CHAPTER 12
My Love, My Lord
“Shall we begin?!” asked Yuki playfully, on the edge of her bed in pajamas. It was the first night of the student council social gathering at the Kenzaki family vacation home. Across from Yuki in the girls’ room for first-year students was Alisa, who hesitantly replied:
“Are you sure we should really do this? On the bed…?”
She tilted her head as if she was feeling a little guilty, her eyes focused on the bedside table with drinks and snacks on it. There wasn’t enough space on the floor for them to sit in a circle, so they decided to sit on the two beds with the table in the middle to share the goodies…but Alisa was so straitlaced, she was reluctant to eat on the bed.
“It will be fine. All we have to do is make sure we don’t get any crumbs on the bed or spill anything,” assured Yuki, who was on the other side of the bedside table, before she took a bite of a chocolate chip cookie. Ayano, who was sitting by her side, grabbed one of the individually wrapped miniature doughnuts and took a small bite as well, making sure not to get any crumbs anywhere. How she didn’t make a sound when she opened the wrapper was a mystery. Incidentally, unlike Yuki and Alisa, Ayano was wearing a negligee. Why? The reason was simple: Because if anything were to happen, she wouldn’t be able to swiftly unsheathe her weapons in anything other than a skirt. It was unclear when or why such an emergency would arise, though.
“Hmm… Well, I suppose it’ll be okay if we clean up afterward, right?”
Seeing her two schoolmates start snacking seemed to be too much for Alisa, so she negotiated with herself. After leaning forward a little, she threw a piece of chocolate into her mouth and broke into a blissful smile, and seeing Alisa indulge in the sweets made Yuki smile devilishly.
“Giggle. Yes, Alya. Just like that. Half the fun of pajama parties is being able to consume all the snacks and drinks you want before bed without worrying about the calories!”
Alisa froze when she heard the word calories, but when she saw Ayano quietly take another bite of her doughnut without a care in the world, her eyes naturally drifted toward Ayano’s stomach. After a few seconds of contemplation, she naturally reached for the chocolate once more.
…If she thought about it rationally, Ayano’s stomach didn’t give her enough information to form a decision. Furthermore, the calories she was eating now wouldn’t immediately turn into fat in the blink of an eye, but Alisa refused to face reality.
“…I guess if I considered this dessert after dinner, then it would be okay… Besides, I swam a lot today.”
She continued to make excuses for herself as she took another bite of chocolate. Meanwhile, Yuki’s smile only curled more maliciously, like a demon enjoying watching a human’s life spiral out of control into destruction. However, that smile immediately vanished the instant Alisa looked up at her.
“Yes, I agree. Unfortunately, we got so into that cook-off that the idea of making a dessert never even crossed anyone’s mind.”
“Giggle. Maybe we should have a baking contest next, then?”
“That would be so much fun… Oh, I almost forgot.”
Yuki appeared to remember something as she grabbed a cup and lifted it somewhat high in the air.
“We may have lost to our upperclassmen in the end, but at least we have our snacks. Let us make a toast to celebrate this moment.”
“Ha-ha. Sure, why not?”
Although she smiled wryly at Yuki’s suggestion, Alisa grabbed a cup as well. After seeing Ayano quietly pick up a cup, Yuki took the lead and said:
“We may have lost…but at least we are not an idiot like Masachika! Cheers!”
“…?! Pfft! Yeah, what an idiot!”
“…?! Ch-cheers?”
After a moment of disbelief, Alisa suddenly burst into gleeful laughter. Ayano hesitantly raised her cup in the air, blinking in surprise. Although it was an awfully rude thing to say, it really helped Yuki and Alisa relax.
“Sigh… He really is a jerk, isn’t he? Of course, Masha’s dish was delicious, but would it have killed him to be a little more specific about what he liked about our dishes?”
“Yeah, and he looked so smug thinking my dish was pelmeni.”
“Yes, that was really embarrassing, wasn’t it?”
They looked at each other and giggled. But though they were all joking, Ayano was fidgeting uncomfortably, since they were talking poorly about her master.
“Surely, you have something you wish to say about Masachika, too, right, Ayano?” asked Yuki as if she was trying to drag her into the mud with them.
“Huh?! N-no… He is a very kind, wonderful person…,” she replied, hunched over.
“…Kind? Wonderful?”
