“Creak~”
Bearing the weight of two people, the expensive ergonomic chair couldn’t help but let out a slight protest.
Hayasaka Makoto began to suspect he had bought a product of inferior quality.
Of course, compared to the quality of a chair, the girl in his arms was more captivating.
Just as warm, fragrant, and soft as Kei.
However, compared to Kei-chan’s liveliness and clinginess, Hayasaka Ai, meeting for the first time, was undoubtedly reserved and nervous.
“Very nervous?
Your body is trembling.”
“Y-yes, a little.”
The man’s hot breath brushed against the top of Hayasaka Ai’s head.
Then, that breath slowly moved down, exhaling onto the slender, swan-like nape of her neck, causing Hayasaka Ai to shyly shrink her body.
But she immediately froze.
Lips pressed against the skin on the back of her neck.
It was a kiss that was slowly applying pressure—the feeling, described in the style of the stress-relief videos she usually watched: it was like stamping a quarantine approval seal on a pig that had left the pen.
On one hand, this seal couldn’t be washed off.
On the other hand, it also meant this pig was ready to be eaten.
The last remaining shred of a maiden’s shame in her heart finally made it impossible for Hayasaka Ai to remain calm.
She raised her hands, at a complete loss, not knowing what to do.
Her brows and eyes were full of awkwardness and shyness.
“Little Ai.”
“Y-yes!”
“What are you feeling right now?”
Hayasaka Makoto’s voice was unhurried, as if floating down from the sky into her ears—gentle, magnetic, a little trick used by an Onmyoji to coax others into revealing their thoughts.
“Anyone would feel nervous arriving in a new environment.
I understand.
Now you’re no longer nervous, and you don’t need to be.
Tell me how you feel at this moment.”
“I…
I feel so shy.”
“Then, do you want to leave my embrace?”
“If you don’t give such an order, I cannot leave.”
“What a dedicated maid.
Little Ai, is there any command you wouldn’t carry out if your master gave it?”
“Any command from my master, I will follow.”
“Including, spying on me for information?”
Hayasaka Ai shook her head, her back to him, her eyes slightly dazed and confused.
“No.
Before I came, the head of the Shinomiya Family repeatedly instructed me.
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 gain freedom.”
“Young Master Huang Guang…
no, that Mr.
Huang Guang, didn’t actually give me any instructions.”
“Didn’t he tell you to monitor Shinomiya Kaguya?”
Her somewhat muddled consciousness became clear again.
The matter of secretly monitoring Shinomiya Kaguya—she could confirm only she and Shinomiya Huang Guang knew about it.
Yet her new master knew all about it.
What was his purpose in bringing this up now?
Was it to express dissatisfaction?
Or was it a warning?
A sliver of fear rose in Hayasaka Ai’s heart.
“I don’t want to monitor Kaguya.”
“Oh.”
She obediently didn’t explain further, and Makoto had no interest in continuing the topic.
He had already savored the creamy white jade of her upper body, leaving a series of casual kisses on the girl’s skin.
Behind her long, slender neck, and on her smooth, rounded shoulders.
Those kisses caused her jade-white upper body to quietly blush a faint, rosy red.
His chin rested on the girl’s shoulder, like lovers whispering intimately.
The man’s hot breath hit the girl’s ear: “Take off your stockings yourself.
Do it slowly.
I want to watch.”
Faced with such a degrading request, Hayasaka Ai silently stood up slightly, pulled the black pantyhose down to her thighs, then sat back down.
She lifted one leg and slowly peeled it off, letting the delicate black gradually reveal even more delicate, fair skin.
Then, the other leg.
Without the restraint of the pantyhose, her two fair, rounded thighs rubbed against each other uneasily in the air.
Her delicate skin looked like cream, and felt like warm jelly to the touch.
“What a charming girl, so tempting from head to toe.
Look, even Kei, who’s also a girl, is staring at you, dumbfounded.”
“I am not!”
Kei, who had been sneaking a peek, was caught red-handed by Makoto.
She quickly blushed, lowered her head, suppressed her urge to keep peeking, and began to seriously battle with her test paper.
It wasn’t that she had suddenly fallen in love with studying.
Rather, she could almost foresee that her boyfriend was about to start a ‘battle’ with that maid—if she didn’t finish her homework quickly, she might not even get to drink the leftover soup.
If her boyfriend then found a new love and forgot about her, his poor old flame, wouldn’t that be disastrous?
To join the welcome party,
Kei-chan decided to blitz through the test!
Makoto guessed his girlfriend’s anxious thoughts and found it amusing, but he didn’t expose her.
Instead, he continued to fondle the girl in his arms, occasionally attacking her sensitive spots, wanting to see her lose composure.
Hayasaka Ai finally couldn’t take it anymore.
She looked back at him with annoyed, sideways glances, her eyes filled with both shame and a hint of self-destructive anticipation.
It was only then that she realized her golden side ponytail was being held in the man’s hand.
Makoto didn’t speak.
He pushed Hayasaka Ai’s back, signaling her to stand up from his embrace.
In the brief moment she stood up, he had already completed a round of teleportation and now held something in his hand.
Hayasaka Ai took the object.
The shame she had just suppressed flared up again, reddening her delicate, mixed-race face.
But then the color drained away, leaving her looking unusually pale and helpless.
She had heard about the perverse games some second-generation young masters played.
Now that it was her turn, a sense of sorrow rose in her heart.
“Is this…
a collar?”
“Yes.
Put it around your neck.
When I’m free tonight, I’ll take you for a walk in the neighborhood.”
Hayasaka Ai bit her lip, and her eyes gradually reddened.
Her repeated mental preparations were easily shattered by the man’s words, exposing her fragile interior.
“Cheng, stop teasing Miss Hayasaka~”
Kei finally found a chance to escape the prison of exam questions.
She cheerfully sidled up to Hayasaka Ai and whispered, “He’s just scaring you.
He would never let others see you in a bad state.
You don’t know how possessive Cheng is.
When he taught me to swim, he wouldn’t even go to a public pool, afraid other men would see me in a swimsuit…”
“You talk too much.”
Makoto shifted his verbal attack: “Have you finished the homework I assigned?
If not, keep doing it.
I’m going to the bedroom with my little maid to ‘communicate’—”
But before he could finish,
Kei crashed into his arms, stood on tiptoe, lifted her head, and familiarly opened her mouth to kiss him.
She had already roughly figured out Makoto’s personality.
A girl’s loving hug, sweet words, and a sweet kiss would make him overlook trivial matters.
But the only weakness of this tactic was…
“Mm…
mm…”
In her cunning big eyes, a watery gleam quickly appeared.
Within ten seconds, Kei was lost in the kiss, easily overpowered by him!
He picked up his koala-like girlfriend and headed for the bedroom.
Without forgetting to instruct Hayasaka Ai behind him: “Little Ai, follow me in.”
Knowing what was about to happen, Hayasaka Ai’s expression changed, and she quietly swallowed.
When she had been sitting in his lap earlier, she had already known.
It was so big…