Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

He has always disliked letting others down.

So he naturally sat down next to Shiratori Saki, and he was also very curious about how Chiya Mio would react to this scene.

Chiya Mio leaned back, her eyes darting between the two of them, revealing a hint of surprise.

Dominance level 9% - 10%

Is that really the case? Within her control, the more dangerous the situation, the more interested she becomes.

Then, she shifted her position and sat directly opposite Fujiwara Matsu, raising an eyebrow at him:

"No wonder you two were secretly dating behind my back, so you've gotten this close."

Her movements didn't stop at the table. Fujiwara Matsu felt a tickle on his calf. He looked down and saw that Chiya Mio had already taken off her shoes and placed them on his calf.

He looked up and saw Chiya Mio raising an eyebrow at him.

The maid on the other side did not remain unresponsive to his choice.

When Fujiwara Matsu chose to sit down next to her, she was startled and froze. She subconsciously moved to the side, then moved back a little bit, getting even closer than before.

"There's no such thing as a secret date. If you just ask me, Misaki-san, I'm not going to refuse."

Fujiwara Matsu didn't show any guilty expression, but his eyes were fixed on her, and then he gestured for her to stop.

The two were positioned on the outside, meaning their movements weren't obstructed by the tables and chairs. And... Chiya Mio didn't care; she still had her pride.

"Oh? Why didn't Matsu tell me?"

"after all……"

She stopped speaking there, and then gently kicked him twice.

He understood Chiya Mio's subtext—he was her slave, so naturally he should do as she said.

"Of course you can, but why would I do that?"

In front of Shiratori Saki, the two did not communicate directly and spoke in a somewhat veiled manner.

Just as Chiya Mio was about to say something, she was interrupted, and the waiter brought out the food at that moment.

Fujiwara Matsumoto reached out to take it, but Shiratori Saki, sitting on the inside, reacted faster and took the item first.

Two things hit him on the forehead; they were soft but surprisingly heavy.

After putting it down, Shiratori Saki blushed and glanced at Fujiwara Matsu, who was sitting there:

"Fujiwara-kun, could you please get up for a moment?"

He stood up, made way, and was then pushed inside by Shiratori Saki, who pressed him into the inner seat. Chiya Mio also moved her seat accordingly.

Afterwards, whatever else happened during the meal, the maid took care of it all.

"Oh? So, Matsu, what do you want me to do?"

"Didn't you suggest this yourself, Misaki-san?"

"Let me think..."

While she was thinking about it, Chiya Mio had already stretched out her leg and placed her foot on Fujiwara Matsu's thigh.

She tilted her head and winked at Fujiwara Matsu. Fujiwara Matsu didn't lower his head, but he felt Chiya Mio's foot nudge his thigh.

"You can do whatever you want."

Although she seemed to have made a very generous offer, Fujiwara Matsu understood from her actions that she meant that she could do whatever she wanted with her feet.

But he's tired of saying "foot fetish" all the time.

Just as he was about to move her leg away, Fujiwara Matsu noticed a gaze coming from Shiratori Saki beside him. The other person was staring intently at his thigh, even though Chiya Mio's movements were being suppressed under the table.

However, it can indeed be observed from Shiratori Saki's perspective.

Chiyo's amazing promise had clearly caught Shiratori Saki's attention; after all, just because she didn't speak didn't mean she wasn't listening.

So now she has discovered more.

Chiya Mio seemed to notice Shiratori Saki's gaze, and instead of pulling her foot back, she stretched out her other foot as well.

Her smile deepened, her gaze shifting between Shiratori Saki's expression and Fujiwara Matsu's.

He rested his chin on his hand, his expression full of amusement.

Fujiwara Matsu expressionlessly removed his foot from his body. Shiratori Saki, whose hand was hidden under the table, reached out, but still didn't extend it.

"Who would promise something like that, Misaki? Your conditions are very unrealistic."

