Sometime on a weekend evening, Kei heard the doorbell, feeling a bit surprised.
“Who is it?
Is it for Makoto-kun?”
Her own past social connections had long been severed.
After transferring to Haneoka High School, she had never told her classmates or friends about her address.
“Is it a friend of Makoto’s?
Or that Miss Nagasaki downstairs with the very, very mature temperament…
Huh?”
On the apartment intercom screen, what she saw was not Nagasaki Soyo, but a blonde girl wearing a black and white maid outfit, her golden hair tied in a playful side ponytail.
Who is this?
“Excuse me, who are you?”
“Hello, Miss Karuizawa.”
Having memorized Makoto’s general information before coming, Hayasaka Ai bowed and performed a salute: “I am the maid sent by the Shinomiya Family, Hayasaka Ai.
Mr.
Makoto is aware of this matter.”
“A maid!?”
Kei subconsciously turned her head and looked at her boyfriend, who was crouching in front of the computer, incarnated as a Canyon Pianist.
The latter noticed her gaze.
“What’s wrong?”
“Makoto, there’s a maid looking for you.”
“Sent by the Shinomiya Family, right?
Let her in.”
Three minutes later, Hayasaka Ai stood at the door.
She glanced at Kei, who looked puzzled, then looked at Mr.
Lin, who was completely immersed in a heated verbal exchange with his teammate in the game.
The anger and sense of humiliation, the hatred and fear she had tried so hard to suppress deep down couldn’t help but resurface.
However, anger and hatred were the most powerless emotions; shame and fear were merely manifestations of cowardice.
What could Hayasaka Ai, who had been a maid in the Shinomiya Family since childhood, possibly do?
After being earnestly instructed by the head of the Shinomiya Family, she was sent to a stranger like a packaged commodity.
What could she do?
Hearing her new master’s grumbling and cursing while playing the game, Hayasaka Ai knew she couldn’t change anything.
Therefore, she calmed down again instead.
She didn’t look at Kei either.
She just slowly closed the door, walked to the side of the computer desk, and stood quietly, ready to serve.
The young maid straightened her posture, her expression calm, waiting elegantly like a textbook example for her master’s instructions.
Before long, Hayasaka Makoto finished a round of the game.
His chair slid back and even spun in place.
Seeing Hayasaka Ai, he began to smile.
Shouldn’t this little maid be feeling some emotions right now?
He thought to himself.
But unexpectedly, Hayasaka Ai actually smiled back at him, which surprised Hayasaka Makoto.
“Interesting.”
He restrained his smile and scrutinized her.
The maid uniform was in the simplest black-and-white color scheme.
However, the expensive fabric and craftsmanship, along with the low-key yet luxurious detailing, instead accentuated the girl’s delicate beauty.
At the very least, it made one think: this is definitely a maid from a wealthy household.
Her blonde hair was slightly wavy.
“I remember you have Irish ancestry?”
Hayasaka Ai was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.
“Yes, I am one-quarter Irish.”
However, Hayasaka Makoto didn’t follow up on that topic.
He abruptly changed the subject.
“Take off your clothes.
Let me see.”
“…”
Hayasaka Ai stiffened, her calm expression suddenly turning pale.
“Cheng…
Makoto-kun…?”
Nearby, at the small coffee table, pretending to do her homework, Kei couldn’t help but speak up.
She still didn’t know who this maid was or why she had come to the house.
But no matter what…
Asking a girl to take off her clothes upon first meeting was still a bit too much.
But Hayasaka Ai had already begun to act.
“As you command, Master.”
Hayasaka Ai took a deep breath and very calmly removed the white outer layer of her maid uniform.
Then she hesitated, closed her eyes, and took off the black dress layer underneath.
The upper body still had a white inner lining.
But with the skirt gone from the lower body, only black pantyhose remained, and…
that symbol of a maiden’s purity, pure white.
Right in the middle of that pure white, a small pink butterfly was open.
