Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

Of course Fujii Itsuki had the evidence. He had kept the recording of Matsumoto Yuriko telling the truth carefully.

"Go to the tax bureau with you to report it?"

"What a joke!"

Matsumoto Arina, who was immersed in Fujii Itsuki's words, was stunned and even ignored Fujii Itsuki's hand that wanted to pull her up.

"That's 4.5 billion yen!"

A hint of bitterness flashed across Matsumoto Arina's pretty face.

She had just scolded Matsumoto Yuriko for being a spendthrift in the morning, but she didn't expect that this woman would leave her such a big surprise.

"...It's over!"

Could it be that the huge Matsumoto Group can no longer maintain its dignity?

Matsumoto Arina's eyes were moist, as if she had foreseen the end of the Matsumoto Group disappearing, and two lines of tears slowly slid down her delicate and beautiful face.

"do not talk……"

In order to prevent the Matsumoto Group from withdrawing from the Tokyo business world, Matsumoto Arina chose the same approach as her mother Matsumoto Yuriko.

"Make a price."

"Don't you just want money?"

She glared at Fujii Itsuki's face with disgust, as if she could faintly smell a worldly odor of money from him.

"Ten million?"

"Or twenty million?"

"A commoner like you in the lower town has probably never seen so much money in your life!"

Hearing what Matsumoto Aruna said, Fujii Itsuki looked down at her with a look of a fool, her pretty face that was no less delicate than Shimizu Rin's.

"What a self-righteous, out-of-touch rich girl!"

"In that case..."

"What, is it too little?"

"If it's not enough, I can add more. As I said, just treat it as feeding..."

"Huh——" Her chin was suddenly pinched by a hand, and Matsumoto Arina was deprived of the right to speak before she could finish her words.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in Miss Youcai's money. What I'm really interested in is..."

Fujii Itsuki's eyes moved downward, passing over the graceful figure hidden under Matsumoto Arina's light pink pajamas.

In addition to perfectly inheriting her mother Yuriko Matsumoto's good looks, Arina Matsumoto, who is 1.65 meters tall, has a curvaceous figure and a slim body.

Sensing his aggressive gaze, Matsumoto Arina subconsciously hugged her arms and protected herself behind her.

Unexpectedly, Fujii Itsuki not only did not make any excessive movements, but instead withdrew his hand, squatted down and looked at her with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, I said I won't do anything to a loser like you."

"You..." Matsumoto Arina gritted her teeth.

"I'm pretty and rich, how can I be considered a loser?"

"What are you?"

Fujii Itsuki reached out and lifted her snow-white chin, looking down at this face that was still full of pride even though he had taught her a lesson three times.

There is no such thing as a third time. This time, he will completely crush all of Matsumoto Yuina's arrogance!

"Thirty million, I can add another ten million, that's all!"

Forced to raise her chin and look at Fujii Itsuki, Matsumoto Arina casually reported a string of numbers like a cabbage seller on the roadside.

"I said it's not about the money."

"So what do you want, a house or a car?"

"This..."

A smile appeared on Fujii Itsuki's handsome face. As they looked into each other's eyes, he said softly to Matsumoto Arina: "Miss Arina, you have been a rich lady for so many years. You must be tired of it by now."

"In that case..."

He moved his thin lips and spoke with interest into Matsumoto Arina's moist and beautiful eyes.

"I want you to volunteer to be my maid for once!"

“Maid?!”

"Beep——"

It was as if the world had silenced my ears, leaving only the boy's voice.

Arina Matsumoto fell into a bottomless abyss. The feeling of weightlessness spread throughout her body, and layers of echoes floated and reverberated repeatedly in her brain.

"...Don't even think about it!"

Her eyes widened in anger and she yelled at Fujii Shujiao.

"How could I possibly be a maid for a commoner like you?"

"…Then there's nothing to talk about." Fujii Itsuki kept smiling, stood up and put his hands in his coat pockets.

"Bye, Miss Arina."

"See you at the tax office later."

As he spoke, he took a step and strode towards the gate.

"Wait... wait a minute!" Matsumoto Arina almost subconsciously stretched out her slender hand and grabbed the trouser leg of Fujii Itsuki.

Tears welled up in my eyes and complex emotions were like tangled headphone wires, struggling in my heart.

In order to preserve the last bit of dignity of the Matsumoto family and prevent her father's hard work from disappearing in the long river of history, Matsumoto Yuina's lips trembled. Although she was extremely reluctant, she still had to open her mouth and agree: "Don't... don't go!"

"Isn't it okay for me to be the boss?"

……

"call--"

In the cloakroom of the second bedroom of the Matsumoto residence, the temperature was low, and the air from the air conditioner slowly seeped in from the gap under the door.

Matsumoto Arina couldn't help but shiver, not sure if it was because the temperature was too cold or she was too nervous.

