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Leaving the room, confused by Miku's strange behavior, Yami went to the kitchen to have his breakfast.
However, the meal didn't taste good like it used to be; in fact, the eggs were still a bit raw; and the bread wasn't even toasted.
He got baffled; after all, the breakfast usually tastes great, especially when baldy fox's wife prepares it, but now, it looked like it was made by someone that never tried cocking(Not a mistake) before.
...
I stood up after glancing at the terrible job in front of me, trying to toast the bread and cook the eggs for the second time.
Yet, the maid stealthily followed me to the kitchen, frowning as she spoke, "What are you doing?" Her mood seemed down from the earlier altercation.
I didn't get surprised; I already heard her footsteps from behind. It's safe to say that from the day I landed on this house, I never felt like being alone. Always a pair of eyes, watching me intensely, scanning every action I made or may make.
"Trying to heat my meal, maybe?" I halted back, displaying the food in front of her eyes.
"Food? From where did you get that?" Her eyes quivered in disbelief.
Perplexion was widely shown in her face.
My brow rose instantly, proclaiming, "Miku told me that she left me some of the morning leftovers in the kitchen,"
"What are you talking about? The leftovers are already thrown in the garbage,"
Same as me; she thought I am lying.
'Hm, now this is apprehensive; I remember well that Miku told me that.'
'Hm? Do you mean someone prepared it for me? Who would not even know how to cook an egg?' I thought, and after circulating the idea in my mind, l had a quick realization, as I mentally chimed, 'Miku?'.
"You telling me that spoiled princess brat actually cooked something? I don't think she never even entered the kitchen in her life, let alone cooking."
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Yami had a hard time believing that Miku will do such a nice thing. Nevertheless, he knew that it was the most logical answer.
...
Upon concluding that, he scoffed it over his mind and tried to assemble a lie for the maid.
"I'm just messing with you, of course; I prepared it myself, look am just about to toast the bread,"
The maid's eyes shone, obviously, not buying my lies, as she strolled closer toward me, mumbling furiously, "You know the house rules, you are not allowed in the kitchen,"
Hearing her, I chuckled, snorting, "I don't remember such rules,"
"You should; this is not a house for animals; you need to respect the rules, especially since your a guest," the edge of her lips narrowed in dissatisfaction.
Yami turned his head without moving his torso, staring blades at the maid; his eyes appeared darker, like a frosty glacier, as he said, "And what are you going to do if I didn't? Tell it to baldy? I don't think he would care, Ah! What about calling the cops and tell them how a teenage kid can't eat when he's starving?"
With each word Yami uttered, he got closer to the maid, till a moment where they separated by a few inches apart. She halted back, feeling the enmity coming from his grey eyes.
"Or make me leave yourself," he echoed in her ears.
She didn't know what to do anymore; she was a brave twenty-one years old girl, but in front of this mere sixteen years old youth, she felt her heart beating wildly.
And in her bewilderment, she spilled the beans amid the building panic, "I...I saw you abusing the owner's daughter,"
"Huh!?" I uttered, shocked about the words I just heard, "She saw us?" I thought, knowing that if it reached baldy's ears, all the opportunities I worked for would disappear in thin air.
Still, I kept my composer, almost scrutinizing her with my stares, as I said, "So what?"
Meanwhile, I rapidly asked Narcos for help, yet, the broken system didn't offer me any advice, letting me figure out everything on my own.
Feeling my carefree attitude towards her threats, her gothic eyes shook, stuttering to find an answer.
"Y-..you aren't afraid of her parent's wrath?"
What she got from the boy was an amused Triumphus chuckle; his unfazed face made her spine dance. She thought he would immediately bend down in fear after finishing her words, but that didn't occur.
"Why should I be afraid? She decided to be my maid, just like you chose to be in this house; however, in contrast, being my maid have a specific price that she obviously agreed on," his voice sounded Husky in her ears.
He added, slightly leaning over her chest, "If you did a great job stalking me, you would've known that I never did something that wasn't to her consent, but I also wonder why would you stalk me in the first place, I don't think you're interested in becoming my maid, do you?"
Hands-on the kitchen counter, she said in a shaky tone, "I was curious,"
"Curious about what?" I followed back.
She hesitated broadly, looking deeply ashamed about something before she weakly muttered, "A...about th...the kiss,"
For the second time, I was taken back.
The atmosphere shifted considerably, from the hateful tension to light-hearted awkwardness.
what about a kiss? And what she finds curious about such a thing.
"What about it?" I asked.
She inhaled a lungful of breath and said, "How it feels like?"
'Hm? How does it feel? Don't tell me this girl never dated someone before?'
Sarcastically, I laughed in front of her face as I pushed her against the counter till her stump was partially glued with the ceramic surface.
"It's quite the taste, you know, I can't really describe it with only using words; how about I offer practical exercises, It would be a hundred times better?" My eyes flickered with excitement; I waited for a long time to teach this maid a lesson, and now, after seeing her vulnerable side, I couldn't help but take advantage of it.
Her lips shut tight, eyes filled with bleakness, yet, deep inside of them, resided a hint of anticipation and dread.
I moved the bread in my hands to cover her ears, shutting any unessecary head movement.
Slowly, closing up the distance towards her mouth, while her whole body shivered.
I was about to give her a lengthy memorable, passionate kiss.
But, I heard a disturbing stern voice coming from the entrance; I panicked, shifting my pupils to take a peek, and found the girl that I always seemed to meet besides doors, staring at me with an empty look, eyes fuming with complicated emotions, veins continually twitching, standing motionlessly like a broken robot with her depthless eyes, as I heard her mutter something under her breath.
(A/N: I will release a chapter every 70ish power stones, just to get motivated a little bit)