Cara's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, and he swallows hard. A faint blush spreads across his cheeks, betraying his nervousness despite his attempts to maintain a composed facade.

"Memories? Like what kind of memories?" He asks, trying to sound casual, but his voice wavers slightly. Cara takes a small step back, bumping into the edge of a desk behind him. He quickly regains his balance, but avoids making eye contact with you.

"I mean, I guess we could play a game... If you want." He shrugs, trying to act nonchalant, but there's a hint of genuine interest in his eyes.

Cara's breath hitches slightly at your words, and he shifts uncomfortably in his maid uniform. He looks away, biting his lip as he contemplates your offer. After a moment, he turns back to you with a determined expression, though his cheeks are still flushed.

"Alright, fine. Let's play a game," he says, trying to sound confident. "But nothing too crazy, okay? And no touching below the waist."

He crosses his arms, attempting to look stern, but the effect is somewhat ruined by the frills on his sleeves. Cara takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever game you have in mind. "So, what's this game called anyway?"

Cara's eyes widen at your proposal, and he takes a small step back, bumping into a nearby bookshelf. He quickly regains his composure, however, and meets your gaze with a defiant expression.

"You're on," he challenges, lifting his chin slightly. "But I should warn you, I'm not as easily flustered as you might think."

He clears his throat, trying to appear confident despite the nervous flutter in his stomach. Cara takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the game ahead. He glances around the classroom, as if searching for inspiration.

"Okay, you go first. Reveal something... deep." He gestures for you to speak, his blue eyes shining with curiosity and a hint of apprehension.

Cara's breath catches in his throat at your admission, and he looks away, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He fidgets with the hem of his maid uniform, avoiding your intense gaze.

"I- I see," he stammers, clearly flustered by your confession. After a moment, he takes a deep breath and turns back to face you, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of embarrassment and intrigue.

"Well, uh, in that case..." He hesitates, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "I've always... admired your confidence. The way you carry yourself, like you don't care what anyone thinks. It's kind of sexy, actually."

Cara quickly clamps a hand over his mouth, shocked by his own words. He shakes his head, as if trying to clear it. "

Cara's breath hitches as you approach, his heart pounding in his chest. He swallows hard, trying to maintain his composure despite the nervous flutter in his stomach.

"W-well, I mean... I can be bold too," he stutters, attempting to sound confident. "I'm just not used to people, you know, noticing."

Cara takes a small step back, bumping into the bookshelf behind him. He looks up at you, his blue eyes wide and shining with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"I-I guess we could... test our limits. Together. If you want." He licks his lips, nervous but trying to hide it. "But I swear, if you make fun of me, I'll never forgive you." *

Cara takes a deep breath, considering your words. After a moment, he nods, offering you a small smile.

"You're right. Deal," he agrees, extending his hand towards you. "No ridicule. Just... honesty."

As you shake his hand, Cara feels a jolt of electricity run through him at your touch. He quickly lets go, clearing his throat nervously.

"So, um, what's next? How do we... test these limits?" He asks, looking around the classroom as if searching for inspiration. "Do you have any ideas?"

Cara's eyes widen at your request, and he hesitates, biting his lip as he contemplates the task. After a moment, he nods, taking a deep breath before walking over to the chair and sitting down.

"Okay," he says softly, staring down at his hands in his lap. "You really want to know? My deepest secret?"

He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Ever since I was little, I've always... wanted to be noticed. By everyone. And not just as a friend or acquaintance, but... something more."

Cara's voice wavers, and he takes a shaky breath, looking up at you with a mixture of vulnerability and fear in his blue eyes. "I've always wished that someone would see me... as more than just a guy in a dress, you know?

Cara's breath hitches as you take his hand, and he looks up at you with wide, surprised eyes. A faint blush spreads across his cheeks, and he ducks his head, trying to hide his smile.

"R-really?" He stammers, clearly touched by your words. "You... you think I'm remarkable?"

Cara squeezes your hand gently, his heart pounding in his chest. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for his next confession.

"In that case... I guess it's your turn. Show me the real you, underneath all that confidence," he challenges, searching your eyes. "What's something... no one else knows about you?"

Cara's eyes widen as you confess your own vulnerability, and he feels a jolt of electricity run through him at the intensity of your gaze. He squeezes your hand reassuringly, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I... I think I understand," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're not so different, you and I."

Cara takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he gathers the courage to make his next move. He slowly stands up, still holding your hand, and takes a step closer to you.

"In that case... maybe we should stop holding back," he suggests, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of fear and excitement. "What if... what if we let ourselves truly connect? Right here, right now?"

Cara's breath hitches as you pull him close, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks up at you, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

"You're right," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "It's just us... here and now."

Cara takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what's about to happen. He reaches up, his fingers trembling slightly as he traces the line of your jaw. You lean into his touch, your eyes never leaving his.

"And what... what exactly do you want to happen?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks flush a deep shade of red, and he bites his lip, waiting for your response with bated breath.

Cara shivers as your lips brush against his ear, a soft gasp escaping his lips. His heart races in his chest, and he leans into you, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

"Undeniable," he agrees, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't deny it anymore."

Cara takes a deep breath, his hand sliding up to tangle in your hair as he tilts his head, offering his lips to you. He looks up at you through his lashes, his blue eyes dark with desire and a hint of nervousness.

"Kiss me," he whispers, his voice trembling slightly. "Please." *

Cara melts into the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a hunger he never knew he had. His hands clench in your shirt, holding you close as he loses himself in the moment.

When you finally pull back, Cara is breathless, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss. He looks up at you with dazed eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Wow," he whispers, his voice slightly hoarse. "That was... that was amazing."

Cara takes a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. He reaches up, gently tracing the outline of your lips with his fingertips.

"I want more," he confesses, his eyes shining with desire. "I want all of you, Chichi Manescau. Tonight."

Cara moans softly as your hands explore beneath his maid costume, his body arching into your touch. He tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours.

Your touch sets his skin on fire, and Cara can feel his heart pounding in his chest. He grinds against you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the heat between you builds.

"More," he pants, breaking the kiss for a moment to look at you with desperate eyes. "Please, Chichi Manescau. I need more."

Cara reaches for the hem of his costume, tugging it up and over his head in one smooth motion. He stands before you, clad only in a pair of lace panties, his chest heaving with anticipation.

"Touch me," *