Chapter 7

"Stop... Master..."

"Anything... you'll listen to me, right?"

Rinka, the maid, weakly resisted.

I ignored it, grabbed Rinka by the shoulders, and gently pushed her onto the bed.

"Mm, Master... Mm!"

I nibbled on her left ear, and she let out a sweet sigh.

No one could stop us now.

I stared intently at Rinka's wet eyes.

"Ahh..."

She averted her gaze.

Usually so proactive in showing her affection, she now froze like a frightened fawn.

The contrast made my heart race.

"Rinka... look at me."

"..."

I placed my hand on Rinka's cheek and turned her face toward me.

Her moist black eyes reflected my face.

"...Wato-kun..."

Her voice trembled slightly.

Was it rejection or just nervousness?

Either way, it didn't matter.

My mind was focused on the luscious lips in front of me.

Feeling Rinka's warm breath on my nose, I slowly moved my lips closer—this was just my fantasy, and I was actually waiting patiently for Rinka's homemade meal in the dining room.

...Ha, a weak, otaku like me could never pull off something like that, right?

My imagination has its limits.

Rinka, dressed as a maid, stood in the kitchen.

I could see her skillfully flipping a pan.

She seemed to be making an omelet rice.

Maybe she was inspired by a maid café.

Would she write something with ketchup? Maybe a heart?

Whatever it was, Rinka in a maid outfit cooking was very attractive.

I watched her back silently.

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"Sorry, Wato-kun—Master..."

Even Rinka couldn't hide her embarrassment. She looked half-embarrassed, half-happy.

She placed a beautifully shaped, oval omelet rice on the table, with something drawn in ketchup.

What could it be?

I hoped it was a heart.

I leaned in to take a look and was stunned.

"...It's... my face...!"

Indeed, it was my face, Aizawa Wato's.

Not a caricature, but a somewhat realistic drawing.

Actually, it looked a bit enhanced.

Twenty percent more handsome.

"H-How is it, Master? I've been practicing for this day..."

"Amazing. It looks like a delicious omelet rice."

"...I wanted you to praise the drawing..."

"Wow, it's so good! It really looks just like me! Thank you!"

Rinka looked sad and lowered her head, so I quickly praised her.

The drawing was just a bonus.

Look at this omelet rice.

It had no burn marks or cracks, and its surface shone golden.

It was the perfect rugby ball shape.

"Actually, I put something special in this Wato-kun omelet rice... hehe."

—No way.

Rinka, with a sticky gleam in her eyes, had a strangely eerie smile.

"Last time with the fried rice, what was that special something?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you. But don't worry, it's not something noticeable."

Could it be red? Maybe it's mixed in with the ketchup?

I couldn't ask such a silly question...

I held a spoon in my right hand, staring at the omelet rice, frozen.

What should I do?

It looked delicious.

The drawing of my face was amazing.

No complaints.

...Okay, I'll eat it.

I'll trust Rinka.

She wouldn't put anything strange in it, right?

"Wait, Master. I'll feed you."

"That's a bit embarrassing."

"Please. I want to do anything to make you happy."

"If you insist..."

For some reason, I was the one being persuaded.

But being called "Master" makes a man agree to anything.

Very simple.

I handed the spoon to Rinka.

But Rinka froze just before dipping the spoon into the omelet rice.

"Rinka? What's wrong?"

"N-No... I can't..."

"Huh?"

"Wato-kun omelet rice is so cute... I can't bear to break it!"

"Then why did you draw it? It's not helping anyone, right?"

I wouldn't be satisfied, the omelet rice wouldn't be eaten, and Rinka would cry...

What is this, chaos?

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After that farce, I finished the omelet rice, savoring it.

During the meal, Rinka wiped ketchup from the corner of my mouth with her finger and licked it, nearly stopping my heart.

I would never forget the innocent smile she had when she licked it.

"Wato-kun—Master. Let's play a game after dinner."

"Game?"

"Yes. Let's play rock-paper-scissors, and if you win, I'll give you a prize."

"Prize... Okay, let's do it."

This also felt like a maid café.

I've never been to one, but I've seen them on TV.

"Here we go."

We played rock-paper-scissors.

Rinka chose rock, and I chose paper.

I won easily.

I was excited to see what I would get when Rinka started to take off her knee-high socks.

And then—

"Of course, Master. Here, my freshly taken-off knee-high socks."

"Rock-paper-scissors! What are you doing, Rinka!"

"I'm just giving you the prize as promised."

"Seriously...?"

"Let's continue, shall we?"

"Continue? How many more times?"

"U-Until I'm not wearing the maid outfit, I guess."

Rinka, blushing, hugged herself.

Her gesture and the exposed right leg without the knee-high sock were quite erotic.

"No, Rinka. Let's play a healthier game. This... it's getting too dangerous."

We might end up in an 18+ situation.

This isn't how high school couples should play.

"But... I heard boys like black underwear, so I put it on..."

"Black...?"

So she was wearing black underwear under that maid outfit...!

"Master... do you want to continue the game?"

"G-Gah... No! I won't...!"

I rejected it, feeling like I was cutting into my soul.

This kind of game is wrong.

It's not healthy.

We should start with something more normal!

"Who told you about the black underwear—wait, it's obvious, right? Saki?"

"No, it's Nanae."

"Ah, Nanae... Wait, what?!"

"Just kidding."

"Phew! That's a relief! I was really scared!"

Normally, I wouldn't believe it for a second, but with Nanae, there's a slight possibility.

The Mizuki family is that eccentric.

"Hey, Master... is there anything you want me to do?"

Rinka looked at me with hopeful eyes.

She seemed to want an order.

"Nothing... in particular."

"Really? Anything at all."

Anything.

When a girl says that, it's hard not to think of something pink.

Rinka probably said it with that in mind.

She must have gotten some advice from Kaori.

"Master..."

"Um, well... then..."

"Then?"

"Cat ear headband... do you have one?"

"...Huh?"

Before I knew it, I had said that.

Probably because I was thinking about the maid café I saw on TV.

I remembered they had introduced a cat ear maid.

"I think... I might have one in my sister's room. And a collar too..."

"Then, can you... please?"

"O-Okay."

Rinka, flustered, quickly went to Kaori's room.

"What have I asked for..."

Now I realize.

Making a cool idol wear a cat ear maid outfit.

I was definitely taking a step into the realm of perversion.