Chapter 86

Makoto stood at the classroom door, took a deep breath, and firmly held the letter containing the secret that his mother had given him.

Despite the incongruity of his large chest.

No matter how he looked at it, he seemed like a man.

Of course, objectively, Makoto was a cute girl, but her inferiority complex prevented her from seeing herself that way.

“...But Lord still said it, it, it suits me.”

Such a kind person.

Makoto swallowed her words and smiled bashfully.

Her heart was pounding.

She didn’t want to lose him.

She wanted to serve him for life.

The conversation she had overheard in the lobby yesterday came to mind.

Rin, Eri, Olivia.

The three women had declared themselves serious love rivals to each other.

“I also...”

She should have stepped forward then.

She should have boldly declared that she would win Lord’s heart.

Makoto bit her lip.

She picked up her phone and made a call.

Ring, click.

The call was immediately disconnected, and a Kansai accent came through the speaker.

"Is that the Lord? How did it go with him? Did the clothes we advised you really make you look great?"

“...Y, yes, Lord said he liked it...”

Makoto nodded shyly.

[Our Lord is so kind. If your heart doesn’t move for our Lord, you’re not human. Hehe. So, did you call because of that story?]

“No, not...”

Makoto shook her head.

The voice of Kim Deok-sung, which she had just heard, echoed in her mind.

‘Lord said he needs me.’

Thump.

Makoto’s heart beat.

“Gather the elite forces of the clan in Kyoto.”

[Understood. Everyone, get ready. We’re going on a business trip to Kyoto.]

Makoto closed and opened her eyes as the sound of the phone being hung up echoed.

She had been of help to Lord.

A smile formed on her lips.

*

“Ugh...”

Dragging her tired body, she returned to the hotel lobby.

Traveling is only fun for a day or two; being harassed by multiple women in turn was exhausting and made her body ache.

“Damn...”

She plopped down onto the lobby sofa.

After Nishizawa, Rin, Makoto, and Kasumi, was it Olivia’s turn next?

The thought of being dragged off to another place made her feel dizzy.

Yoojung was hanging out with Ishihara, making her feel even more frustrated.

I’m the only one suffering, again. Just me.

“I should have gone with the flow...”

She sighed in Korean.

Why does the protagonist always seem to have it easier? It’s so frustrating.

“Ugh...”

Not only was she physically exhausted, but she was also mentally drained.

The Meijin Academy was subtly deviating from the original story, which was already nerve-wracking.

She wanted to rest.

“...You.”

A familiar voice reached her ears.

Who was it?

“Hey, you!”

Olivia’s voice?

She looked up.

As expected, the platinum-blonde, blue-eyed cute girl, Olivia, stood there with her hand on her chest, looking proud.

I knew it.

“So, Olivia, is it your turn now?”

“Finally, at last. It’s time for me, Olivia Napoleon Bonaparte, your personal maid!”

Olivia, covering her mouth, let out a ladylike laugh.

How could she have the same reaction from the first day until now? It’s almost miraculous.

“Where do you want to go?”

My fate.

In response to my question, Olivia answered.

“Wherever you want.”

What’s she up to?

I heard her say the same thing as my college friend who always said “anything” when choosing lunch, but then went ballistic if I really picked anything.

Kim Chang-soo. That bastard.

“Don’t just pass the responsibility to me. Just be honest. Where do you want to go?”

Olivia’s face turned red.

Her cheeks trembled.

“W, wherever you want! I, I’m willing to consider your needs for once!! Why do you doubt me? You’re the biggest boor in the world!!”

Olivia shouted, closing her eyes tightly.

Why does she doubt me?

Who takes tsundere talk seriously?

Just hearing her sudden tsundere outburst made my head hurt.

Forget it.

I’ll let her have another outburst if she just tells me the truth.

“I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to rest in the hotel.”

“...Then let’s do that.”

At that moment, I heard a response that made me doubt my ears.

“What?”

Do that?

Is she sick or something?

Olivia smiled faintly.

“If that’s what you wish, then let’s rest.”

Why is she acting like this?

I get goosebumps.

“Hey, Olivia. Are you sick or something? They say sudden changes in a person’s behavior are a sign of death,”

I’m really worried.

