Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

With the idea of going all the way, Matsumoto Arina helplessly comforted herself in her heart.

"Click——"

The lace skirt moved without wind, and the long and slender thighs under the skirt stepped out, and the soles of the feet wrapped in white silk stepped on the smooth and cold floor.

Matsumoto Arina opened the door and turned to walk towards the indoor bathroom in the bedroom.

……

"Patter--"

Hot water flowed from the faucet in the middle of the sink. Matsumoto Arina searched for a long time at home before she found a wooden barrel that could hold water in the utility room.

"I'd better burn you to death, you bastard!"

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom sink, Matsumoto Arina turned on the faucet and poured hot water into the wooden barrel while secretly cursing someone in her heart.

"hiss--"

The half-meter-high wooden barrel was about two-thirds full, and Matsumoto Arina reached her slender hand into the steam to test the water temperature.

The temperature is moderate, not too hot at all.

“…Damn it!”

Matsumoto Arina stamped her feet lightly in frustration.

In order to ensure safety when bathing, the temperature of the bathroom water heater can generally only reach a maximum of 50 degrees Celsius, while the water temperature in the wooden barrel should be around 45 degrees Celsius, which is just right for foot soaking.

"That bastard got a good deal!"

After secretly cursing Fujii Itsuki in her heart, Matsumoto Arina picked up the wooden bucket with both hands and staggered out of the bathroom.

In the spacious bedroom separated only by a door, Fujii Itsuki was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, looking calm and composed like a medieval noble lord.

"Hum——" Putting down the heavy wooden barrel, Matsumoto Arina supported her knees with her hands, half-knelt in front of Fujii Itsuki, and took a few deep breaths.

She sat in the detention room all night without sleep last night. She was so weak that she couldn't muster any strength at all.

"Here, Fujii Itsuki, the hot water you requested..."

Standing up, looking at the boy in front of him who was sitting in a relaxed manner, without a trace of strangeness, as if he was at home, Matsumoto Arina said weakly.

"Ah."

Looking down at the wooden barrel that was emitting steam, Fujii Itsuki had a calm expression, raised an eyebrow and asked Matsumoto Arina, "What did you call me just now?"

"Fuji...Fujii Itsuki, what's wrong?"

"It seems that Miss Youcai has not figured out her identity yet..."

Fujii Itsuki smiled nonchalantly, his eyes passing over the waist-cinching classic maid skirt that Matsumoto Arina was wearing.

"Just to remind you, you are my maid now. What do you think you should call me?"

He sat on the soft edge of the bed, supporting his chin with one hand and leaning forward slightly.

"……asshole!"

Matsumoto Arina, who has been outstanding since childhood, could easily understand the meaning of Fujii Itsuki's words.

That was why she was even more furious.

"crunch-"

"Fujii Itsuki, don't push your luck!"

Matsumoto Arina clenched her fists, gritted her teeth with a crunching sound, and squeezed out these words from between her teeth.

"Ok?"

Ignoring her angry expression, Fujii Itsuki just supported his chin and said "hmm" softly.

This "hmm" seemed to have entered Matsumoto Yuina's heart without a key, instantly messing up her thoughts and urging her to give an answer quickly.

"In order to preserve the last bit of dignity of the Matsumoto Group..."

"Yes, everything is for the Matsumoto family!"

Hot steam was lingering above the bucket.

Matsumoto Arina, standing gracefully behind the water bucket, hypnotized herself again in her mind.

"At worst, I can wait until I've paid the inheritance tax and then go find Fujii Itsuki to settle the score later!"

Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, her shame was about to explode, her pink lips moved, and a sound as soft as a mosquito's came out.

"Dog...dog Xiujinsa..."

"Speak louder, I can't hear you!" Fujii Itsuki scolded softly.

"..." An alluring blush appeared on Matsumoto Yuina's delicate and pretty face, and even her neck was dyed pink.

She was just like skipping a stone on the lakeside, and she shouted at Fujii Itsuki with all her strength, "Master... Master!"

The stone splashed, causing ripples on the calm lake surface. After a struggle, it finally fell weakly to the bottom of the lake.

Also falling forever was Matsumoto Arina's dignity as a rich lady who had been high and mighty for more than a decade!

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to have lost all her energy in an instant. She stood there with her head drooping, and couldn't believe that she was the one who said this.

"Woooooooo..."

The arrogant attitude of being a rich lady was gone, Matsumoto Arina's eyes became moist and she couldn't help sobbing softly.

"Is this woman made of tears?"

From the first time they met, when she failed to attack him and was taught a lesson instead, including yesterday in the Porsche, the number of times Matsumoto Arina cried in front of him was probably more than the number of times she had cried in all other times in her life.

"cry?"

"There's no use crying, crying counts as time!"

Fujii Itsuki was like an ancient European nobleman teaching his disobedient maid a lesson. He said to Matsumoto Yuina with a cold face: "...Continue!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Matsumoto Arina's eyes were red. Although her eyes were full of disgust and anger, she still had to move a few steps towards Fujii Itsuki.

