Who would have thought that this foreign man standing in front of me would be the heir to the company!?
How stupid I was repeatedly bragging in front of him as treating him like a bad person. Should I correct my attitude by treating him very respectfully?
With his high position, I think he is very rich, especially the grandson of the owner of a large company in Abeno. While I am a poor person, a sad girl, and no life, my life is so sad.
AAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHH!! HOW STUPID AM I!? I want to scream for constantly showing my ugly side.
Shameless people, Ayami!!!
How about this?
....
Makes me shake and daydream in front of him thinking the imagination in my mind!!
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"Ayami-san? Ayami-san? Ooooooiii" he played his hands in front of my face, to wake me from my daydream.
"Eh, huh?" I realized as soon as I was lost in thought, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"Sorry-"
"What do you mean?"
"Ah, I suddenly thought of something earlier so I didn't listen to what you were saying."
"Oh, it's okay. I just stopped talking when you suddenly got lost."
"Ah sorry, I have accused you of lying." I languidly spoke these words.
"Don't worry, okay."
"Sorry-"
"Huh? Again...?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry for yesterday...." I'm embarrassed to continue this talk, telling the truth about getting mouth to mouth.
"Yes, What is up?"
"Um... yesterday I..." I looked away then looked down in embarrassment.
"Hmm...?" He looked at me in amazement.
"I have-"
Before I could say it all, there was a phone ringing tone.
It was the sound of an incoming call on his cell phone, he immediately received the call "Hello?"
I think it's an important call.
'Oh yes.', 'yes.', 'alright.'
A word, two words, and three words show he is a busy person.
Then he hung up the call and didn't continue his story. He ate in a hurry. It seemed he must be in a difficult situation.
He finished eating, then stood up from his seat, took the dishes, and to go kitchen to wash the dishes
I can't stand to see people depressed like this, "Let me do the dishes."
"Eh?" he looked at me in amazement.
"Yeah, you've been kind enough to cook all of this, so I'm going to wash your dishes." I quickly finished my food.
He fell silent like he was contemplating my words.
I stood up from my seat, then grabbed the plate in his hand. Take it and condense it into one.
"T-thank you." He said awkwardly with an expression that looked so uneasy.
"Yes."
....
I washed in the kitchen, then he came over to me.
I heard his footsteps, "I know you're there."
"Oh." He replied as he slowly walked towards me.
"Excuse me..."
"Yes?"
"What did you want to say?" I was silent for a moment and turned to him.
"What were you doing yesterday? Did I ever hurt you?"
"N-no. I-"
"Sorry if I startled you." He lowered his head.
"A-ah, please raise your head. Actually I..." There's no way I can say that.
He immediately looked at me deeply, "Looks like I forgot what to say, hehe." Avoid me while putting on a ridiculous face
"O-oh, alright..."
"What do you need here?"
"I'm thirsty, hehe." Why does it taste like Deja Vu
I fetched a glass of water from the sink and handed it over.
He grabbed it "Ah, thank you."
He drank it straight away...
However, he was no longer trembling. Slowly the pain in his wound began to disappear. His voice isn't that hoarse either.
....
"Um..." he made an awkward face again.
"What is it?"
"Etto, um... h-may I borrow your shirt?" he said hesitantly as he returned the empty glass to me.
"...."
"Sorry, I-"
"...."
"I'm too much trouble for you but I need a change of clothes."
Maybe this look of mine looks scary to him I'm thinking hard about which clothes suit him. Will my clothes fit him?
Instantly I glanced at my breasts which I think are quite big (E-Cup)
Then he glanced at it too... "Eh, is there something wrong?" he muttered.
I closed my eyes and sighed.
I immediately wash the glass that has been used to drink.
"Okay." I agree.
"Thank you."
....
"Um..." he made an awkward face again.
"Do you need anything else?"
"Etto, um... h-may I borrow your shirt?" he said hesitantly as he returned the empty glass to me.
"...."
"Sorry, I-"
"...."
"I'm too much trouble for you but I need a change of clothes."
Maybe this look of mine looks scary to him I'm thinking hard about which clothes suit him. Will my clothes fit him?
Instantly I glanced at my breasts which I think are quite big (E-Cup)
Then he glanced at it too... "Eh, is there something wrong?" he muttered.
I closed my eyes and sighed.