“Ugh...”

Olivia groaned.

“Shut up!! You, you don’t understand my feelings...! Die!! Idiot! Fool! Sea cucumber! Prawn! Damn you, Kim Deok-sung!!”

Olivia turned her head, her face flushed.

Yeah, this is the tsundere I know.

I feel a bit more at ease now.

“Anyway... As your personal maid, I, I will assist you this afternoon... No one else is allowed to approach you! Understand?”

“Do as you please.”

I leaned back into the sofa, listening to Olivia’s rambling with her flushed face.

I had a report from Kasumi-senpai, who had gathered information from the Meijin Student Council president, and a three-way strategy meeting with Arisu was scheduled.

I need to rest until then.

“Alright. Then, I, I will... specially... give you a... massage!”

What?

Because I’m first?

“Massage?”

Did I hear that wrong?

What is she talking about?

Snap.

Her finger pointed at me.

Olivia stammered and shouted.

“Y, yes! A massage! As a noble princess of France, I, I’m specially granting this to you, a mere commoner! Understand?”

Why is she acting so out of the blue?

I’m speechless.

“Why, why aren’t you answering?! I, I’m willing to endure shame to serve you as your personal maid!!”

Olivia shouted, closing her eyes tightly.

I know she’s not thinking anything perverted.

Rather, her voice is proof that my massage is working well.

But the sensation of his firm muscles through his shirt, mixed with his moans, keeps making my thoughts run wild.

My heart keeps racing.

The conversation she overheard in the lobby earlier echoed in her mind.

‘Wearing a maid’s uniform on the bed... I, intense...’

The image of herself in a maid’s uniform, lying on the bed with him, came to mind.

Olivia’s heart pounded.

Her face turned bright red, as if steam was rising from it.

‘No, no! I, I definitely didn’t have any perverted thoughts...! I didn’t!’

Even though she liked him, they weren’t officially dating.

Moreover, Kim Deok-sung was a commoner, and she was a princess of a country.

She couldn’t give up her chastity so easily.

She was different from Shinazaki Rin, who always talked about her chest and was promiscuous.

‘I’m not a loose woman or an easy girl! But, but a little touch... no, a hug and a k, kiss... if ordered, I, I can’t refuse as his personal maid... I, I can’t refuse even more intimate acts...’

Olivia’s blue eyes darted around as her thoughts progressed.

It’s all Kim Deok-sung’s fault.

“Y, you pervert! Stop moaning!!”

Smack.

Olivia hit his back and shouted.

“It’s because it feels good. Why are you reacting like this?”

“Ugh... Hmph.”

Olivia turned her head.

“Of course it feels good! It’s because of my massage, Olivia Napoleon Bonaparte! Hmph. I don’t need your obvious flattery!”

Despite her harsh words, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

Olivia continued the massage with a thrilled expression, thinking to herself.

‘I’m glad I learned massage from Bella. Hehe. Our Bella is truly capable.’

She smiled, recalling Bella’s serious face as she taught her massage techniques, calling it a secret weapon to win a man’s heart.

‘I can’t lose to those sneaky cats!’

Shinazaki Rin, Nishizawa Eri.

Fated rivals in love.

And now, Kamia Makoto.

She couldn’t let them take his heart.

‘I’m first, I’m his personal maid!’

She was the first to meet him.

The first to like him.

The only personal maid.

The one who liked him the most.

All of it was her.

[Lin Shinazaki. I will now use my full power to win his love. Don’t get complacent just because you’re a step ahead. Bonaparte.]

Rin’s voice, declaring her rivalry, echoed in her mind.

With everyone aware of their feelings, she couldn’t just stand by.

Olivia pouted and pressed harder on his back muscles.

“Where have you been? Why are there so many knots? Hmph.”

“Aaaah! That, that hurts?”

“Stop complaining and keep receiving the massage!”

And so, Olivia’s massage and Kim Deok-sung’s screams continued for a long time.

*

After the massage time with Olivia.

I had dinner with her at the hotel restaurant and parted ways.

“Phew. That was refreshing.”

Surprisingly, Olivia was quite good at massage.

I don’t think the original setting mentioned that Olivia was skilled at massage.

Rather, the protagonist was the one with the special skill in massage.