Alisa knit her brow as if she couldn’t comprehend the words she was hearing, then thought back to how Masachika treated her. Almost every interaction she could remember was her being teased by him, him poking fun at her, and him messing around.
“…He’s kind of a jerk,” muttered Alisa, feeling somewhat irritated thinking about him, but Ayano simply blinked and tilted her head curiously as if she had no idea what Alisa could mean.
“A jerk? Really?”
“Y-yeah, he’s always teasing me…,” complained Alisa, recoiling slightly due to Ayano’s innocent, quizzical gaze. But even then, Ayano continued to stare in wonder at Alisa, so Yuki promptly chimed in to clear the air.
“Giggle. You could insult Ayano directly, and she would look back at you with a straight face and not even know she was being made fun of. You, though, Alya—you take things so seriously, and your reactions are always so perfect that he must have so much fun teasing you.”
“Wait. Really?” Ayano wondered aloud.
“Oh, wow. I’m so happy,” Alisa responded sarcastically.
“You know how people our age are. The more they like someone, the more they want to tease them.”
“Oh? Hmph.”
Alisa’s eyes widened for a brief moment before she immediately put on a cool, composed expression.
“Yes… I suppose you’re right. Maybe—,” she said, playing with the ends of her hair… She imagined herself teasing Masachika.
“No. Absolutely not.”
She immediately took back what she said and stopped messing with her hair as all emotion vanished from her expression.
“Huh? Is everything okay?”
“Of course? That’s not what this is at all. This is an eye for an eye. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“…??”
Alisa lightly cleared her throat in the midst of Yuki’s bewilderment.
“Wanting to tease someone you like doesn’t make any sense to me.”
“They want the attention. You know how boys are. They try to flirt with girls they like and mess with them so that the girl pays attention to them. Surely, this has happened to you before?”
“Oh… Yeah. I usually ignore them, though. Do they honestly think girls will like them if they annoy them enough?” Alisa snorted, which made Yuki smirk.
“There are some things that guys never grow out of. They are so immature.”
“They really are. You’d think they’d start calming down in high school, but they’re always doing something stupid.”
“Giggle. But do you never see them messing around together and think, ‘Wow, that looks like a lot of fun’?”
“Not really. I’m fine with people doing whatever they want as long as they’re not bothering others, but I don’t think the classroom is the right place to be reading comic books.”
“Yes, violating school rules is a problem. I feel that comic books are not that big of a deal, though.”
“If they were normal comic books, then maybe. But these guys are looking at the ones with models in skimpy bikinis and drooling all over themselves. I really wish they’d do that at home…”
“Th-that does sound awkward. Speaking of awkward, I never know how to react when I hear them gossiping about girls. When they are whispering, I can easily hear them talking about who they think is cute and who has the biggest chest.”
“I know what you mean… And then you realize they’re talking about 2D girls. It’s exhausting.”
“…? Yes… I often hear them talking about the latest anime and arguing about which girl is the best…sometimes.”
“Right? But they’re arguing about people who don’t exist. How can you get so obsessed with a girl who isn’t real? You see them playing those gacha games, and they’re either the happiest person in the world or their day is ruined depending on who they pull…”
“Hmm…? …Maybe it’s easier to become obsessed because these are unrealistic, ideal partners who are too perfect to actually exist?”
Yuki continued to reply like this as a single suspicion began to grow in the back of her mind.
Uh… We’re talking about guys in general, right? Is it just my imagination, or is Alya just talking about my brother?
So she decided to put her hypothesis to the test.
“And you know how some boys never help out when it’s time to clean up?”
“Yeah, they’ll clean only the areas they were assigned, but they won’t lift a single finger to help anyone else after that.”
This is starting to sound even more like my brother…
“And they always sleep in class right after PE.”
“Exactly. They always look sleepy, though.”
This is definitely my brother, isn’t it?
“Oh, and they’re always playing on their phone at school.”
“I know, right? But they use some twisted logic to argue that it isn’t against school rules to play before class starts.”
Yep, that’s my brother.
Despite the conversation being about boys in general, Alisa was obviously only talking about Masachika, and that terrifying realization made Yuki grimace.
Uh…? That’s strange… Is my brother the only guy who exists in Alya’s world? Is she some kind of princess locked in a tower and cut off from the outside world?
If she was doing this consciously, then hurry up and get married to Masachika already, and if she was doing this unconsciously, then you would have to wonder how little of an interest Alisa had in other boys. Whatever the case, it felt like something Yuki shouldn’t even attempt to address, so she swiftly shifted her eyes to her side toward her maid.
