Creak~
The expensive ergonomic chair let out a faint protest under the weight of two people.
Hayashi Makoto began to seriously suspect he had bought a product passed off as premium quality.
Of course, compared to the quality of a chair, the girl in his arms demanded far more of his attention.
She was as soft and fragrant as Karuizawa Kei.
But unlike Kei-chan’s lively clinginess, this first-time acquaintance, Hayasaka Ai, was clearly nervous and restrained.
“Are you nervous? Your body is trembling.”
“A… a little.”
The man’s burning breath fell on the top of Hayasaka Ai’s head.
Then, that breath slowly drifted downward, spraying against the long, slender, swan-like nape of her neck, causing Hayasaka Ai to shyly shrink her body.
But then she froze.
His lips pressed against the skin at the back of her neck.
It was a kiss that slowly applied pressure — the feeling, to use the style of those decompression videos she usually watched, was like stamping a quarantined pig for slaughter with a mark of approval.
On one hand, this stamp could not be washed off.
On the other hand, it meant this pig was ready to be eaten.
The last remnants of maidenly shame deep in her heart finally made Hayasaka Ai unable to remain composed.
She raised her hands, at a loss, completely uncertain what she should do now.
Between her brows and eyes was nothing but embarrassment and shyness.
“Ai.”
“Y-Yes!”
“What are you feeling right now?”
Makoto’s voice was serene, as if it drifted into her ears from the heavens — gentle, magnetic.
It was a small onmyoji technique used to guide people into revealing their true feelings.
“Anyone would be nervous coming to an unfamiliar place. I understand. Now you are no longer nervous, and there’s no need to be nervous. Tell me how you’re feeling right now.”
“S-So embarrassed…”
“Then, do you want to leave my embrace?”
“You haven’t ordered me to, so I cannot leave.”
“Such a dedicated maid, Ai. Will you do whatever your master commands?”
“As long as it is Master’s command, I will obey.”
“Including gathering information on me?”
Hayasaka Ai shook her head while still facing away from him, a hint of confusion and uncertainty in her eyes.
“No. Before I came here, the head of the Shinomiya family repeatedly instructed me that as long as I can serve by your side, I will have no further connection to the Shinomiya family… My family, my mother, will also be freed.”
“Then what about the task Shinomiya Oko gave you?”
“Oko-sama… no, that person Oko gave me no instructions.”
“Didn’t he order you to monitor Shinomiya Kaguya?”
Her somewhat dazed consciousness snapped back to clarity.
The matter of secretly monitoring Shinomiya Kaguya — she could confirm that only she and Shinomiya Oko knew about it. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Yet this new master was fully aware of it.
What did he mean by bringing this up now?
Was this dissatisfaction?
Or was it a warning?
Fear quietly rose in Hayasaka Ai’s heart.
“I do not want to monitor Kaguya.”
“Oh.”
She obediently stopped explaining.
Makoto also lost interest in continuing this topic.
He had already finished appreciating the creamy jade of her upper body, leaving casual, unhurried kisses across the girl’s skin.
The slender back of her neck.
Her rounded, delicate shoulders.
Those kisses quietly tinged her jade-white upper body with a faint layer of rosy blush.
His chin rested on the girl’s shoulder, like lovers whispering intimately.
The man’s hot breath fell on her ear.
“Take off your stockings yourself. Slowly. I want to watch.”
Faced with such a degrading request, Hayasaka Ai silently rose slightly, slid the black pantyhose down to her thighs, then sat back down, lifting one leg to peel it off bit by bit, letting the delicate black gradually give way to even more delicate fair skin.
Then, the other leg.
Freed from the restraint of the stockings, her two fair, rounded thighs rubbed uneasily against each other in the air.
Her delicate skin looked like cream, and felt like warm jelly to the touch.
“Such a captivating girl. Every inch of you is so enticing. Look, even Kei, who’s also a girl, is staring at you dumbfounded.”
“I am not!”
Karuizawa Kei, who had been sneaking a peek, was caught red-handed by Makoto.
She quickly blushed and lowered her head, suppressing her urge to keep watching, and began a serious battle of wits with her test papers.
This was not because she had suddenly fallen in love with studying.
Rather, it was because she could almost foresee her boyfriend about to go to ‘war’ with that maid — if she didn’t finish her homework quickly, she probably wouldn’t even get the leftovers.
If her boyfriend found a new love and forgot about her poor, pitiful old love, wouldn’t that be disastrous?
To join the welcome party.
Kei-chan decided to blitz through her test papers!
Makoto guessed at his girlfriend’s anxious thoughts, found it amusing, but didn’t expose her.
Instead, he continued to toy with the girl in his arms, occasionally attacking her sensitive spots, wanting to see her composure crack.
Hayasaka Ai finally couldn’t take it anymore.
She turned her head and looked back at him with a resentful sidelong glance, her eyes filled with a mix of shame and anger, and a hint of self-abandoning anticipation.
It was also at this moment that she realized her golden side ponytail was being held in the man’s hand.
“Master, do you enjoy teasing your little maid so much?”
Makoto said nothing.
And in the brief moment she stood, he had already completed a round trip teleport, holding something in his hand.
Hayasaka Ai took the object.
The shame she had barely suppressed flared up again, burning her delicate half-foreign features crimson.
But then the color drained away, leaving her face abnormally pale and helpless.
She had heard rumors about the twisted hobbies of certain young masters from wealthy families.
Now that it was her turn, a trace of sorrow rose in her heart.
“This is… a collar?”
“That’s right. Wear it around your neck. When I have time tonight, I’ll take you for a walk around the neighborhood on a leash.”
Hayasaka Ai bit her lip.
Her eyes gradually reddened.
The mental defenses she had rebuilt time and time again were easily shattered by the man’s words, exposing her fragile interior.
“Makoto, stop teasing Hayasaka-san~”
Karuizawa Kei finally found an opportunity to escape the prison of test questions.
She cheerfully approached Hayasaka Ai and whispered, “He’s just scaring you. He won’t really let others see you in an embarrassing state. You don’t know, but Makoto’s possessiveness is terrifying. When he taught me how to swim, he refused to go to a public pool, afraid that other men would see me in a swimsuit…”
“You talk too much.”
Makoto shifted his verbal attack.
“Did you finish the homework I assigned you? If you didn’t, keep doing it. I’m going to the bedroom to get acquainted with my little maid—”
But before he could finish.
Karuizawa Kei crashed into his arms, stood on tiptoe, lifted her head, and deftly opened her mouth to kiss him.
She had already roughly figured out Makoto’s personality.
A girl’s affectionate embrace, sweet words, and fragrant kiss would make him overlook trivial little matters.
The only weakness of this tactic was…
“Mm… mm…”
Her sly, clever eyes quickly filled with watery light.
Within ten seconds, Karuizawa Kei was already lost in the kiss, easily overpowered by the one who had been counterattacked!
He lifted his koala-like girlfriend and carried her toward the bedroom.
Not forgetting to instruct the Hayasaka Ai behind him, “Ai, follow me in.”
Knowing what was about to happen, Hayasaka Ai’s expression flickered.
She quietly swallowed.
When she had been sitting in his lap earlier, she had already known.
It was so big…
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