It was a magnificent composition.
Hannah, stomping on the head of the man collapsed on the floor, grabbed another thug by the neck and lifted him into the air.
A scene like a painting.
Click.
It was a moment I couldn't resist capturing.
"I took it too quickly. I'll take it again, Hannah. Say cheese~."
I wanted to properly remember and preserve this moment, so I flashed my smartphone again.
Click!
It wasn't intentional from the start.
Hannah hadn't returned after a long time, so I had no choice but to go looking for her.
Even if it's just a fake relationship, if I, her boyfriend, don't look after her, who else will?
"Hmm, this one turned out pretty well."
Taking the picture was also an unavoidable act.
Hannah used her powers against ordinary people.
There was no way she would leave me, who witnessed the scene, alone.
This was an action to protect myself.
In short, justice was on my side.
Sophistry?
Well, it's true.
I was already feeling grand, thinking about using this photo to blackmail Hannah and do this and that.
"You..."
Hannah, who had finally opened her mouth, glared at me with a face still in shock.
If you're going to resent someone, resent Alex Parker, not me, Hannah.
That guy is a total piece of trash.
Do you know how you're maintaining your virginity, and why Alex Parker hasn't touched you yet?
He's waiting for you, Hannah, to spread your legs yourself.
He's trying to take the initiative.
That way, he can confidently sleep with other women while dating you.
That's how much of a trash he is.
"Partial therianthropy, is it? That seems like a very convenient ability."
I smiled, renewing my resolve to get revenge on Alex.
"Did you see? No, did you take a picture?"
A fleeting moment passed, and Hannah, snapping back to her senses, bared her teeth at me.
Thump, thump!
Of course, after throwing away the thug she was holding.
"Stop."
I raised my hand calmly, as if training an animal.
"I've already sent the photo to Cynthia. If anything happens to me, she won't stand still. Since she frequents the Management Bureau, she might directly report it to a high-ranking official."
And then I continued.
"A-Are you threatening me right now?"
"Anyone who hears that would misunderstand. Let's calm down and talk rationally."
"..."
"Let's clean up here first. Soon, hunters from the Management Bureau's Surveillance Division, who sensed your magic, will come rushing in."
"Okay, uh..."
"I'll smooth things over with your friends. But what are you going to do with these three?"
I asked, looking back at the three men sprawled on the floor, unconscious.
"My dad, no, our guild will take care of it."
Hannah said, releasing her powers and making a phone call somewhere.
Seeing her fully utilizing the power of her authority, I inwardly broke out in a cold sweat.
'Definitely, if I hadn't taken the picture, I would have been screwed too.'
The best defense is offense.
The current situation was exactly that.
"Ah, right."
"What now?!"
When I spoke as if something had suddenly occurred to me, Hannah, who had just finished her call, snapped back irritably.
"We were supposed to decide by today, right? The price for me acting as your boyfriend."
"...Are you telling me not to touch you?"
"No, let me touch your tail just once."
I can't resist the tail.
* * *
The next morning.
Bang! Bang!
Someone with a nasty temper was rudely banging on the front door.
"Is the doorbell just for decoration?"
I opened the front door and rebuked Hannah, who had a sulky look on her face.
"...I didn't hear it."
"Ah, you didn't hear it. So that's why. Then I have to understand."
"You, that tone is really annoying."
"Really?"
"Anyway, I'm busy. Tell me what you need. Why did you call me from the morning?"
"Let's talk inside."
I sat Hannah down in the living room, fiddled with the coffee machine, and then just gave her instant coffee.
Then Hannah, who was looking around the house, said.
"The hospitality isn't great. Considering you live in a nice place."
Her words were barbed, as if she was quite dissatisfied with what happened last night.
"Someone stole my wallet, you see."
"..."
"I'm saying this now, but why do you delinquent types extort money from others even though your families aren't poor?"
"It's the poor delinquents who extort money. Not me."
"Is that so?"
"Some of them are short on allowance. Ugh, why am I even talking about this with you?"
Hannah grumbled lightly and drank her instant coffee.
I stared at her intently before getting to the point.
"What happened after that?"
"What?"
"Didn't you go to the Surveillance Division and get investigated?"
"I received a formal investigation. Fortunately, it was handled as self-defense."
"Since there were no other witnesses, it must have been easy for the guild to negotiate with the Management Bureau, right?"
"...That's right."
"The world is so dirty, isn't it?"
"Don't be sarcastic."
Her cold gaze and every word, as if I had earned her deep resentment, pierced my skin.
When you think about it, good words couldn't come out.
I had been constantly provoking her since yesterday, and our positions were what they were.
Taking her rude attitude into consideration, I decided to correct her gradually later and first showed her the tablet screen.
"What's this?"
"It's an article I wrote. I tried to make it a big feature with the title 'Students indiscriminately abusing their powers, is this okay?' How is it? The picture turned out pretty well, right?"
Hannah's face contorted at my clear intention.