“By the way, Ayano, is it just me, or have you been quietly eating doughnuts this entire time?”
“Huh? Oh… Yes, I guess I have.”
Without the others realizing it, Ayano had already opened a fresh bag of miniature doughnuts and had been transferring each one to a new home in her stomach. Perhaps the real reason they bought two bags this morning was because she was planning on consuming a single bag all by herself.
“You really love fried sweets, don’t you? I remember you eating a lot of churros at the amusement park the other day.”
“Y-yes…,” Ayano replied apologetically with an iron grip locked on the bag of doughnuts.
“Oh, Ayano? I’m not scolding you for enjoying something,” Yuki said, smiling awkwardly, before she directed her gaze back to Alisa.
“What kind of sweets do you like, Alya?”
“Me? Hmm… Well, I like chocolate. I’ll eat almost any kind of sweet, though.”
“Oh, wow. I never knew you had a sweet tooth.”
“I guess…? I like…spicy food, too, though…,” she added hesitantly and shifted her gaze meaningfully to Ayano, who blinked back in her own meaningful way. Although Yuki had no idea what their stares meant, she could feel some sort of bond between them, which definitely made her curious.
Is this…friendship? No, if anything, it’s rivalry… Wait. No. Just what is this?
Yuki decided to bring up something that was bothering her.
“Now that I think about it, you two don’t talk that much to each other.”
“Huh? Oh, I guess…”
“Are you listening, Ayano? You and Alya should talk more.”
“That’s… Yes, of course…”
Yuki watched Alisa and Ayano exchange uncertain gazes and felt like she was watching two socially awkward people in a stagnant relationship.
These two… Ugh… They can be a real pain in the ass.
But despite thinking that, Yuki slapped her hands together with an innocent smile.
“We are going to be staying in the same room tonight, so I think we should stop being so distant and really open up to one another.”
“Huh…? Yeah, of course. I’m fine with that.”
“Yes, I would be fine with that as well, as long as Alisa doesn’t mind…”
Seriously, what an irritating pair.
Alisa and Ayano exchanged glances once more as if to make sure it was really okay while Yuki glared at them reproachfully.
“Uh… I’m looking forward to getting to know you, Ayano,” uttered Alisa hesitantly.
“Oh. Yes, me too, Alisa…”
Their exchange is too innocent. Which one of them is going to blush first?
Yuki’s nerdy mind went straight to the gutter after seeing their unexpectedly homoerotic exchange. It was like something out of a girls’ love comic.
Hmm… Alya × Ayano? Or maybe Ayano × Alya? I could see both working… In fact, could I join them? Of course, a guy would be killed if he tried to put himself in the middle of a yuri relationship, but adding another girl to the mix shouldn’t be a problem, right? I wonder if I could get Masha in on this, too, since I know how much she loves Alya.
“…? Yuki?”
“Oh! Uh…”
Alisa’s quizzical gaze instantly dragged Yuki back to reality from her girl-on-girl fantasy, and she asked the first question that came to mind.
“By the way, Alya, why were you so against sleeping in the same room as Masha?”
It was a random question and an act of desperation in an attempt to change the subject, but Alisa didn’t seem to find it odd.
“…Because she’d use me as a body pillow.” She frowned.
“Huh?”
“Masha always sleeps with a very big body pillow—well, I guess it’s closer to a giant stuffed animal? Anyway, sometimes when we go on trips without it, she’ll be half asleep and grab whatever’s closest to her to use as a body pillow. Whenever we go on family trips—especially when we stay at traditional inns—she’ll even sometimes slip into my bed…”
“Oh my. In other words, you’re saying Chisaki could be wrapped in her arms as we speak,” joked Yuki, but after imagining it for a second, Alisa faintly smirked with a snort.
“It’s definitely possible. Chisaki should be strong enough to break free, though.”
“Giggle. Yes, she might even kick Masha out of the bed if she has to.”
“That’d be great. She really needs to learn her lesson and stop using people as body pillows once and for all.”
I wish Masha would use me as a body pillow, thought Yuki, despite laughing about it with Alisa. She was already too deep in her fantasy for girl-on-girl action, and it was going to be a while before she could escape. It didn’t help that Ayano and Alisa seemed to be a little closer now and were actually conversing between themselves. They were slowly but surely becoming more comfortable having girl talk together.