"and many more……"

"Miss Arina, with your knowledge, even if you have never been to a maid cafe, you should know how maids serve customers, right?"

Fujii Itsuki curled the corners of his mouth and looked at the girl in the maid skirt in front of him with interest.

Also located in the Chiyoda area, not far from the Ochanomizu high-end residential building where the Matsumoto family lives, is Japan's "secondary dimension holy land" - Akihabara.

Japan's "maid culture" happens to be a type of "ACG culture".

In Akihabara, in addition to a variety of figurine shops, there are dozens of maid cafes of all sizes.

Matsumoto Arina is about the same age as Fujii Itsuki. Although she is not a otaku, as young people, she more or less knows a little about "ACG culture".

really……

After hearing Fujii Itsuki's voice, Matsumoto Arina was stunned for a moment, then bit her pink lips and remained silent for a moment.

"Compromise" is something that, once it starts, will be like a flood that cannot be stopped.

"...Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back!"

Matsumoto Arina had a complicated expression on her face, and her slender hands grasped the hem of her lace skirt in confusion. In the end, she could only repeat herself over and over again.

"thump--"

The crisp sound of the knees hitting the ground was amplified by several decibels in the quiet bedroom.

Arina Matsumoto knelt on the ground with her lace skirt neatly pressed below her knees.

Her originally straight waist was hunched, as if her spine had been pulled out in an instant.

The boomerang spun around and hit her right between the eyebrows. When they first met, she arrogantly asked Fujii Itsuki, a commoner in the lower town, to kneel down. Unexpectedly, the person who knelt down in the end was herself, a rich lady.

"Master..." Matsumoto Arina raised her head and called softly. Although her eyes were full of hatred, she still stretched out her two slender hands.

"Matsumoto Arina, what are you doing?"

Looking at her own fair skin and delicate hands, she asked herself a soul-searching question.

These hands should be playing a song for themselves and everyone at the final of the Hamamatsu International Piano Competition, under the watchful eyes of audiences all over the world!

Instead of like this...

Give this bastard a foot massage!

"Boom-"

The tear glands once again uncontrollably gushed out tears, which fell into the bucket and created ripples.

then……

Matsumoto Arina knelt on the ground while crying, raised her slender hands to help Fujii Itsuki take off his shoes and socks, and carefully placed his feet into the hot water bucket.

"Um……"

The trouser legs were rolled up, and the warm temperature spread all the way to the calves. Fujii Itsuki squinted his eyes with a comfortable expression.

I have to say, soaking your feet in hot water in the morning on a cold winter day is one of life's greatest pleasures.

Especially since the maid serving him is the rich lady of the Matsumoto family!

When I opened my eyes, the wall full of certificates and medals on the opposite wall suddenly came into view.

"Skiing, karate, horse riding, flower arrangement, um, and..."

"piano."

Only then did Fujii Itsuki remember that there was a ready-made piano in Matsumoto Arina's bedroom.

"Hey……"

Raising his foot and gently kicking Matsumoto Yuina's slender hand, Fujii Itsuki said to the little maid in front of him in the overbearing tone of a noble lord: "It's boring to just soak like this. Go, play a song for me."

As he spoke, he looked towards the corner of the room, at the high-end piano covered with a piano cloth.

"I want to listen to Canon."

"Canon?!"

“…How can this be possible!”

"It's bad enough to humiliate me, but you also want to humiliate my piano skills?"

The anger that had been suppressed in her chest burst out and Matsumoto Arina suddenly stood up from the ground.

"I might as well give you another song, 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' and 'Wedding in My Dream'!"

These are all relatively easy beginner piano pieces. Only an amateur like Fujii Itsuki would let a piano player with a 23rd grade level play "Canon"! (The highest level of piano in Japan is rd grade)

"I certainly wouldn't mind if you want to."

Facing the sullen look on Matsumoto Arina's face, Fujii Itsuki curled the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

"You..." Matsumoto Arina was speechless for a moment.

"boom--"

After thinking for a few seconds, she stomped on the floor.

"Just play it!"

She has already washed Fujii Itsuki’s feet, so why would she care about playing one more song?

"But I need to wash my hands first!"

Shaking her wet hands vigorously, Matsumoto Arina showed a look of disgust towards Fujii Itsuki.

She would never touch her beloved piano with the hands that had just washed Fujii Itsuki's feet!

This is her last bottom line as a pianist!

"...Please go ahead." Fujii Itsuki pretended to be indifferent and agreed softly.

"Patter--"

In front of the bathroom sink, Matsumoto Arina was like a severe mysophobia patient. She kept rubbing her hands with disinfectant and hand soap until her slender hands turned slightly red and only the scent of hand soap remained. Only then did she wipe her hands dry with a towel contentedly.

"……commit a sin!"