I immediately wash the glass that has been used to drink.
"Okay." I agree.
"Thank you."
....
We both walked to the room, then I looked for clothes that fit him from the closet.
"Um..."
"What else? Say."
"Sorry, I-"
"Just say it straight away."
"Oh, alright." He held out his hand in front of me.
"...?"
"Please take off my bandages. I need to take a shower before changing."
Hah!? Can't he just let it go himself!?
"You want to take a shower?" I asked surprised.
"Yes, because soon I have to work."
"Eh, you mean you're leaving?" Hahaha, thank goodness he's not here anymore.
"No," he said glumly "I'm going to work here, I want to borrow your computer."
*eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!*
I'm disappointed with putting on my lazy face.
"...."
"How about a laptop?" you can take it with you!
"Hmm, that's fine. I'll borrow it later."
I helped remove the bandages, the bleeding has stopped but the wounds are still not fully healed.
"Are you going to take a shower?"
"Yes." He answered with a flat expression.
"Hmm..." I thought, won't the wounds hurt later?
"Why?" he asked in surprise.
"Your wound still hasn't healed, won't it hurt later when you get splashed with water?"
"Oh, you're worried about me, huh?" he said lightly.
His words made me blush "N-not, I mean...."
"... I do not have much time." He said angrily as he looked the other way.
"Okay." I agreed, but—
"You'd better take a warm bath. I'll help wipe your wound." I said spontaneously out of this mouth.
"Hmm, looks like it would be much better but, I'm bothering you instead."
"He-he-he (laughs) it's okay. From the first time we met, you've been a bother to me." I added while removing the bandage on his head.
"A-ah, sorry."
"Please don't apologize too much."
"Eh?"
"Yeah, that's because... I'm willing to help you."
"Well, thank you." He smiled in relief.
....
I'll lend her some warm and loose clothes for her to wear. I also lent him some training pants (because that was all that fit).
Then I went to the kitchen to boil water for him, while he was in the room taking off his clothes and changing into a towel.
I took a pot of hot water to the bathroom, then I poured it into the tub. Then I added a little plain water, then measured the right temperature by dipping my hand into the tub.
The water is warm, and the temperature is right.
Now it remains only to call him...
'Tap tap tap' apparently he's headed here...
"Please," I told him to come in and put a small chair in front of me.
Of course, he had already taken off his clothes.
I hope at least he's wearing his pants.
He put his towel in the vestibule near the bathroom.
"I'm in."
I saw his white left foot enter the tiled floor followed by the right foot which started to take steps.
He approached me...
I closed my eyes for a moment because I had to make sure he wasn't completely naked.
He walked over, then sat down in the small chair in front of me. I started to open my eyes to look at his face (as long as not looking at the bottom).
He's not wearing his pants. But, he was still wearing shorts.
"Phew~" I was relieved.
*Thank God she understands, not naked*
My only intention was to help wipe it off.
"Please help." He said awkwardly.
I touched his hand for the first time, his fingers looked very elegant. The cut on his hand did close slightly.
"Ah!" he whispered, closing his eyes in pain.
"Sorry, maybe I'm a little harsh on this."
"Ah, it does feel a little sore. But keep going!" he said so glumly.
After I wiped my hands, I started to wipe his head and then rubbed his back.
Neither of us said anything.
....
When I started wiping the body, chest and—
I found a stab wound on his stomach...
"Eh, this is it!?"
He held my hand which was holding a small towel to wipe it "A-ah, that part will hurt so much." Wish I could wipe it slowly.
"I don't even dare to touch this—" Judging by it, it was certain that if I wiped that part it would hurt him.
"...."
"It's okay, just take it slow."
But!? I took a deep breath, then let it out.
All right... "I'll do it."
"Ahhh!!" she screamed in front of me! I feel guilty for hurting him.
This scar looks like it's still fresh.
"Hey, when did you get this wound?" If left untreated, these wounds will swell.
"Yesterday afternoon-"
"So...!?"
When he passed out for a long time at my house it was probably because of this injury!!
He looked away with a gloomy face.
"Maybe you could say, this wound is what makes my body weaker."
(Damn!!! That stomach wound can cause serious inflammation).
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Notes on important terms
Deja Vu: The phenomenon of feeling a strong sensation that an event or experience currently being experienced has already been experienced in the past.