It’s time…
Once they finished discussing the current topic they were on, Yuki placed her hands together as if she was waiting for this moment.
“Ahem. Shall we begin?”
“Begin what?”
“…?”
“Is it not obvious? This would not be a pajama party if we did not discuss our love lives!”
“…Seriously?”
Perhaps unexpectedly, Alisa’s reaction was less than stellar despite Yuki’s enthusiasm. But after noticing Alisa’s lack of interest, Yuki cheerfully exclaimed:
“I have always dreamed of having a pajama party with my friends and talking about love!”
“…!”
Alisa startled the moment she heard the word friends, and her uninterested expression vanished. She promptly averted her joyful gaze, then slowly brushed her hair back over her shoulder.
“O-oh, really? Then I guess…we could talk about love or whatever.”
Yuki suddenly flashed a sinister grin. You could almost hear her inner voice say, “Heh. She’s so easy to manipulate,” but the smirk disappeared almost immediately while Alisa was still looking away, so there was no way for her to have known.
“So… How would you two describe your ideal man? My ideal man is someone who is understanding and sweet. What about you, Ayano?”
“I… Hmm… I want someone who takes the lead in the relationship, I guess?”
“I understand that. You are not the most assertive or decisive person, after all. What about you, Alya?”
“Someone serious who is always working hard to improve himself. Someone I can respect.”
“Interesting…”
Although Yuki was more than a little shocked that Alisa answered so quickly, there was something about Alisa’s answer that was bugging her.
“…In other words, you want someone like you?”
“I suppose. Having a similar sense of values is important, is it not?”
“It is. However, even if you found someone like that, I feel like you would see him more as a rival rather than someone you could fall in love with…”
“What?”
“I simply feel like while you may recognize someone’s talent and hard work as a rival, you would never want to work as a team or as a couple…”
Alisa’s eyes opened wide as if she was genuinely taken aback by Yuki’s observation. She slowly placed a hand on her chin, ruminated on the possibility with a serious expression, then deeply nodded.
“That is probably what would happen, now that you mention it. I suppose I still want someone I can respect but also someone easy to talk with. Hmm… Maybe someone a little careless from time to time so that I don’t get competitive would be good—”
That was when Alisa’s eyes went wide again, and she lifted her head up in utter astonishment…before immediately flicking back her hair and wearing a smug expression as if to hide her surprise.
“…It doesn’t matter, though. More important, I wanted to ask you something about your ideal partner, Yuki…”
“Yes?”
“Is there someone…specific you had in mind?”
Alisa was fidgeting with her hair as she glanced at Yuki every few moments, making it obvious to Yuki what she was getting at.
Ah, she’s curious if I’m going to end up being her “love rival.”
There was no longer any doubt in Yuki’s mind that Alisa had feelings for her brother, so she understood that Alisa really just wanted to know if she liked Masachika. After all, Yuki had already admitted to Alisa once that she loved Masachika, so it would be no surprise if Alisa was using this as an opportunity to see how Yuki really felt.
It would be easy for me to tell her that I love Masachika like a brother…because he is my brother, but…
Hearing that would surely put Alisa’s mind at ease, and Yuki would also, in a way, enjoy seeing the look of relief on Alisa’s face, but…
But that wouldn’t be fun, would it?
She was grinning evilly on the inside while showing Alisa a gentler smile, as if she was hinting at some deeper meaning.
“Good question.”
“…Are you not going to answer? I thought that was the point of this girl talk?”
“Oh, come on. ♪ This is so embarrassing. ♪”
She squirmed around, putting both hands on her cheeks and wiggling her body, and yet she didn’t let the serious glow in Alisa’s eyes go unnoticed.
Mwa-ha-ha. She totally thinks I’m madly in love with my brother. But, well, I guess anyone would think that if they saw how good I was at pretending to be hesitant to tell her.
Yuki was thrilled that she managed to create such a misunderstanding, and she did it all to toy with Alisa—er, to help her dear brother find the love of his life. After all, having a rival always caused relationships to move faster, and Yuki didn’t hesitate for a single moment to play the role of the rival if it meant helping Masachika and Alisa be together in the end.
Heh-heh-heh! I can’t wait to see the look on her face after she starts dating Masachika and I tell her that I’m actually his sister…
Then again, maybe she really was doing this all for her own amusement. Her inward sinister smile was beyond devilish, but she still maintained her innocent expression as she tried to fish more information out of Alisa.
