The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Kirihara Akira opened her eyes, stretched lazily, got out of bed, and looked out the window.

There is a short poem in the forest garden, which was passed down from the previous head of the Mori family, Mori Akari's grandfather. It was written by the previous head of the family and is now kept in the vast sea of ​​books in the library.

There are also haiku adapted from tanka poems, but they are far inferior to the originals and have almost become rigid, formulaic flattery. The previous head of the family commented on them as "utter nonsense."

The poem praises the artificial hill, the babbling stream, and the magnificent yet awe-inspiring spirit. However, the author himself never entered the house, and the descriptions rely on his boundless imagination, much like how many people sing praises of love they have never seen, which is more illusory than a bubble.

It's hard for someone who hasn't experienced it firsthand to imagine what it feels like.

Like a painting, those who step into it become figures in the painting. It is a place where the Mori family's ideological orientations are condensed, which cannot be explained in a few words, but best reveals the gulf in people's hearts.

I wonder if those two little girls raised in this kind of place will grow up to be like Mori Akari.

"Seeing you so energetic makes me feel relieved."

Kirihara Akira pulled herself out of her reverie, turned her head, and saw Asahi Kasane dressed in proper maid attire, bowing to her.

She spoke while looking at the part of the man that should be most energetic in the morning.

Kirihara Akira made no attempt to hide anything, letting her see him openly, then rolled her eyes and said, "What are you doing here?"

She bowed again and said humbly, "By order of Madam, I will be your personal maid from now on. I will take care of your daily life, including meals, washing, dressing, and even..."

Asahi Kasano licked her lips with a seductive air, the unspoken message of which was self-evident.

"You never learn," Kirihara Akatsuki said. "Last time you tried this trick, you almost got yourself kicked out of the house. And now you're doing it again. Do you think you're brave?"

"This time is different from last time." Asahi Kasano smiled.

Asahi and Kazusa possess undeniable beauty. Their oval faces are round and full, delicate and fair, with a natural rosy glow, like fine porcelain radiating a warm light. Their deep black hair reaches their shoulders, possessing a gentle beauty like jade.

She was two years older than Mori Kiyoha and had a completely different temperament from the second young lady. When they were not enemies, her gentle maternal instincts almost overflowed. To Kirihara Akira, who knew her true nature, this maternal instincts were like sweet bait on a fishing hook.

"What's different?" Kirihara Akatsuki said. "You're not going to tell me you're being sincere this time, are you?"

"That's fine." Asahi Kasana's lips curled into a smile as she stepped forward to Kirihara Akira's side and said, "But you have to agree to one condition first."

Kirihara Akira sat on the bed, looking up at Asahi Kasane, and said, "Speak."

Asahi Kasane sat down next to him, so close that Kirihara Akira could smell the fragrance of her breath on his earlobe: "I hope you will stay away from the Second Miss."

Kirihara Akira tilted his head, their faces now touching. He laughed and said, "You really do hate me."

"You've misunderstood." Asahi Kasana stood up, put her hands behind her back, intertwined two fingers together, and said as if somewhat embarrassed, "I have no problem with you, including when you first came into the house, I didn't dislike you either."

Not to mention, you saved me some time ago, allowing me to stay in this home. I am truly grateful to you.

Kirihara Akira stared at her, trying to find any trace of a lie on her face, but there was none; she was perfectly honest.

She said, "Everything I've done is for the second young lady. In this family, there are often people who want to join the ranks of the wealthy, or who are already wealthy. You know, being the daughter of a wealthy family is not an easy thing. All sorts of things can happen, and she often has no choice in what she does."

Without needing much explanation, Kirihara Akira immediately conjured up common scenarios like political marriages in his mind.

"She didn't have many choices growing up." Asahi Kasana lowered her eyelashes and said sadly, "I want to see her as she was when she was little, able to laugh freely and carefree."

"So you think I came to this house to steal her away," Kirihara Akira said with a smile. "That's why you colluded with Kurokawa to fabricate some dirt on me and kick me out."