His words were a double entendre, both responding to her literal statement and refuting her long-held impression that he was a foot fetishist—he really wasn't!

"Really? Okay then~"

The waiter brought out the food again, and Shiratori Saki instinctively wanted to take it and help the two of them do something, but...

She had barely made a move when Fujiwara Matsu pressed down on her shoulder.

Fujiwara no Matsu didn't like being served, and he didn't want Shiratori Saki to continue like this, so:

"Shiratori-senpai, you're on vacation today. You're not a maid anymore, you're Shiratori Saki. You don't need to serve us."

After saying that, he reached out and took the dishes that had just been served, placing them in a suitable position.

"Sazaki, Matsu is right. You're on vacation now, so there's no need for you to continue taking care of us like a maid."

After saying that, she demonstrated her point by refilling Shiratori Saki's empty cup.

She lowered her head, her hand hidden under the table gently clenching into a fist.

"I understand, thank you, Fujiwara-senpai, Misakura."

[Dominance: 25% - 28%] (Shiratori Saki)

[Dominance: 10%-11%] (Qianye Meibai)

Hmm? This sentence is so effective?

He never expected that his unintentional words would have such a good effect.

However, on the table, Chiya Mio started making moves again. This time, he stopped the other party's actions from the very beginning and reached out to grab Chiya Mio's foot.

Instead, the other person rubbed the sole of their foot against his hand, acting as if they were ready to be taken, which startled him so much that he quickly let go of their hand, and then he could only let the other person do as they pleased.

Lunch passed "peacefully" in this atmosphere.

In the afternoon, following Shiratori Saki's plan, the three went to the amusement park.

Because there were three of them, many activities didn't have the same romantic feel as a date, and without the privacy of tables and chairs, Chiya Mio was quite restrained.

After all, she wouldn't openly do anything strange with Fujiwara Matsu.

There was a little incident along the way. There was a shooting game booth in the amusement park, and I saw a doll that looked perfect. Fujiwara Matsu decided to give it a try.

However, Fujiwara Matsu didn't have much talent for shooting.

After trying twice and missing both times, he gave up. At that moment, Shiratori Saki walked over and took the air gun from his hand.

"Fujiwara-kun, leave it to me."

Shiratori Saki has thick calluses on her fingertips and between her thumb and forefinger, which don't look like the result of archery training, but rather like the marks of a "carbon-based biological cooler".

At this moment, Fujiwara Matsu also realized what shooting really meant.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

She still fired with effortless precision, hitting exactly where she aimed. After running out of bullets, she returned the air rifle to Fujiwara Matsu.

The shop owner gave him the doll he wanted.

"Senior Shiratori, this is for you."

Fujiwara Matsu handed the doll to Shiratori Saki and spoke with a smile.

"Um...this isn't Fujiwara-senpai, I can't—"

"This is your spoils."

At this moment, Chiya Mio approached with a hint of amusement, staring at Fujiwara Matsu with the same interest in her eyes, but he caught a glimpse of something different—disappointment, a fleeting moment of disappointment.

"Huh? I thought Song went to earn a gift for me, something that would be for me."

"Beautiful cherry..."

"No, I don't want it. This is a gift from Song, so please accept it."

Shiratori Saki instinctively hugged the small doll to her chest, a few pixels of a smile spreading across her face.

"Matsu~, there's a Ferris wheel over there, isn't that on the project proposal?"

"Let's go over there."

Chiya Misaki led the two to the bottom of the Ferris wheel. Since Shiratori Saki had searched for dating guides, this Ferris wheel was designed for couples, as it was set up for pairs.

Enclosed spaces can greatly facilitate the development of atmosphere.

"Hmm, so it's only possible to pair up?"

"Matsu~, who do you want to choose this time?"

Chiya Mio tilted her head and looked at him, blinking her eyes with an expectant expression.

Shiratori Saki lagged behind by two steps, her eyes filled with expectation as she looked at Fujiwara Matsu, since her mistress couldn't see her.