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Aki looked at his phone; it was already past morning, and the time showed 1 o'clock. He suddenly remembered that today, Misaki and Sely were supposed to arrive. Thinking of this, he quickly drove home.
Upon reaching his house, he noticed that someone had already entered, but when he went inside, he didn't find anyone. However, he saw that his room and the floors were clean, and there was some laundry hanging outside.
At first, he suspected Sely, but then he realized it could also be Misaki. Deciding to check, he dialed Sely's number first... and it rang somewhere near the living room.
"Hmm, did she go out and leave her phone?" Aki wondered as he looked at the ringing phone. Sighing, he ended the call and decided to head upstairs to continue writing until Misaki arrived and Sely returned.
Inside his room, Aki resumed writing his novel.
Meanwhile, Misaki and Sely were with Kamiya, enjoying tea together.
"So, you're all here to work for Shijo?" Hina asked.
"Yes, Aunty," Misaki replied, while Sely remained quiet beside her.
A short while later, Ai also came downstairs.
Hina, feeling proud of herself, smiled inwardly. To gather more information about Aki, she had invited these girls over to her house when she noticed them near Aki's home.
For the sake of her daughter, Hina was ready to become a detective.
"So your name is Sely, right? You're the permanent maid, and Misaki is a temporary one? How does that work?" Hina asked, curious about Aki's family background and how they could afford maids in Japan.
"Um, I don't know much about Sely. We just started talking today, though we met once before. As for me, I only work on weekends," Misaki replied.
After hearing Misaki, everyone turned to Sely, prompting her to speak as well. "I was brought up in the Shijo household. My father is a driver for Master Shijo's father, and my mother is the retired head maid," Sely explained.
"Oh," Hina responded, realizing that Aki's family was indeed wealthy. Though they could guess that Aki came from a rich family, they didn't press further, thinking it might be rude.
Ai looked down at her feet, feeling oppressed and thinking that she wasn't on Aki's level. She sighed inwardly.
Noticing her daughter's mood, Hina sighed as well, thinking, 'I need to do something.'
Just then, Sely perked up. "I heard a bike. Maybe, Master is back. We should go," she suggested after hearing the engine sound.
"Thank you for the treat," Misaki said, bowing to thank the Kamiya family.
"It's okay. Tell Shijo-kun to join us for dinner tonight," Hina suggested, hoping to talk with Aki.
"I will," Misaki replied.
"Shijo-kun!" Misaki called out as she and Sely entered the house, finding no one on the first floor.
"In my room!" Aki shouted back from upstairs.
Hearing Aki's voice, both Sely and Misaki went upstairs to see him.
As they opened Aki's door, they saw him sitting at his desk, working on his laptop. Misaki, curious, walked closer to see what he was doing, while Sely, after briefly looking at Aki, headed back downstairs to prepare tea and some food for him.
"Hmm, are you writing something?" Misaki asked, observing Aki as he typed.
"Yeah, I write novels," Aki answered.
"Eh, how come I didn't know that?" Misaki wondered aloud.
Aki paused his typing for a moment to give Misaki a look as if questioning her intelligence.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Misaki complained, feeling self-conscious under his gaze.
"I mean, we've only met like two or three times. How do you expect me to share my entire routine with you?" Aki wasn't annoyed, just puzzled by her assumption.
"...What do you mean? Am I not important to you?" Misaki complained. "After you took my first kiss, I thought we were special," she muttered softly.
"Eh, but wasn't all of that started because you accused me, right?" Aki reminded her.
"...I know that..." Misaki sighed. "I'll head downstairs to help Sely," she said, realizing she might have overestimated her importance to him. She knew she had once accused Aki, and they hadn't spent much time together since.
She's just a worker here, and he's her employer. They're on different levels. I should just continue our relationship as boss and employee, Misaki thought to herself. But as she turned to leave, she was suddenly pulled back.
Aki pulled Misaki onto his lap, hugging her from behind. He whispered in her ear, "I'm already hooked on you, but as for your question—am I not important to you?—my answer is: make me."
"Try everything you have to prove yourself worthy, but don't expect me to be an ideal guy either. After all, you are my maid, and I have a real fetish for maids," Aki teased.
Misaki, who was already blushing from Aki's earlier comment, stammered, "Wha-what? Who would want to be with you, you idiot? Let go of me! Idiot, idiot, idiot!" She started to throw a tantrum, kicking and swinging her arms to break free from Aki's grip.
"I will if you give me a kiss," Aki said, before forcefully kissing her on the lips. Misaki tried to resist at first, but her efforts were futile. Her strength faded as the kiss continued. 'Why is my body not resisting this scumbag? Why am I letting him do as he pleases with me?' Misaki wondered, her thoughts accelerating with every second. ' Whatever, I'll think about this later', she decided, wrapping her arms around Aki's neck to support herself as she took the initiative to deepen the kiss.
Though Aki was surprised by Misaki's advances, he smiled inwardly. Holding Misaki by her thighs, he tossed them both onto the bed, with her on top of him. Aki wanted to see if she would continue even after he stopped initiating.
Misaki, aroused, didn't even notice they were on the bed already. Even though Aki had stopped, she continued to kiss him passionately. Aki guided her hand from his cheek down to his broad chest, where Misaki started unbuttoning his shirt.
After unbuttoning his shirt, Misaki paused, looking down at Aki's half-naked body. Her arousal grew, and she leaned down to kiss his chest, slowly caressing every part of it.
"Haha, that tickles," Aki chuckled, trying to control his laughter. Misaki responded by biting his nipple.
"Hey, stop, that tickles!" Aki complained.
Misaki looked at him with a smirk, feeling proud of what she'd accomplished. But when she tried to continue, Aki gently stopped her by holding her head with his hand.
"Misaki, are you drunk? Did you drink?" Aki asked, noticing her face turning red. At first, he thought she was just shy, but knowing her character, he realized things were getting out of hand.
"No..." Misaki replied as she touched the erect thing pressing against her from below.
"Yes, you are. Did you drink anything from my fridge?" Aki asked, even as Misaki continued unzipping his pants.
"Umm, fruit juice," she replied, inserting her hand and touching his warm, firm member. "It's hot and big," she exclaimed.
"That! Sigh... Don't drink anything from my fridge again. I'll buy a new fridge for you to keep your drinks," Aki sighed.
"Why, though? You're stingy. Why am I not allowed to drink your juices?" Misaki complained, continuing to stroke Aki's member.
"Well, all my drinks have alcohol in them, from a minimum of 2 percent to 100 percent," Aki explained as he stopped Misaki from continuing her handjob.
He sat up, kissed her on the lips, and laid her down. "We'll talk about this after you sober up, but for now, sleep here," he said, kissing her once more before dressing up and heading downstairs. "I'll bring some fruit to help you sober up," he added.
As she watched Aki's figure disappear downstairs, Misaki muttered, "Hmph, if you didn't like it, I won't do it again, Shijo, you idiot." Huffing, she looked at the sticky substance on her hand. Blushing, she brought her fingers to her mouth and whispered, "Salty."
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