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"She just said bad things about you too." Makoto Takahashi smiled and raised the corners of his mouth.

"That's the truth."

"But there's no dance tonight, is there?"

Uesugi Maya was speechless. He pressed on, "How can you remain calm? Aren't you ashamed to be a maid in front of these people?"

"You have to accept the consequences of your bet."

Maya Uesugi's gaze remained calm as she struggled to maintain a composed expression.

In Tachimi Yuki’s view, is this kind of shameful thing also helping her grow?

Makoto Takahashi turned his gaze to the buffet table and said to Maya Uesugi, "I don't want to attend parties as an artist in the future and know nothing. Thank you for your help."

"Understood. First, dinner... regarding the meal..."

Under Maya Uesugi's guidance, Makoto Takahashi begins to learn about various unheard-of things, such as the appropriate distance for dining and conversation, and the selection and handling of topics, and gets to know classmates or upperclassmen whose names he had never heard of before.

Under the influence of his charm, everyone was polite and courteous, or elegant and polite. Takahashi Makoto gradually began to get used to chatting with strange women, and by the time the party was about to end, he was already quite witty and charming.

The birthday party proceeded in sequence. After Tachibana Yuki expressed her gratitude, the waitresses cut open a multi-tiered cake that resembled a wedding cake. There seemed to be a section for the wind band afterwards.

Takahashi Makoto had no interest. After seeing a familiar figure on the terrace, he briefly reviewed tonight's lesson with Uesugi Maya and walked over alone.

As he approached Kashima Reiko's back, a strong, intriguing gaze shot over him. Takahashi Makoto turned around and spread his hands in greeting.

Yuki Tachibana shook his head. He had no choice but to give up on Reiko Kashima and set off to chase after the young lady, arriving at a secluded small terrace.

The terrace, with its sparse lighting, was unusually quiet compared to the noisy banquet hall, shaded by foliage plants.

Makoto Takahashi closed the glass door, completely shutting out the noise. The bright moonlight shone down, turning the sea surface into a pristine white expanse.

"Actually, I'm not a gentle person. I can be quite cruel to Lengzi, can't I?"

Yuki Tachibana leaned against the balcony railing, squinting as she gazed up at the sky, her fingers unconsciously stroking her skin, which appeared coldly white in the moonlight.

"There's nothing I can do. Starting tomorrow, my mother will allow me to learn how to handle the family business again. I know I'm cold-blooded."

The tone of this sentence was not strong; it was as gentle as if it could be easily blown away by the wind from the night sky and the sea.

Makoto Takahashi took a breath as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, unable to describe his current feelings. He took a step forward and put his arm around Yuki Tachimi's slender waist from behind.

"Cheng-kun, would you like to go out with me?"

Yuki Tachibana brushed a strand of short, golden hair behind her ear and said in a distant, merciless, and cold voice, "I quite enjoy spending time with you doing nothing. With your support, work becomes much easier."

A powerful aura emanates from them, as if interacting with others is merely a choice made to improve their own efficiency.

"I'd also like to know about other aspects of Sachi, such as the cold and ruthless queen?" Takahashi Makoto politely declined.

"It sounds like Cheng-kun isn't tempted enough."

"Wouldn't it be inconvenient for me to come to your company?"

"No, I've said it before: don't worry about what I'm doing, whether I'm eating, sleeping, working, or slacking off. I'll be there whenever you need me."

Tachikawa Yuki turned to face him, reached out and tugged hard on his tie, his slightly narrowed blue eyes giving off a dangerous, unsettling feeling: "It would be best if I didn't scare you then."

"It sounds like an extremely cruel method," Makoto Takahashi joked.

"Let's leave this topic here, after all, the moonlight is beautiful tonight."

Tachibana Yuki gave her usual gentle smile, her sweet voice slightly husky, drawing people's gaze into her eyes: "Don't you want to kiss me, my boyfriend?"

His seductive tone eroded his reason, and Makoto Takahashi leaned closer. The two embraced under the moonlight, their foreheads touching.

"Until midnight."

"It was just a kiss."

They didn't part ways immediately, and both felt that the other had taken advantage of them.

Chapter 89 has no correct answer.

A night breeze from the sea swept across the terrace, and the number of people in the banquet hall gradually thinned out.

With a serious expression, Tachibana Yuki straightened Takahashi Makoto's suit collar, tightened his tie, and then inserted his slender index finger through the middle of the tie.

"You can loosen the collar by inserting your index finger into the tie."

As she said this, Makoto Takahashi's gaze fell on Yuki Tachimi's soft, moist lips, the lipstick staining the corners of her mouth making her fair face even more alluring.

He raised his wrist, glanced down at the cobalt blue dial, and saw that it was slightly past midnight.

This small gesture brought a meaningful smile to Tachibana Yuki's lips.

She pulled a silk handkerchief from Takahashi Makoto's breast pocket, wiped her mouth clean, casually stuffed it back in, and then looked up at him, asking, "I'm going back to the main family home tonight. Any regrets?"

"I'll take you there." Takahashi Makoto politely opened the glass door and gestured with his hand.

In the banquet hall, many people had already left. Several girls from the wind instrument club were sitting in the rest area playing board games; they were probably also students from outside the school.

"A lot of people must have asked for your contact information tonight," Tachimi Yuki asked.

"Fortunately, Line has a friend limit of 5000 people."

