On a weekend evening, Karuizawa Kei heard the apartment intercom ring.
She blinked in surprise.
“Who is it? Are they here for Makoto-kun?”
Her old social circle had long been cut off.
After transferring into Haneoka High School, she had never told any of her classmates or new friends where she lived.
“Is it Makoto’s friend? Or maybe that mature-looking Nagasaki-san from downstairs… Huh?”
On the indoor screen, the person outside was not Nagasaki Soyo.
It was a blond girl in a black-and-white maid uniform.
Her golden hair was tied into a playful side ponytail.
Who was this?
“Excuse me, who are you?”
“Good evening, Karuizawa-san.”
Before coming here, Hayasaka Ai had already memorized Hayashi Makoto’s basic information.
She gave a polite bow.
“I am the maid sent by the Shinomiya family. My name is Hayasaka Ai. Hayashi Makoto-sama is aware of this matter.”
“A maid!?”
Karuizawa Kei instinctively turned her head.
Her boyfriend was crouched in front of the computer, currently transformed into a Rift pianist and arguing intensely with his teammates.
Sensing her gaze, Makoto looked over.
“What is it?”
“Makoto, there’s a maid here for you.”
“She should be from the Shinomiya family. Let her in.”
Three minutes later, Hayasaka Ai stood at the entrance.
She looked at Karuizawa Kei, whose face was full of confusion.
Then she looked at the so-called Hayashi-sama, who was still immersed in exchanging insults with his teammates.
The anger, humiliation, disgust, and fear she had tried so hard to press down rose again.
But anger and disgust were the most powerless emotions.
Shame and fear were only proof of weakness.
Hayasaka Ai had served as a maid in the Shinomiya family since childhood.
What could she do?
After being solemnly instructed by the head of the Shinomiya family, she had been sent to a stranger like a carefully packed item.
What could she do about that?
Hearing her new master muttering curses while playing a game, Hayasaka Ai understood that she could not change anything.
Because of that, she calmed down instead.
She did not look at Karuizawa Kei.
She simply closed the door, walked to the side of the computer desk, and stood there silently.
The young maid straightened her back.
Her expression was calm and proper.
Like a textbook example of elegance, she waited for her master’s command.
Before long, Makoto finished the match.
His chair slid backward and spun once in place.
When he saw Hayasaka Ai, he began to smile.
The little maid should be full of emotions right now, right?
That was what he thought.
Unexpectedly, Hayasaka Ai smiled back at him.
That surprised Makoto instead.
“Interesting.”
He put away his smile and looked her over.
The maid uniform used the simplest black-and-white color scheme.
But the expensive fabric, the careful tailoring, and the low-key luxurious details brought out the girl’s refined beauty instead.
At a glance, one could tell she was a maid from a wealthy household.
Her blond hair was slightly curled. The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
Her skin was as pale as porcelain.
“I remember you have Irish blood?”
Hayasaka Ai paused for a moment, then nodded.
“Yes. I am one-quarter Irish.”
Makoto did not continue along that topic.
He suddenly changed the subject.
“Take off your clothes and let me see.”
“…”
Hayasaka Ai’s body stiffened slightly.
Her calm expression turned faintly pale.
“Makoto-kun…?”
Not far away, at the small tea table, Karuizawa Kei sat pretending to work on her homework.
Unable to hold back, she spoke up.
She still had no idea who this maid was, nor could she understand why the girl had come into their home.
But no matter what… requesting a girl to undress the moment they met was a little too much.
But Hayasaka Ai had already moved.
“As you command, Master.”
She took a deep breath.
With controlled movements, Hayasaka Ai very calmly removed the white apron from her maid uniform.
Then she hesitated for a moment before closing her eyes and sliding off the black dress underneath.
Her upper body still had a white inner lining, but with the dress gone, her lower half was only covered by black stockings and… a pair of pure white panties representing a maiden’s purity, with a small pink butterfly embroidered right in the center.
