Morning.
A ray of sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains.
Makoto slowly opened his eyes.
But before his vision returned, his sense of touch awakened first—warm, moist, and a rhythmic contracting motion.
A bone-deep numbness made him take a deep breath.
In the relatively narrow bedroom, besides the lingering scent of incense used to enhance the mood, there was also the sweet, fishy smell secreted by a girl in the throes of passion, all of which he inhaled into his mouth and nose.
“Good morning, Master.”
“…Good morning, Little Ai.”
After exchanging greetings, neither spoke again.
One enjoyed.
The other enjoyed and was busy.
Makoto narrowed his eyes.
His slightly scattered vision quickly focused on the beautiful sight sitting astride his waist.
Hayasaka Ai’s cold-white, delicate body was coated in a faint golden luster in the morning light.
Her long golden hair was loose, rising and falling like golden sand dunes.
Today was another weekend.
It had been a week since Hayasaka Ai was sent to him.
Interpersonal relationships are complex.
A short week of getting along naturally couldn’t build deep feelings between him and Hayasaka Ai.
However, there was one thing Makoto could confirm:
That was, Hayasaka Ai, this maid, was exceptionally capable and useful in every aspect!
He sighed and raised his right hand.
Hayasaka Ai understood and raised her left hand to interlock fingers with his, passing her moist warmth to him.
After an unknown amount of time,
“Ring, ring, ring!!”
The timer alarm on the table suddenly went off.
It was meant to wake Kei for school.
Since it was the weekend, Kei-chan must have forgotten to cancel it.
At the moment the alarm rang, Hayasaka Ai finally stopped, exhausted.
She sat awkwardly in a duck-like position, slightly tilting her head back, and finally let out a long-suppressed whimper from her throat.
After resting for several minutes,
Hayasaka Ai groaned, reluctantly got up, and withdrew.
“Wait, get back here!”
But Hayasaka Ai, while tying her side ponytail, said in a flat tone, “An ancient proverb says: ‘Bite off more than you can chew.’ I’m already full.
Thank you for the reward, Master.”
Makoto was amused and annoyed.
He pointed at the hardest part of his body: “I haven’t rewarded you yet!
Why are you running!?”
“Oh my~”
The young maid’s lips curled into a mischievous smile: “That kind of thing, Little Ai really can’t enjoy it right now.
Excuse me, I’ll go make breakfast in the kitchen.
There are your favorite Chinese-style pastries this morning.”
Watching Hayasaka Ai leave and close the door, Makoto couldn’t help but smile and shake his head.
Plus, Hayasaka Ai was very good at reading people, so she figured out the new master’s temperament faster than Kei.
A maid who was absolutely respectful wasn’t his style.
One who did things neatly and efficiently, but had a bit of a temper and a mischievous streak in daily life, occasionally teasing the master, yet generally obedient—that was the type of maid he liked.
So now, she occasionally teased him.
This was part of the fun…
And the reason she refused the ‘reward’ was simply that Hayasaka Ai was afraid of getting pregnant.
“She doesn’t want it, Kei.
Do you?”
Makoto started nudging Kei beside him.
When she slept, she liked to pillow on his left arm.
Whether she was pretending to sleep or not couldn’t fool Makoto.
“…”
Kei puffed out her cheeks.
“Cheng, I’m your official girlfriend, right?”
She had thought she wouldn’t be jealous.
But how could a woman in love not be jealous?
“Of course, you’re my girlfriend.”
“And Little Ai?”
“A maid.”
“Th-then, my status in your heart should be higher than hers, right?
How can you give me what she doesn’t want?”
“She’s afraid of getting pregnant.
Are you?”
“I-I’m afraid too.
I still want to go to school.
Isn’t having a child a bit too early?”
Kei’s expression was complicated.
Previously, they had used protection.
But recently, for some reason, her boyfriend never used anything, and he swore things like, ‘If I don’t want a child, it definitely won’t happen,’ which challenged common biological knowledge.
In reality,
After Makoto gained immortality, he did have that ability.
But he wouldn’t explain it to the girls, and he couldn’t explain it.
“Kei…”
He showed a smile.
Although the smile was very gentle, Kei felt a hint of unease.
“Tsk, so you don’t want to give me a child.”
“That’s not it!”
The girl sat up and retorted loudly.
Then her voice immediately lowered: “It’s just that it’s too early.
In a few years…
no, just after high school graduation!
If you want a child then, I’ll…
give birth to one for you.”
Her tone was shy and embarrassed.
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It was the feeling of having chosen someone and never changing.
The girl quietly glanced up at him and found him staring at her with a strange smile.
Thinking about her bold statement just now, Kei’s face was already red to the roots of her ears.
“Kei-chan, you really are…”
“Ahhhhhh, what on earth am I saying?!”
She shouted at the top of her lungs in sheer embarrassment, attempting to play it off with cuteness.
But a hand suddenly pressed down on the back of her head, forcing it down sharply.
“Wuwa…
wu…”
“Stop talking and just eat.”
The girl, her mouth stuffed full, nearly choked.
She rolled her eyes and bared her teeth, trying to look fierce at Makoto.
Unfortunately, Kei-chan really didn’t have the temperament for it; instead, she looked silly, like a clumsy dog choking on a sausage.
…
“Today’s breakfast was delicious and hearty.
Thank you, Little Ai.”
“It’s my duty.
I’m glad you liked it.”
On a weekend morning, on the streets of Shibuya.
Kei and Hayasaka Ai were out shopping.
Both of them were blonde, and today they had both dressed up as pure-style fashionable gyaru, looking just like a pair of close sisters.
Their relationship was indeed quite good.
Not only because they were both girls with good personalities, but also because they had built a deep sense of camaraderie from fighting the enemy together in bed every day.
“Speaking of which…”
Looking at Hayasaka Ai, who had tied her jacket around her waist, Kei laughed softly: “Makoto-kun seems to really like us dressed like this.
You saw it, right?
How impatient he was last night, and that look in his eyes—it was terrifying, like he wanted to devour us both.”
“…Master probably just likes that sort of thing.”
Last night, it was the gyaru combination.
Makoto wasn’t interested in “gyaru” in the literal sense, but the two-dimensional, pure-style gyaru aesthetic really excited him.
Coincidentally, both Kei and Hayasaka Ai possessed slight gyaru traits.
Not to mention, one was cheerful and the other aloof; it was like the stimulation of fire and ice.
“Tonight, why don’t we do this and that…”
Like a scheming advisor, Kei leaned into Hayasaka Ai’s ear, whispering intimate things that made her blush.
Hayasaka Ai blushed a little hearing it.
She had a newfound respect for this blonde girl.
“Wouldn’t that make Master think it’s a bit…
a bit too lewd?”
“He’ll only be happy!”
Kei-chan was just about to add a few words when she suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice.
That voice instantly conjured up a nightmare she thought she had already forgotten.
“Oh my, isn’t that Karuizawa?”
Several gyaru with smoky makeup were looking her over from a short distance away.
Upon confirming it was that poor little thing they used to bully, they all revealed malicious smiles.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”