"Someone actually dares to want it?"

"Lust can cloud judgment, which is a limitation of all humankind."

Makoto Takahashi reached out and put his arm around her slender waist as they walked through the banquet hall: "Even I am no exception."

Upon hearing this, Tachibana Yuki revealed an ambiguous smile.

As soon as I stepped out of the banquet hall, Kashima Reiko, who had changed her clothes, came up to me and handed me a light coat with both hands.

After taking the car, Makoto Takahashi put his arm around Yuki Tachimi's shoulder and accompanied her downstairs until they got into the van they had used to come to the hotel the night before.

A gentle evening breeze rustled through the leaves of the lush beech trees in front of the hotel, creating a cool, rustling sound, and the air of the summer night grew increasingly ambiguous.

Makoto Takahashi and Yuki Tachibana exchanged glances for a moment. After Kashima Reiko got into the car and the door was closed, they each looked away, ultimately without saying goodbye.

The red taillights of the black minivan flashed as it drove further and further away, eventually disappearing from sight.

Makoto Takahashi turned and went back to the hotel, loosening his tie as he entered the elevator, intending to go back to his top-floor suite to sleep.

Pushing open the door, taking off her coat and tossing it casually into the wardrobe in the entryway, her figure lying on the sofa drew attention.

Under the bright lights of the living room, Maya Uesugi lay on her side on the soft black leather sofa. Her maid outfit, which she hadn't had time to take off, was wrinkled and messy, with the skirt hem lifted to her knees, revealing her calves encased in black stockings, their curves elegant.

On the black slate coffee table sat a bowl of vegetable salad, a plate of cheesy grilled corn, and a bowl of beef rice, which should have been her dinner, but it looked like she hadn't touched her chopsticks at all.

You must be exhausted.

Makoto Takahashi walked over quietly. Maya Uesugi lowered her head slightly, her delicate face looking somewhat tired, and a soft sigh escaped from her pink lips.

I started preparing for the birthday party a few days ago, and I didn't sleep well yesterday morning because I was handing over work with Kashima Reiko. During the banquet, I was still being taught various social etiquettes, and I didn't even have time to eat dinner.

The job of a maid is really hard.

Let's take her back to sleep.

Having made up his mind, Makoto Takahashi reached under Maya Uesugi's legs with one hand and supported her back with the other, carrying her in a princess carry.

Just as she straightened up and before she could take a step, Uesugi Maya suddenly opened her eyes, her caramel-colored eyes shooting out a cold gaze.

"She's so wary," Takahashi Makoto thought to himself, then looked down at her without a hint of guilt and said, "I'll take you back to your bedroom to sleep."

I'm still angry.

Uesugi Maya's gaze inadvertently swept over the unbuttoned shirt collar, noticing the clear bite marks on her neck. She put on a blatant expression of disgust: "I've told you many times, stay away from her. Rikka is a very dangerous woman."

The voice was very soft, but the tone was extremely sharp.

Makoto Takahashi almost forgot that Hakiya was still panting, but since she wasn't struggling, he'd figure out how to soothe her tomorrow.

"Eat or sleep?" he asked, changing the subject.

"sleep."

Which room?

Maya Uesugi pointed to the side, and Makoto Takahashi carried her into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, tucked her in, turned off the light, and left the room.

He was still unsure how to deal with them in the future.

But one thing is certain: Tatsumi Yuki took so much advantage of him, and he can't be let off so easily.

—She'll just hold onto that point.

It was sunny on March 8.

When I opened my eyes in the still somewhat unfamiliar bed, it was already bright outside the window. Thick cumulonimbus clouds were piled up over Tokyo Bay, and the dazzling summer sun shone on the sea.

Makoto Takahashi sat up in bed, yawned, raised his wrist and glanced at the clock; it was almost noon.

Why didn't Uesugi Maya come to wake me up today?

He threw off the covers, got out of bed, and pushed open the bedroom door. The suite's living room had been cleaned, as if no one had ever lived there.

Considering that Uesugi Maya was still angry about yesterday's events, there was no need to be surprised that she packed her things and left alone.

After going into the bathroom and washing up, I sat down at the dining table and picked up my tablet to order the hotel's lunch.

Just as he was about to place his order, the door clicked open. He turned around and saw Kashima Reiko pushing a food cart into the room.

"Good afternoon, Senior Reiko," Makoto Takahashi greeted lazily.

"Yes, the hotel kitchen is closed today, so I made lunch."

Kashima Reiko approached him calmly, setting out lunch as she said in a composed tone, "I sent you the young lady's original schedule for today this morning. She will tell you the details later."

"So, Maya has already gone back?" Makoto Takahashi took out his phone and opened Line.

Besides greetings from newly added friends last night, Kashima Reiko sent a schedule, but the plan had obviously changed, because before he woke up in the morning, Tachibana Yukiyuki kept sending messages to scold his subordinates for being idiots.

"They left after breakfast, taking Ms. Uesugi in her suit from yesterday with them."

Kashima Reiko pulled out a chair and sat down across the table from him, her turquoise eyes looking straight at him: "The band is free to do whatever they want today."

"So, did Reiko-senpai's tickets sell out?" Takahashi Makoto asked casually.

"Yes, friends from clubs and classes."

Although Kashima Reiko may seem dull and aloof, she is actually quite shrewd and can easily blend into different atmospheres and small groups by using different social masks.