Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Hayasaka Ai didn't ask any further questions. She took a sip of water, then stood up, walked to her suitcase, opened it, and took out a set of neatly folded clothes.

Zhang Yang glanced at it and saw that it was a maid outfit.

The dress is black and white, with the hem just above the knee, and a bow tied at the neckline.

"What are you trying to do?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Of course, I'll serve you." Hayasaka Ai smiled and went into the room next door. "Wait for me."

About five minutes later, the door opened.

Hayasaka Ai came out dressed in a neat maid outfit.

Her long, golden hair was tied into a low ponytail at the back of her head. Her skirt was neatly hemmed and cinched at the waist, outlining her slender waistline.

White over-the-knee socks encased her slender legs, and she wore a pair of low-heeled leather shoes.

She walked with upright steps and elegant posture, and bowed slightly as she approached the coffee table.

"Welcome back, young master."

Her tone was gentle, and her smile was perfect.

Just like a real, well-trained maid.

Zhang Yang looked at her and remained silent for three seconds: "Are you wearing a mask again?"

Hayasaka Ai's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal: "What are you talking about?"

“The way you look right now,” Zhang Yang said, leaning back on the sofa and scanning her up and down. “Your posture, your smile, your tone of voice, and even this outfit—it’s all an image you designed for others to see as Hayasaka Ai.”

Hayasaka Ai's brow twitched almost imperceptibly: "Isn't this normal? People have to wear masks to live in this world. If you don't wear a mask, you won't be liked."

Zhang Yang didn't refute, but instead reached for the ice water on the table and took a sip: "The moment you put on this maid outfit, your tone of voice changed, your posture changed, and even the curve of your smile looked like it had been measured with a ruler. Don't you think it's tiring to live like this?"

"Tired?" Hayasaka Ai tilted her head. "You get used to it and it's not tiring anymore. It's like wearing clothes every day. If you wear a mask for a long time, it becomes like skin."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I have a question."

"You said."

"If I asked you to take off all your masks, to stop being a maid, a spy, or a confidant of the Shinomiya family—what would you want to do?"

Hayasaka Ai blinked, but didn't answer immediately.

Zhang Yang spoke for her: "Your true personality is probably that of a lazybones."

“Idle every day, when I’m bored I think about looking for a job, but when I think about looking for a job I find too troublesome, so I continue to idle, and this cycle repeats itself – in short, NEET.”

"That's why you feel disliked if you don't wear a mask, because your true self is just a lazy bum who doesn't want to do anything but lie around."

Hayasaka Ai: "..."

Zhang Yang continued, "But there's nothing wrong with that. Everyone has their own preferences. Some people like to work hard while others like to relax. If you like being a NEET, then be a NEET. Anyway, I can afford to support you now."

Hayasaka Ai was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"You're the first person to say that."

"You're the first one to call yourself a lazybones?"

"The first person to see right through me like this." Hayasaka Ai's smile became more genuine. "I play the perfect maid in front of the young lady, the loyal retainer in front of the main family, and the ordinary gyaru at school. Every mask is perfect."

"But you tore them all up the moment you opened your mouth."

She walked to the sofa and looked down at Zhang Yang: "I also want to ask a question—Young Master Zhang Yang, do you want Hayasaka Ai herself, or Hayasaka Ai as a maid after she puts on a mask?"

Zhang Yang looked up at her.

Her golden hair shimmered softly under the light, and her blue eyes held a serious expression.

He thought for a moment and said, "Your lazy nature is not cute at all. Without pressure, you just laze around like a salted fish with its belly turned up."

Hayasaka Ai's brow twitched.

"But I still want Ai in person."

Hayasaka Ai paused for a moment.

Zhang Yang laughed and said, "After all, there are plenty of pretty maids on the street, but there's only one Hayasaka Ai."

“…I have to remember that sentence, I’ll brag about it later.” Hayasaka Ai laughed, her smile losing its formulaic perfection and gaining a genuine warmth. “Since you’ve said so, young master, I’ll be your maid Ai tonight.”

"What do you mean?"

"Do you mean you need me to help you take a bath?"

Zhang Yang blinked: "So proactive?"

“You are my young master, and I am your maid.” Hayasaka Ai’s tone was as natural as if she were reporting a task. “Isn’t it normal for a maid to serve her young master a bath? I’ll go and run the water for you.”

……

The bathroom door was pushed open by the steam.

Zhang Yang lay in the bathtub, surrounded by steam. The lights of Tokyo Bay shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows filled with moisture, creating a blurred halo.

Hayasaka Ai's shadow fell over her, she was wrapped in a bath towel, her wet blonde hair was scattered on her shoulders, and water droplets slid down her collarbone, looking like crushed pearls under the light.

"Young Master is so comfortable he doesn't want to move, is he?"

Zhang Yang opened one eye and saw her resting her chin on her hand, looking at him. The edge of the bath towel was loosely pressed against her chest, its curve as smooth and delicate as the ridgeline of a mountain after the first snow.

"What, you want to come down and soak together?"

Hayasaka Ai smiled slightly, did not answer, but stood up, stretched out one foot, and gently turned on the water valve at the bottom of the bathtub with her toe.