“Okay, if you tell me who you like, then I will tell you who I like. Deal?”
“Huh?”
“I want to hear more about your love life, Alya.”
“But…I’ve never fallen in love before.”
“Wait. Are you serious?”
That’s a load of bull, thought Yuki, feigning shock. Alisa, however, pouted in a somewhat discontented manner at the performance.
“What’s the big deal? There’s nothing wrong with never falling in love before…”
“Of course. But, Alya, you are really popular, so I figured you had at least a little experience with boys.”
“None… Besides, having a ton of experience isn’t exactly a good thing, right? And yet you still get made fun of if you don’t have any experience. It doesn’t make any sense to me.”
“Y-yes… Hmm… I suppose having a lot of experience does make you seem attractive as a woman… But I get the sense that a lot of people simply want to feel superior to others and brag.”
“It sounds like they’re just bragging about having loose morals, if you ask me.” Alisa snorted, a disappointed expression on her face, as if someone had bragged to her like this before. Yuki, however, was delighted to hear such a comment, even though it did feel almost out of place, since they were supposed to be talking above love.
“Wait… Alya, am I right to assume…that you believe you should save yourself for marriage?”
“A-are we really going to talk about that, too?”
“Of course. It is part of love, is it not?”
Alisa’s eyes began to tremble as she blushed, taken aback by the unexpected, sexual topic. Meanwhile, Yuki was smiling innocently and nodding as if it was a perfectly reasonable question. Although hesitant, Alisa seemed to be considering answering.
“W-well, I don’t know about waiting all the way until marriage, but…like…it would have to be someone I’m hoping to spend the rest of my life with…”
The crimson in her cheeks darkened as if uttering the words made her feel all the more embarrassed. Nevertheless, her eyes sharpened, and she emphasized:
“Isn’t that what all girls dream of? To fall in love for the first time, start dating, get married, then spend the rest of your lives together…!”
“Uh…”
Yuki hesitated before replying to Alisa’s excited ramblings, although she knew how her schoolmate felt. You begin dating the love of your life, nobody ever cheats, and after years of falling even more in love, you get married and live happily ever after. It was a common theme in comics for girls for a reason. It was a reflection of what girls all over the world believed to be the ideal relationship, and Yuki understood that. She got it, but…
There are some girls who want to be popular and pampered by every good-looking guy they meet because they love the attention. There are some girls who believe that money, not love, is the most important thing when it comes to marriage. If anything, it feels like girls who idealize love are the minority lately.
At least, it felt that way to Yuki, since those were the kind of people she was surrounded by, so she couldn’t help but look at Alisa differently now. Her eyes were gentle and loving.
“…What are you looking at me like that for?”
“Oh, uh… You really are a romantic and so pure, Alya.”
“……”
Is she making fun of me? wondered Alisa, frowning at what sounded kind of like sarcasm to her, but Alisa still wasn’t comfortable enough around Yuki to ask. Of course, if this was Masachika, she would have immediately snapped at him. Regardless, Yuki seemed to have picked up on something from Alisa’s silence, so she immediately turned to Ayano to try to make things better.
“Giggle. That is such a wonderful dream. Wouldn’t you agree, Ayano?”
“…!”
Ayano’s eyes opened wide as if she was caught off guard. She immediately tried to respond to her master, but she had just filled her mouth with a doughnut, so speaking now would be terrible manners. Obviously, she could try to swallow the treat whole, but it would only get stuck in her throat. She didn’t have enough moisture. She needed something to drink.
In pursuit of liquid, Ayano reached for a cup on the bedside table, but when she realized it was orange juice, she froze…because mixing sweet doughnuts with orange juice was a grave sin when it came to her taste buds. And yet her master was waiting for her, so if you asked her to choose, then she’d have to…!
“…! Mmm…! Bffaaah. Yes, I agree.”
“Ahem. I apologize for that, Ayano.”
Yuki wore a troubled expression with her head tilted, as if she felt bad after seeing Ayano wash down the food in her mouth in a panic.
“No, there’s nothing for you to apologize for. I completely agree with what Alisa is saying. Being able to devote every last bit of yourself to the person you care about most is ideal.”
“…Hmm?”
Yuki lifted her tilted head back up, feeling as if Ayano was talking about something other than romantic love…but before she could ask her maid to clarify, Alisa immediately lit up in excitement and replied:
“Right?! Saving yourself for just one person and remaining faithful to them is ideal. It is something that all proper ladies should strive for!”
