Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

Taking a deep breath, Shiratori Saki turned her head and said something earnestly to Chiya Mio, giving a slight bow.

"Miss, I went to the Ferris wheel with Fujiwara-kun."

Before Chiyo could answer, she took two steps toward Fujiwara Matsu. Facing his outstretched hand, she hesitated for a moment, then instead of taking his hand, she pulled his wrist and gently led him forward.

Watching the two figures walk away, Chiya Mio's eyes revealed an interesting look. She didn't think Shiratori Saki would get out of control, so she didn't care.

A toy was transformed into a new toy...

As the event was about to end, the queue had thinned considerably, and the two quickly boarded the Ferris wheel. However, Shiratori Saki was clearly a little nervous, and after entering the cabin, she huddled in a corner.

Although the sound of the cabin lock closing was not loud, it still startled Shiratori Saki.

"Senior Shiratori, don't be so nervous, I'm not going to eat you."

Shiratori Saki seemed somewhat comforted by these words, relaxed a little, and left the wall, still holding the doll in her arms.

"Um, Fujiwara-kun, is there something you want to tell me privately?"

She stammered a little because of nervousness. Fujiwara Matsu thought about it and decided not to ask the question he originally wanted to ask. It would be better to let her relax first.

"Today's arrangements are great, Shiratori-senpai."

"Really? That's great! I was worried you wouldn't like it."

She visibly relaxed, looking down at the doll and the new shoes that were stretching out.

"Although it's not a gift, thank you very much, Fujiwara-kun. I really like these things."

"It was a gift, but at the time, it wasn't convenient to say it directly in front of Misaki."

Although the dolls behind it were somewhat of a pretext, they could still be considered a gift. Fujiwara Matsu thought that by showing goodwill in this way, the maid in front of him would be less wary.

but……

Her face felt like it was burning; she lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

It seems like it's backfired?

【支配度28%——30%——29%——31%——30%】

No, what exactly are you thinking about?

Watching the erratic movements of the control unit, it was hard for Fujiwara Matsu not to keep his attention on her.

After a while, Shiratori Saki's dominance stabilized, and she finally looked up at Fujiwara Matsu.

She looked up and saw his staring gaze. Her instinct was to look away, but after hesitating for a moment, she slowly moved back.

"I... I'll reciprocate next time. Fujiwara-kun, what kind of gift would you like?"

"Hmm? You shouldn't ask others about this kind of thing; the surprise of the unknown is the most important thing."

"But you can do whatever you want, Shiratori-senpai. I'll be happy with whatever you give me."

"No... I won't do it casually!"

"Then I'll look forward to it."

After this little incident, the atmosphere between the two relaxed, and Shiratori Saki no longer seemed so tense, allowing Fujiwara Matsu to get to the topic she originally wanted to discuss.

"By the way, does Shiratori-senpai practice archery during lunch break?"

"Hmm... I'm there during lunch break, and most of the time, I go after school too."

"Really? I thought Misaki went to see you during her lunch break."

"No, Miss will call me directly when she needs me."

"So, what did Misaki-san do during that lunch break?"

"I don't know either."

Not getting the answer he expected, Fujiwara Matsu was not discouraged. Instead, he became even more curious and unconsciously tapped his fingers on the chair.

A schedule arranged in a way that is completely unknown to others? That's intriguing.

However, not wanting Shiratori Saki to dwell on the matter, he casually brought it up and changed the subject.

Just as he was about to chat about everyday things, he remembered the girl's expression when she received the shoes and dolls earlier that day.

She made such a serious plan, but it ended up being a three-person trip. She probably won't be happy about that, right?

So what he said became:

"Oh, by the way, things went a little wrong with this date because of Misakura-san. So, Shiratori-senpai, would you like to reschedule for another time?"

"Um?"

"That's right, let's find another time for you to do what you originally wanted to do, Shiratori-senpai."

His words were flat, after all, he never considered this a date, and Shiratori Saki never intended it that way either.

However, Shiratori Saki sees things differently now.

Huh?! Is Fujiwara-kun inviting me to another date?

