That evening, after returning home from school, Xanthia turned on the lights and closed the door. Without dey, she cimed her reward for completing the extensive cleaning task: a high-quality, purple-tier maid outfit paired with white stockings.

  This outfit, much like her previous JK uniform skin, not only enhanced her appearance and charm but also came with a unique effect. It significantly reduced the physical effort needed for household chores, making her nearly tireless, while increasing both the speed and effectiveness of cleaning.

  Though Xanthia wasn’t obsessed with cleanliness, who wouldn’t prefer living in a clean, orderly space? A fresh and tidy environment naturally lifted her spirits and increased her happiness.

  She hadn’t anticipated the maid outfit being so practical. It turned out to be a “cleaning uniform” in disguise! Since she earned it by completing a cleaning task, the connection made perfect sense.

  Without hesitation, she put on the maid outfit and found it resembled the one worn by the popur anime character Rem. The outfit was bck and white, with no cutouts at the chest or shoulders, reducing its allure but making it modest enough to wear in public.

  The bck skirt, white silk over-the-knee stockings, and bck Rem-style shoes complemented one another perfectly, revealing a hint of her white stocking-cd feet. The complete ensemble was impeccable!

  The full set included shoes and a headpiece, resembling a conservative version of Rem’s cospy costume. The original design exposed the shoulders and featured a generous neckline. With Xanthia’s modest figure and long, slender legs, this toned-down version suited her perfectly.

  She donned the entire maid outfit, including the headpiece, and admired her reflection in the full-length window. A satisfied smile crossed her face as she focused on the subtle boundary where her white silk stockings met her thighs, adorned with ce trim. The slight pressure against her soft skin created a captivating effect, exuding a pure yet subtly alluring charm.

  Xanthia found herself enchanted by her own reflection. Where else could you find such a perfect maid who not only looked stunning but also cleaned everything spotlessly without tiring? That perfect maid was none other than herself!

  Despite the humor in the situation, she appreciated the exceptional service she was giving herself. Treating herself to this luxurious experience was a personal triumph.

  Upon closer inspection of the maid outfit, she noted its exceptional quality—exactly what she expected from a system-produced item. Unlike cheaply made, disposable cospy costumes, this outfit utilized system-level technology, ensuring it remained undamaged, like game equipment with unlimited durability.

  The craftsmanship was remarkable, exuding a masterful touch, and wearing it felt incredibly comfortable. She brought a chair to the window, sat down, removed her bck cospy shoes, and stretched out her legs to caress the white silk stockings, marveling at their smooth texture and esticity. The sensation was delightful, bringing a slight flush to her cheeks. If anyone else saw this, they might not be able to control themselves!

  Comparing these white silk stockings to the bck over-the-knee socks of her JK uniform, she noticed a stark difference in material. The bck socks felt more like long cotton socks, whereas these white ones, with their ce trim, were genuine silk stockings. Being system products, they were virtually indestructible and perfect for endless enjoyment.

  This durability was like the permanent outfits in online games, which never wore out and could be worn indefinitely. Previously, Xanthia had become addicted to wearing her JK uniform because the system-produced clothes fit her perfectly—unlike real-world clothes, which never matched her measurements exactly.

  As a wealthy heiress in name only, Xanthia had never owned custom-made clothes from master tailors. Even if she had, they would likely be formal dresses for significant events. Her everyday clothes were simir to those of ordinary people, albeit with more luxury brand items.

  Comparing them to the system outfits, she couldn’t help but feel that real-world clothes fell short. Unfortunately, neither the JK uniform skin nor the maid outfit skin could be worn as daily attire. Though she enjoyed the attention, she didn’t want to be constantly stared at on the streets.

  Thus, she resolved to work hard, hoping to unlock more system outfits suitable for everyday wear. This way, she could always experience the smooth, comfortable sensation of wearing system-produced clothing.

  During her high school years, a critical period for leveling up and gathering resources, she mainly wore her school uniform. The system outfits, no matter how many she had, could only be worn occasionally, allowing her to indulge during holidays.

  Once she reached college, if Xanthia accumuted enough outfits, she could truly shine—switching system costumes daily and reveling in boundless joy!

  Xanthia began taking selfies in front of her full-length mirror. To her surprise, the more selfies she took, the more her “Photography” attribute improved. Now at Lv1 (Beginner), her selfies looked noticeably better, with improved angles and lighting.

  She wondered if, by reaching Lv2 (Proficient) or Lv3 (Professional), she could master both cospying and photography herself.