“Y—”
Ayano opened her mouth to reply…and froze. Her dark-brown eyes looked up and to the side, tracing a semicircle in the air, before she eventually tilted her head.
“…? Ayano?”
“Oh… There’s no reason to worry yourself about what I think…”
“…!”
Alisa froze as well, as if her expression was screaming, “You traitor!” But it was what Ayano said next that almost made Alisa’s eyes roll back in her head.
“I don’t see anything wrong with saving yourself for two people…”
“T-two people?”
“Although I may be only one person, I know I could do it if I work hard enough.”
“At the same time?!”
Alisa imagined Ayano graciously smiling with a man on each side serving her. Furthermore, she naturally imagined her handling them at the same time…and her fair complexion turned scarlet. Her eyes swiftly narrowed as she impulsively yelled:
“Y-you can’t! I—I mean, I guess it’s okay if the two people are okay with it, b-but you mustn’t engage in such immoral acts when you’re still just a student!”
“…? Is it…immoral?”
“It’s two people at the same time…! It’s…!”
Alisa couldn’t even get another word out because of all the lewd thoughts clogging her train of thought. Incidentally, the reason all the adult images in her mind were blurred was not because she purposely censored them but because she simply lacked knowledge on what stuff like that looked like. After all, the filthiest thing she had ever seen were two people embracing in a comic book where only their upper bodies were depicted.
I bet that’s what she’s imagining right now.
Meanwhile, Yuki had been watching Alisa as she imagined Ayano getting into all different kinds of sticky situations, and she was able to imagine every last detail clearly. If anything, she probably needed to self-censor some of the smut her imagination was creating. Of course, she realized this wasn’t what Ayano was imagining when she spoke up, but…
I’m gonna let this play out some more and see where it goes. This is too fun.
Yuki maliciously chose silence while she watched Alisa and Ayano go back and forth without them even realizing they weren’t talking about the same thing.
“…? It doesn’t have to be a man, does it?”
“Huh?! Y-you’re fine with it being a girl, then?! D-does that mean—?”
“Of course, that includes you, Alisa.”
“Wh-what?!”
Alisa’s voice cracked into a falsetto as she wrapped both arms around her body and scooted furiously backward on the bed. Ayano, on the other hand, simply stared at her in wonder.
…Yeah, she probably means that she’s fine with serving Alya as well if Alya ends up marrying Masachika. The lack of clarity physically hurts me…
Yuki shook her head at Ayano, but Ayano didn’t notice her master’s stares and suddenly blinked as if she had remembered something.
“Now that I think about it…I might be serving four people eventually.”
“F-four people?! H-how?!”
It appeared Ayano’s comment went far past what Alisa could comprehend—to the point that she was genuinely curious as to how she could do that. Despite being completely red in the face, Alisa furrowed her brow and leaned forward on the bed. Meanwhile, Ayano wore her usual blank expression, though her eyes wandered.
“…Well, I suppose I would have to limit it to two people per day.”
“Y-you’re going to alternate between them?!”
“Of course. If we all live together, then I will make sure all four get what they need.”
“L-living together…with four others… So, like…a giant love nest?”
“Even if it comes to that, I will not cut corners. They will have my wholehearted devotion, and I will personally make sure they’re satisfied.”
“You’re going to satisfy them…all by yourself…”
“Yes, and I will bend over backward if I have to.”
“W-would that really make it easier to—? Bfffppp!”
Alisa mumbled some gibberish before collapsing onto the bed as if her soul had left her body. The brain overload had heated her entire body, turning it red as if she had just been boiled in a pot of hot water.
“…! Alisa! Are you okay? What happened?”
“Pfft! Ha-ha-ha!”
Seeing Alisa lying on the bed with her eyes swirling and Ayano looking down at her with a blank expression was too much for Yuki, and she burst into laughter.
“Ha-ha-ha…! It looks like Alya’s a little tired, Ayano. I think your potential future master needs your help.” Yuki wiped her tears as she laughed at Ayano’s troubled, wavering gaze.
“How should I help…?”
“Well, you could start by—”
Around ten minutes went by before Alisa regained consciousness, but when she woke up, she was lying in Ayano’s lap in the bed while being fanned…so she screamed like a banshee. If only Alisa knew it was all nothing more than an unfortunate misunderstanding…
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