Karuizawa Kei wore the same style, though she preferred blue butterflies.
Did all girls like wearing these?
Makoto stared blankly for a moment, noticing Hayasaka Ai’s eyes were tightly shut now, her long eyelashes trembling slightly—her inner state was clearly far from the calm she displayed on the surface.
This was more like it.
The Hayasaka Ai in his memory was not a soft girl who simply accepted everything.
She had pride.
She had temper.
She had personality.
In the anime, that was exactly what made her attractive.
Makoto liked her personality and temper.
But he liked it even more when that pride lowered its head to him.
So a basic obedience test was necessary.
“Kei, do your homework.”
Japanese high schools actually did not have much homework.
On top of that, Karuizawa Kei had already given up on playing in a band.
So on weekends, she was very free.
But Hayashi Makoto, who came from a stricter education background, really could not stand Kei’s overly relaxed high school life.
With the wicked mindset of “I got rained on, so why do you get an umbrella?” he had simply found several sets of weekend homework for her.
Kei-chan had been tortured by them until she almost begged for mercy.
After scolding Kei, Makoto looked back at Hayasaka Ai.
“Keep taking them off. The bra too.”
His expression was clearly one of anticipation, waiting for her reaction.
Her fingernails dug into her palms; it hurt.
A proper amount of pain could keep a person calm.
With trembling hands, Hayasaka Ai unbuttoned the white inner lining from top to bottom, revealing shoulders as smooth as jade.
Then, gritting her teeth, she reached behind her back and unhooked the clasp.
Her entire upper body was exposed to the air.
“About the same size as Kei’s,” Makoto commented after admiring her for a while.
Makoto narrowed his eyes.
He could tell she was afraid.
He could also tell she was angry.
But she had buried all of that beneath etiquette and discipline.
That was exactly why this girl was interesting.
Too obedient a dog was hard to discipline.
But if it showed its teeth, even slightly, then there would be a reason.
“Tell me, Hayasaka Ai.”
Makoto smiled.
“If I send you back to the Shinomiya family, what will happen to you?”
“…”
Hayasaka Ai’s fingers tightened slightly.
After a short silence, she answered softly, “It would not end well.”
“And your mother?”
“It would not end well for her either.”
Hayasaka Ai was born into the Hayasaka family.
Originally, the Hayasaka family had also been a prestigious house.
But after losing in its competition with the Shinomiya family, the Shinomiya family took a liking to its excellent bloodline and brought it under their command.
Originally, the Hayasaka family had been closely tied to Shinomiya Un’yo.
But due to certain events, that relationship had worsened.
Hayasaka Ai and her mother were both deeply hated by Shinomiya Un’yo.
They could only secretly follow Shinomiya Oko’s path to the end.
This time, she had been sent away by the direct order of the family head.
It had even been personally arranged and instructed face-to-face.
Even Oko-sama could not interfere in the slightest.
That alone proved how important this matter was.
She did not dare imagine what would happen if she failed.
She did not dare imagine what would happen to her mother either.
“You’re not bad.”
Makoto suddenly smiled.
“I have no intention of returning you.”
Hayasaka Ai’s tense shoulders loosened almost imperceptibly.
“Besides, you’re someone I personally asked for.”
“How could I send you back?”
Personally asked for me?
Did he know me before?
She did not ask.
Instead, she used the motion of a deep bow to conceal her earlier loss of composure.
“I was rude. Please allow me to tidy my appearance.”
“No rush.”
Makoto looked at her with interest.
“I’ve heard you’re like a clothes rack. Anything looks good on you. I prepared more than ten outfits for you to try later.”
Hayasaka Ai’s expression stiffened slightly.
Makoto tapped his fingers on the armrest of his chair.
“But that can wait. I’ve realized this ninety-percent naked look of yours actually feels quite nice.”
He patted his thigh.
“No need to dress for now, Ai… sit on my lap.”
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