With trembling hands, she picked up a black and white, exquisitely crafted, classical maid dress from the wall.

This was a souvenir that Arina Matsumoto had specially customized at a local tailor shop when she traveled to Europe two years ago. Even after such a long time, she has never worn it once.

"Screw rustle..."

She took off her loose and comfortable light pink pajamas, and in front of Fujii Itsuki, Matsumoto Arina bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, suppressing her shame and changing into a black and white maid dress.

After tying the ribbon of her skirt, she frowned, picked up the white lace stockings, and slowly put them on her slender calves.

After doing all this, it was as if she had been executed. Matsumoto Arina was in agony, and the hatred in her eyes almost overflowed from her sockets.

Just as she stretched out her slender hand to the last accessory of her maid's dress, the pure white lace headband, a tall and beautiful hand suddenly got in front of her.

"I have to admit that Miss Arina is born to be a maid."

The boy's fresh voice came to her ears. It was obviously a boast, but to Matsumoto Arina it sounded more like a mockery.

She gritted her teeth and glared at Fujii Itsuki with shame and anger.

But the other person smiled gently, as if he was comforting an unruly wild cat, and gently pressed the hairband over her head.

"Ho-"

In an instant, a tremendous force came.

Matsumoto Arina's pupils seemed distorted. The dignity and pride of being a rich lady for more than ten years seemed to be completely overwhelmed by the headband weighing dozens of grams!

"Woooooooo..."

Tears welled up in his eyes again, and the whole world was isolated. Only the boy's handsome face and the smile that belonged to a winner were left.

Fujii Itsuki continued to smile, and reached out and ruffled Matsumoto Arina's soft chestnut hair as if stroking a pet.

After thinking for a few seconds, he slowly uttered a word: "...Be good."

……

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Chapter 259 Canon (Two in One)

The palm above her head felt warm, but Matsumoto Arina could only feel the chill that penetrated her body to the bone.

Next to the ribs, the moist and soft heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and an indescribable sense of shame gradually spread from the bottom of my heart to my whole body.

Matsumoto Arina grasped the lace hem of her maid's skirt tightly with her two slender hands, and her lower lip seemed to be bitten through. She raised her delicate face and stared at Fujii Itsuki with a pair of tearful eyes.

"…I have already done so!"

"Are you satisfied now?"

Although she was saying words of obedience, her pretty face showed a completely different expression of disgust. In her beautiful eyes as bright as autumn water, there was a deep look of disgust, and she had no intention of hiding it from Fujii Itsuki.

Hearing the voice of Matsumoto Aruna, Fujii Itsuki smiled slightly, withdrew his hand from the other person's head, and looked directly at the girl standing in front of him.

A pure white headband holds down her long chestnut hair that has been dyed, revealing a neat, beautiful face that looks as if it was carefully carved. She wears a well-tailored black and white classical maid dress, outlining her perfect and exquisite figure behind the dress.

Two slender thighs are wrapped in white silk lace over-the-knee socks, which are slightly tight, just like the blank space in paintings, literature and art, leaving an absolute area between the over-the-knee socks and the skirt hem that is very imaginative.

"Miss Youcai, please stop joking..."

“It’s just the beginning.”

Looking down at that handsome face, Fujii Itsuki's voice had a hint of teasing.

“Just…just started?!”

Matsumoto Arina's expression froze for a moment, and before she could come to her senses, she heard him continue, "I remember when we first met, Miss Arina seemed to ask me to kneel down and hold your shoes for you."

"In that case..."

The corners of Fujii Itsuki's mouth rose into a beautiful arc, and he pointed to the door in a commanding tone and said, "Go, get me a basin of hot water. I want to soak my feet."

"Footbath?!"

"Fujii Itsuki, don't go too far!"

She clutched the lace hem of her maid's skirt and couldn't hold back the angry words that came out of her mouth.

“…I knew it!”

"If you continue to tolerate this bastard, he will only become more aggressive!"

Matsumoto Yuina frowned deeply, while Fujii Itsuki opposite her still looked calm and composed.

"Excessive?"

"Compared to Miss Youcai who called two bodyguards to block people in the street when a disagreement occurred, my method is already very merciful."

He kept smiling, without any intention of forcing Matsumoto Yuina, and opened the door of the cloakroom and walked past her into the bedroom.

"Please go ahead, Miss Yucai."

"Of course you can refuse."

As they passed each other, the young man's confident voice was heard. Matsumoto Arina felt complicated, as if her heart was grabbed and squeezed hard by someone.

“Damn it…”

"Why does this bastard look like he has me in his grasp?"

Standing there for a few seconds was like opening Pandora's box. Once something starts, you can't stop it just by your own will.

"but……"

"I've already changed into a maid skirt. If I change my mind now, wouldn't that mean I'm giving up halfway?"