"What happened back then was very offensive. Whatever punishment you want to give me is my own fault." Asahi Kasana looked at him intently. "But I hope you can understand that you and the Second Miss are from two different worlds."

A hint of sarcasm gradually crept onto Kirihara Akira's lips.

Despite all the talk of respect and gratitude, Asahi and Kanade's inherent arrogance was impossible to hide.

A loyal dog serves its master for a moment, and then it picks up that bit of its master's arrogance, which it can't wash away.

Thinking of this, Kirihara Akira looked at her and said, "You have no right to negotiate with me. What can you do if I insist on getting close to her?"

"There's no other way," Asahi Kasano said bluntly. "However, please don't be angry, I have another suggestion."

"You've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve," Kirihara Akira sneered.

"My condition remains unchanged: you and the second young lady must keep your distance."

Just then, a maid pushed a food cart outside, bringing breakfast. Asahi Kasane interrupted her conversation, went over to take the food cart, dismissed the maid, and closed the door.

Asahi Kasane took a coffee from the food cart, handed it to Kirihara Akira, and said, "But if you're not interested in me... I can help you pursue someone else."

Kirihara Akira took the coffee, sipped it, and said, "Chasing someone else? Who are you chasing?"

"Young Miss."

"puff."

Kirihara Akatsuki's coffee, which she had just taken a sip of, instantly sprayed out, soaking Asahi Wakana's maid outfit.

Asahi Kasane had a mischievous grin on her face, making one suspect that she deliberately served the coffee at the exact time.

She said, "Listen to me, I grew up with these two young ladies, and no one knows them better than me in every way."

"I can guarantee that they are exactly the same in many ways: age, face shape, height, habits, and... size and even shape."

Size can be estimated by sight, but how do you know the shape? Kirihara Akira was somewhat speechless.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Asahi Kasane promoted even more enthusiastically: "I'm serious, compared to the hard muscles on the Second Miss's body, which she trains regularly, the Eldest Miss is soft and squishy when you hug her, and the touch is quite nice. She's also gentle. In comparison, the Second Miss is simply a tigress."

"Haha." Kirihara Akatsuki laughed and said, "You wait, next time I see the Second Miss, I'll repeat your evaluation of her just like that."

This was an unexpected answer. Asahi and Kanade's faces fell, and they stammered, "Then, then let's not."

Kirihara Akira couldn't help but chuckle and said, "You might have some misunderstanding about me. Actually, I prefer to be passive."

Asahi Kasane blinked, lifted her skirt, placed her white-socked feet on the bed, and said, "Then how about..."

"What are you thinking?" Kirihara Akatsuki said irritably, "What I mean is, no matter what you think, I have never provoked the Second Miss. And according to your own logic, the Second Miss and I are not from the same world, so how could we possibly be on the same page as her twin sister?"

Asahi and Kanade opened their mouths, but were immediately silenced.

Kirihara Akira said, "And you haven't actually thought about what kind of person Mori Kiyoha is at all."

Speaking of this, Asahi Kasane retorted, "No one in the world understands that extremely awkward young lady better than me."

"That statement proves you don't understand her," Kirihara Akira said with a smile. "She's very awkward, but she's also very frank in some ways. You can't stop or control what kind of friends she chooses. Believe me, if she really wanted to be friends with me, even if I avoided her, she would definitely ask me about things clearly before tearing me apart."

Do you want to see that kind of scene? Is that the outcome you desire?

Asahi and Kazuo had nothing to say.

She was fully aware of this and knew she couldn't convince Mori Kiyoha, so everything she did was done behind the Second Miss's back.

If Asahi Kasane could have really persuaded Mori Kiyoha, the events of the past few days would never have happened.

Asahi Kasano's chest rose and fell slightly, the buttoned-up collar tugging at the left and right sides, revealing glimpses of her fair skin.

She said, "What I want to protect is this awkward and willful girl, who is also naive and doesn't know anything about the world. Just promise me, and I'll figure out what to do next."