  After indulging in some serious self-appreciation through selfies, Xanthia decided to test the special effect of her new outfit.

  Her apartment hadn’t been cleaned for two days. Normally, she cleaned every other day to maintain a tidy space. While she wasn’t a professional cleaner, she valued neat surroundings.

  However, upon donning the maid outfit and activating “Housekeeping Mode,” she transformed into a relentless cleaning machine. No corner was left untouched. She even ordered extra cleaning supplies online to ensure she was fully equipped.

  It felt as though the system had taken over, as her energy remained untouched. Instead, the energy stored in her "camel hump" depleted, functioning like a “mana bar” substituting for a “stamina bar.” This was her real secret to confidently running 3,000 meters! As for “stamina potions,” they acted like system-provided, side-effect-free stimunts or adrenaline shots, allowing her to tackle tasks with ease.

  The sensation was extraordinary. As her apartment became spotless, her mood soared. This system-created maid, although herself, barely drained her energy. It was as if she had a loyal, fwless maid—a complete win!

  The white silk maid outfit was incredibly effective!

  After completing her cleaning and exiting “Housekeeping Mode,” Xanthia felt no fatigue, only a slight depletion of her "mana bar," which could easily be replenished with food. Once she started earning money, she could indulge in all the food she desired.

  With a flushed face and a heart full of joy, she fully enjoyed her new purple-tier outfit before taking a hot shower, humming a cheerful tune. Then, she promptly went to bed.

  Had she been a boarding student, she wouldn’t have had the chance to try on such outfits immediately, let alone enjoy a private shower. The convenience was unparalleled.

  Though she realized she was missing out on the sights at the girls’ bathhouse, none could compare to admiring her own beauty. So, it was all good.

  She began looking forward to the campus autumn sports festival scheduled for te October.

  Her short hair was perfect for styling into Rem’s signature look, just in bck, as Thessaloniki First High School prohibited dyeing and perming. Rem’s hairstyle was simple, with bangs covering one eye. Since Xanthia had recently cut her hair to a simir length, a slight adjustment to her bangs would complete the look.

  There she was—the bck-haired, white-silk maid version of Rem!

  Anime enthusiasts at school would immediately recognize her cospy. The anime Re:One was popur, and Rem had even been voted “Moe Queen,” making her a frequent sight at conventions. Rem cospyers, dressed in white maid outfits with blue hair, were always a hit.

  With Xanthia’s naturally cute demeanor, she would make a perfect bck-haired Rem. She was sure to be the star of the opening ceremony!

  If she didn’t seize this chance to shine during her first year, there wouldn’t be another opportunity. This was precious youth!

  Thessaloniki First High School only gave freshmen a limited amount of freedom. Seniors didn’t participate in the sports festival, as they were too busy preparing for college entrance exams. The countdown to June left no time for distractions.

  Seniors might sneak a gnce at the excitement between csses to spot attractive undercssmen and momentarily rex their tense minds.

  Sophomores could join in, but their enthusiasm was often tempered. Their homeroom teachers’ constant reminders ensured they wouldn’t try anything unusual during the opening ceremony. They would dutifully wear standard blue and white sports uniforms and chant slogans for the school leaders’ inspection.

  Freshmen, despite their homeroom teachers’ caution against drawing attention, treated the sports festival as a carnival—a chance to celebrate and unwind. Missing such an opportunity for fun would be a waste.

  Thus, it was an unspoken rule to tolerate freshmen’s antics without consequences. Some progressive young teachers even encouraged creativity, finding the humor refreshing amidst the competitive events.

  The following Saturday, Xanthia arrived at school on time.

  That morning, their homeroom teacher, Mr. Emmanuel, repurposed the Foreign Languages and Linguistics early reading css for a homeroom meeting.

  The topic? The upcoming sports festival.

  Mr. Emmanuel emphasized the importance of css honor, urging everyone to participate. No event should be left without representatives. Those not competing were encouraged to join the cheer squad, write motivational scripts, and deliver them to the announcer to boost their cssmates’ morale.

  Of course, during the event, some students would inevitably sneak away, finding the track and field activities like running, long jump, high jump, and shot put less exciting than a secret basketball game.

  “Mr. Emmanuel, can we spice up our outfits for the opening ceremony to showcase our css’s youth and energy?” Marcus, the css troublemaker, eagerly raised his hand.

  For someone like Marcus, who saw school as a three-year sentence, the upcoming sports festival was a rare highlight.