"You fucking bastard!"
"Don't swear."
"You son of a bitch!"
"I'm really going to spread this to the media, you know?"
"You bad guy!"
I couldn't help but laugh at her gradually softening her language.
"Take out 'son of a bitch' too."
"Ugh, you bad man! What did I do wrong to you that you're doing this?!"
Eventually, Hannah, unable to contain her anger, jumped up from her seat and shouted.
"Are you asking because you don't know? You said it all yesterday. You've already forgotten about stomping on my head and bullying me?"
"...Ha, so you're going to get revenge like this? If you turn that into an article and spread it, do you think you'll be safe?"
"I don't particularly want to have a mud fight with you."
I closed the tablet, giving Hannah room for compromise.
She also didn't want to see it through to the end, and her face, with a much calmer demeanor, slumped back into her seat.
"What do you want? A sincere apology? What, something like that? Should I crawl under your legs?"
"What's the point of an apology when you don't even mean it?"
I chuckled and threw an apron at Hannah.
"...What's this?"
"Make me food first. All the side dishes are in the fridge, so just cook them."
"..."
"After breakfast, do the cleaning and laundry too."
"You don't mean..."
"Yes."
Hannah's complexion, making a dumbfounded expression, gradually turned white.
It's not like it's a nude apron.
"Are there about 20 days left of vacation? Come to my house every day during that time. I want you to do what Cynthia used to do."
I held the tablet in my hand and shook it lightly.
"Fucking hell..."
"I want you to take care of me. Then I'll erase all of this. Simple, right?"
The content may seem simple, but the reality is not at all.
How much housework would Hannah, who grew up spoiled under her powerful father, have done?
But because there was a general perception that housework was easy for ignorant kids, Hannah readily accepted my conditions.
"...You really only want me to do it during the vacation?"
She repeatedly confirmed with a suspicious face.
"Yeah. Really only until the vacation period."
"Cynthia? You just want me to do the housework like she did, right?"
"Why are you so suspicious?"
"How can I not be suspicious? You're a real son of a bitch."
"Then what, should we write a contract or something?"
"Yes! Write it!"
Only after pressing her thumbprint on the contract did Hannah finally look relieved.
It's annoying, but it's better than the mistake from last night becoming a big deal by being turned into an article.
That's roughly how she seemed to understand it.
'She doesn't want to cause any more trouble to her father or the guild, and she doesn't want Alex Parker to find out either.'
Following that, Hannah stomped and headed to the kitchen with a nervous expression.
I smiled slightly, watching her back.
'You shouldn't make contracts carelessly in the first place.'
It didn't take long for her to learn the bitter taste of the world.
Clang!
Hannah, who had broken several dishes, glanced at me cautiously, like a cat that had made a mess of the house.
Her careful expression was quite cute, different from her usual cold impression, but I had no intention of quietly letting it go.
"Ugh, damn it! Again?! I told you to do housework, but you're ruining the house!"
"I-I'll buy them... And don't swear..."
"You can replace the mop, but how are you going to buy the same dishes as that?!"
"If there aren't the same ones, I can buy similar ones..."
"What about this cup you broke? My late mother brought it from her family home!"
It was a lie.
I don't even know where the dishes and furniture that I had given meaning to one by one came from.
"S-Sorry..."
But Hannah, who had no way of knowing that fact, lowered her head and made a tearful face.
"Does saying sorry end my life, no, my contract period? Please do it right! Do it right!"
"But I'm working hard..."
"Don't just work hard, do it properly! Properly!"
"Tch..."
Eventually, Hannah couldn't stand my nagging and threw the duster she was holding on the floor.
"I'm not doing it!"
Hannah, who had only lived as a princess or queen, teared up at the first instance of power harassment she had ever experienced.
How is it? It sucks to be on the receiving end, right? That's why you shouldn't have bullied weak people like me.
"What do you mean you're not doing it? What kind of tantrum is this?"
"Hey! Kyle..."
"Don't you remember signing the contract? If you violate the above clause, the period will be doubled. Look, you even put your thumbprint on it?"
In fact, it is easy to have such an unfair contract invalidated.
From her perspective, she had no freedom of decision.
But unfortunately, she had no way of knowing that fact.
"Hwaaaa!"
All Hannah could do was cry her heart out.
And.
After thoroughly instilling her and my perspectives all day long, I grabbed her as she was about to return home.
"Where are you going?"
"Home... I-I'm going home!"
Hannah, who was completely intimidated, added dejectedly.
"What else is left? I did the cooking, cleaning, laundry, and everything. I canceled all my appointments because of you, so please let me go now."
In contrast to her, I calmly brought up my real purpose.
"Relieve me once before you go."
I expressed the words "give me a handjob" in a roundabout way.
"The way Cynthia used to do it."
Of course, Cynthia had never taken care of my sexual desires, but again, there was no way she would know that.
"W-What?"
Doubting her ears, Hannah's expression froze stiff.