me warmth. That feeling, I can’t forget even now. He is Lord Candy, his smile, his figure. I understood, that was what I sought in life, I longed to share that touch with more people. I trained and practiced relentlessly, but! But! I’m not a beautiful girl like Lord Candy! Where are my charming curves, my graceful femininity—they all turned into muscles! Why am I still growing taller! How can I move people like this!"

Miss Brandi’s voice was tinged with rage, "I may not have Lord Candy’s attributes, but, I can double my efforts, work hard to convey that emotion to our guests! I’ve got it! If talent is insufficient, train harder! If aptitude is lacking, devote your heart! This is us! Offering all of our being for our master, for that heartfelt touch! This is us, Pure Maids (with hearts)! This is the ultimate path of service! Pure・Maid・Path!"

The four Pure Maids (Demon Gods) moved in unison, their pectoral muscles trapping you so you couldn’t move, and you could only watch fear descend.

Each of the four held a Peace Festival apple in the palms of their hands, raising them high above their heads, "Happy Peace Festival, master."

Crack, crack, crack, crack.

In one hand, the apple was crushed to pieces, with the juice that contained Magic Potion running down their arms, necks, collarbones, pectoral muscles, and onto your face. During this process, you were forced to endure their coquettish winks and gestures.

Is this the apocalypse?

No! It’s not!

"Master, for Peace Festival, they say that juice and massage are a perfect match!"

Their arms intertwined behind their own heads like proud flowers, those giant palms blocked out the sun, casting shadows over your face.

You felt the compression, they were powering up.

You knew, the end was upon you.

"Arcane Love’s Ripple!" Their pectoral muscles started to pulsate violently like bubbles rolling through magma! They rubbed on you with the juice, pounding like eight fists all over your body.

This was hell! This was the apocalypse! This was the abyss of eternity!

You blissfully passed out.

But the ravage of those pectoral muscles continued. Even in unconsciousness, they intended to knead the essence of Pure Maids into your body, your memory, your soul.

You would never forget. Every time you heard the term Pure Maid, you’d recall the terror of being dominated by pectoral muscles, to the depths of your bones.

Unconscious, you were brought before Candy.

"Lord Candy, he passed out contentedly. It seems we might have overdone it a bit. What if he becomes addicted later on? He might not be able to go without our massage; it’s a side effect all our previous clients had." Miss Brandi said with a mysterious confidence towards the Pure Maids.