She had already implicitly accepted that this action meant a date, so her head, which had just cooled down, started burning again.

"Uh, Fujiwara-senpai, if you don't mind, I... I... I, of course, no problem."

Dominance level: 30% - 34% - 31% - 32%

Wait, why did it go up again, and by such a large amount at once? Is it like a roller coaster ride?

Noticing Shiratori Saki's flushed face, Fujiwara Matsu raised an eyebrow. It seemed that the maid in front of him was not so dull and rigid, but rather very cute, with a lot of inner monologues.

"Well, let's make it another time. Shiratori-senpai definitely won't have time next weekend. Let's talk about it next time when she's free."

"Next week is fine too!"

Shiratori Saki's reaction was unusually strong, as if she was afraid that Fujiwara Matsu would forget after a while.

"If Shiratori-senpai doesn't mind having three people together, I wouldn't mind either."

Reflecting on today's experience, she felt that the three of them weren't so bad, but then she looked up at Fujiwara Matsu.

"Then, I'll find time next time. Fujiwara-kun, remember to make time for me!"

Just then, the Ferris wheel reached its highest point, and Fujiwara Matsu turned his gaze back from the window:

"It definitely will."

Under the Ferris wheel, Chiya Mio raised the hand that had just touched Fujiwara Matsu, examined it carefully, and clenched it slightly, as if she were holding hands with something again.

Next time, I'll try again. It felt pretty good.

The sound of footsteps drew closer. She turned her head and saw Shiratori Saki and Fujiwara Matsu walking back side by side, even closer than before.

She subconsciously frowned, staring at Shiratori Saki, before calming down.

"It's time to go now, Misaki-san."

"Okay, let's go home."

…………

Under the light of the lamp, Fujiwara Matsu was writing something in his notebook:

"Detailed personality of Chiya Mio: She pursues pleasure, has a certain desire for control, hates losing control, seeks maximum stimulation, has a wicked sense of humor, and has certain cognitive deficiencies."

After thinking carefully for a moment, he added, "He has a strong possessive desire for all things."

The handwriting on the next line is very fresh; it's clearly just written:

"Gifts that can be given: Handmade items with unique meaning (?), or items that represent submission (?)"

He casually crossed out the second option.

Wearing a silk nightgown, Chiya Mio sat on the bed, looking at her hands, and subconsciously pressed them against her face.

Shake hands? Maybe next time?

The girl covered half of her face with her hand, feeling a slightly burning heat in her palm. She didn't even realize it, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Shiratori Saki, already fast asleep, was holding a small doll in her arms.

Beside her bed lay a pair of black flat leather shoes, neatly arranged. Not far away was an open shoebox, inside which were the shoes she had worn during the day.

"Fujiwara-kun..."

This was her rambling in her sleep.

…………

Monday, lunch break.

Fujiwara Matsu grabbed Chiya Misaki's foot, pinned her against the table, stared intently at her, and pressed close to her, gently rubbing his nose against hers.

He's not a foot fetishist, really not; it's just that Chiya Mio always teases him like that.

Faced with his counterattack, Chiyo Mio's face showed her usual expectation and amusement, as if she felt no ripples of emotion until Fujiwara Matsuma kissed her.

"Mikura-san?"

The phone rang, and Chiya Mio forcefully broke free from him, turning to look at her phone. After recognizing the caller, she caught a glimpse of smugness in the other person's eyes.

It's like the pleasure of winning against an opponent of equal value; it's a mockery of the opponent and a recognition of oneself.

In his memory, this girl never needed to be proud; she was perfect enough on her own.

Because they were close enough, even though Chiyo tried to hide it, he could still see the phone screen, which displayed a name.

"Ichinomiya Satsuki".

This is a girl's name. I vaguely remember Fujiwara Matsu, but I can't recall where I've seen her before.

He tried hard to recall, and vaguely remembered seeing it on a second-year student's report card, but it was just a fleeting glimpse. After all, it was a second-year student, and he didn't need to pay attention to it.

Let's go take a look later.