Kei wore the same style.
Only, she preferred a small blue butterfly.
Do girls all like wearing this kind?
Hayasaka Makoto was momentarily distracted, noticing that Hayasaka Ai had now closed her eyes.
Her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, suggesting her inner feelings weren’t as calm as her outward appearance.
But that was fitting too.
The Hayasaka Ai in his impression wasn’t a completely submissive, soft girl.
In the anime, she had pride, temper, and personality.
He liked her personality and temper.
But he liked it even more when she was completely obedient to him.
So a basic obedience test was necessary.
“Kei, do your homework.”
Japanese high schools actually don’t have much homework.
Plus, Kei had given up on her thoughts about playing in a band.
So she was quite free on weekends.
But Hayasaka Makoto, coming from a Chinese education background, really couldn’t stand Kei’s overly leisurely and relaxed high school life.
With the malicious thought of “If I got soaked in the rain, why should you get an umbrella?”, he simply obtained several sets of weekend homework, tormenting Kei-chan to the point where she begged for mercy and to be let off.
After reprimanding Kei, Hayasaka Makoto turned to look at Hayasaka Ai.
“Keep going.
The bra too.”
His expression clearly showed he was anticipating her reaction.
The eagerness in the man’s eyes undoubtedly showed he was hoping she would resist.
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But if it dared to bare its teeth, then he would have a justified reason.
“…”
Her nails dug into her palm.
It hurt.
Appropriate pain could help one maintain composure.
With trembling hands, Hayasaka Ai unbuttoned the white inner lining from top to bottom, revealing smooth, jade-like shoulders.
Then, gritting her teeth, she reached back and unfastened the clasp.
Her entire upper body was exposed to the air.
The one-quarter Irish blood made her look like a beauty carved from white jade, her skin glowing with a cool luster.
“About the same size as Kei’s.”
After admiring for a while, Hayasaka Makoto gave his evaluation, then nodded in satisfaction like a buyer who had finished inspecting the goods.
“That’s enough.
Put your clothes and pantyhose back on.”
“…You…
you mean?”
“Do you want me to help you dress?”
“No.”
Hayasaka Ai was somewhat confused, but thinking of a certain possibility, she suddenly became flustered, her voice carrying a hint of panic.
“Are you dissatisfied with me?
I can do many things.
Please give me a chance!”
Hayasaka Makoto’s expression turned strange.
“It seems if I send you back, your fate wouldn’t be too good.”
Hayasaka Ai could only nod bitterly.
Hayasaka Ai was born into the Hayasaka family, originally also a prestigious family, but they were defeated in competition with the Shinomiya Family.
The Shinomiya Family, valuing their excellent lineage, recruited them under their wing.
Originally, the Hayasaka family was closely connected to Shinomiya Un’ei, but due to certain events, their relationship deteriorated.
Both Hayasaka Ai and her mother were deeply detested by Shinomiya Un’ei, so they could only secretly align themselves with Shinomiya Huang Guang, following that path to the end.
This time, her being sent away was a direct order from the family head, even personally arranged and instructed face-to-face.
Even Young Master Huang Guang couldn’t utter a single word of objection, showing the importance of the matter.
She didn’t dare imagine what would happen to her, or to her mother, if she failed.
“You’re fine.
I have no intention of sending you back.”
Hayasaka Makoto suddenly broke into a smile.
“Besides, you’re someone I specifically asked for.
How could I possibly send you back?”
Specifically asked for me?
Did he know me before?
She didn’t press for reasons.
Instead, covering her chest with one hand, she bowed deeply, also masking her earlier loss of composure.
“My apologies.
Please allow me to rearrange my appearance…”
“No hurry.
I’ve long heard you’re a clothes hanger, looking good in anything.
I originally prepared over a dozen sets for you to try on, but I suddenly realized your current state, ninety percent naked, has quite a feeling to it.”
He patted his own thigh.
“No need to dress for now, Little Ai.
Come sit in my lap.”