The water swirled and made a gurgling sound as the water level began to slowly drop.

Zhang Yang raised an eyebrow: "What's going on?"

"The water's getting cold, change it to a warmer one."

The sound of the bath towel falling to the ground was as light as a feather landing on deep snow.

The rising mist blurred all the outlines, and Hayasaka Ai appeared and disappeared in the mist, like a white lotus bathed in moonlight, quietly blooming.

She stepped into the bathtub, her toes touching the surface first to test it, then her whole body sank into the water. The warm water washed over her collarbone, over her shoulders, and over every inch of her still cool skin.

The water is full again.

"I've heard that... there was a legendary bird in ancient China called the Biyi Bird."

Zhang Yang looked into her eyes: "Yes, one eye and one wing, neither can fly."

“Yes.” Hayasaka Ai extended her hand. “If we can’t fly together, then let’s sink together.”

Outside the window, the waves of Tokyo Bay silently lapped against the embankment.

The pool of hot water rippled slightly in their silence, creating concentric circles of waves that splashed onto the ground with a crackling sound.

The water level dropped back up.

Chapter 102 I Won't Help You Build a Harem

The next morning.

The five o'clock sunlight seeped in through the gaps in the floor-length curtains.

Hayasaka Ai opened her eyes.

Her body awoke before her consciousness. She instinctively tried to sit up, but a wave of soreness washed over her lower back and her legs trembled slightly. She then fell back onto the bed.

"……pain."

She lay face down on the pillow, her mind blank.

Last night's scenes flooded my mind. The steam in the bathroom was like the thin mist on the branches in spring, or the silent rain falling from the eaves in late autumn.

Water stains spread from the bathroom floor to the bedroom floor.

The bed sheet was gripped tightly and then released by a hand.

There are many other things she doesn't want to think about, but her body remembers them clearly.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang's lazy voice came from the side. "Complaining first thing in the morning?"

Hayasaka Ai pulled her head out of the pillow, turned her face to look at him, and said, "How dare you ask? My legs are still shaking."

Zhang Yang leaned against the headboard and yawned: "Young people are healthy, they'll get used to it with more exercise."

"Who wants to get used to this kind of thing!"

“That’s not what you said last night.”

Hayasaka Ai's face flushed red, and she grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face.

Zhang Yang easily caught the message: "Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."

Hayasaka Ai rolled her eyes, but still felt a faint warmth lingering in her lower abdomen: "Speaking of which... why do I feel this warmth in my lower abdomen?"

"Oh, that." Zhang Yang's tone was as casual as if he were explaining a physical phenomenon. "I used a fire seal to burn ××. Besides using it for contraception, it will also scald your body. Basically, any woman I've burned will feel so good that her eyes will roll back in her head."

Hayasaka Ai was stunned: "...You actually use fire magic for this?"

"Otherwise what?" Zhang Yang spread his hands. "I don't want to create a bunch of kids in this world. Besides, contraception and giving you some pleasure at the same time, isn't that killing two birds with one stone?"

Hayasaka Ai tried to refute, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she couldn't say anything.

Because he is right.

Several times last night, she wondered if she had been burned to death.

"I'm not talking to you anymore." Hayasaka Ai pulled the blanket up to her chest, turned over, and said, "I want to sleep a little longer."

"Wait a minute, have you forgotten something?"

"Forgot what?"

Zhang Yang rolled over and pressed down on top of him: "You haven't done your morning lessons yet."

"Wait, wait, wait! What kind of early morning class are you doing at five o'clock?!"

"The early bird catches the worm."

"You—uh!"

It was already 7:30 when the two of them finally got out of bed.

Hayasaka Ai leaned against the wall as she entered the bathroom, her legs still trembling slightly.

Zhang Yang stood in front of the mirror brushing his teeth, then glanced at her through the mirror: "Are you still alive?"

"Alive," Hayasaka Ai's voice came from the bathroom, "but all that's left is to live."

Zhang Yang smiled but didn't say anything.

When Hayasaka Ai finished taking a bath and changed into Shuchiin's uniform, her long golden hair was draped over her shoulders. Although her steps were still a little unsteady, she at least looked like a human being.

"Let's go, we'll be late if we don't leave now." Zhang Yang picked up his schoolbag.

The two walked out of the apartment building, crossed the clean streets of the port area, and headed towards the tram station.

The morning breeze was slightly damp, and buds were already emerging on the cherry blossom trees along the roadside.

There weren't many people on the street yet, with only a few joggers occasionally passing by.

The two walked side by side, with Hayasaka Ai holding a sandwich she bought from a convenience store, taking small bites.

As Zhang Yang was walking, he suddenly saw a girl standing by the platform ahead.

Her long brown hair swayed gently in the morning breeze, her blue eyes gazed in the direction the tram was coming from, she carried a delicate schoolbag, and her school uniform tie was neatly tied.

She stood there quietly, and the air around her seemed to soften.

Motoyo Nagasaki.

Zhang Yang recognized her at a glance.

A first-year high school student at Tsukimori Girls' Academy, and a double bass player in the brass band.

Zhang Yang: "..."

Why am I not surprised at all?

So the famous businesswoman in the financial world who lives upstairs is Su Shi's mother?

That makes things easier.