At the sound of her phone alarm at 5 a.m., Hayasaka Ai opened her eyes almost simultaneously.
Her internal clock was already fixed to this hour. The alarm was merely an added layer of insurance.
But before she could reach out to turn it off like usual, an arm stretched over her head, picked up the phone, and silenced it with a gentle swipe.
After that came a soft male voice, close to her ear.
"Aren't you off today? Go back to sleep a bit longer."
Hayasaka Ai stared blankly, blinking slowly.
Her fingers twitched slightly, feeling the bare skin at her fingertips. That was when she realized she was lying in a man's embrace.
And then she remembered what had happened the previous night.
"Ah…?"
She let out a vague, confused sound.
This tone, so unfamiliar from her usual manner, piqued Akira's interest.
He picked up her phone again and unlocked it. Though it didn't open fully, the glow from the screen was enough for him to clearly see her face.
And he noticed something interesting.
Not the dazed expression—what really caught his eye were her eyes.
The eyes are windows to the soul.
But whenever one looked at Hayasaka Ai, her blue irises were like tinted glass—beautiful but opaque, keeping everything hidden behind them.
Only under extreme circumstances could you vaguely perceive anything deeper.
But now, that layer of color has faded slightly. From fully opaque, her gaze had become semi-transparent.
In other words, she was in a nearly defenseless state.
That realization woke Akira up more than any nap could. He gently ran his hand across her smooth back and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Mmm…"
Hayasaka Ai tilted her neck slightly, half-closing her eyes involuntarily, letting out a soft hum that was unlike her usual tone.
Akira waited patiently, watching her slowly adjust and come back to her senses, all while enjoying the soft sensation of her skin pressed against him.
After a moment, Hayasaka Ai finally found the words she wanted to say.
"It… didn't hurt as much as I thought…"
"Of course not. What do you think I worked so hard for?"
When a virgin boy meets a virgin girl, it's often a disaster. Fortunately, Akira was not one—he had experience, and he cared.
Hayasaka Ai didn't know how to respond to that. After a moment of confusion, she softly said, "Thank you…?"
"Mhm. Considering I almost used up a lifetime of patience last night and even held back from going to a second round, I'll accept that thanks."
Akira didn't have much experience playing the host, always being the one served. But wanting to give Hayasaka Ai a good first experience, he had genuinely put effort into it.
After all, this was his first real taste of something he truly wanted since finding a new purpose in life.
It was like a starving man finally facing a delicious meal—yet being forced to cook it slowly, with care.
The hunger and anticipation made it all the more torturous.
And even the actual meal had to be savored in small bites. Delicious, yes—but not nearly satisfying enough.
Hayasaka Ai lowered her head uneasily and whispered, "I… I'm okay now. You don't have to hold back anymore…"
Akira had originally planned to leave after one time. He didn't want to push her too hard and ruin her Sunday.
But like before, he had already spent most of his patience last night—and in a certain state, men tend to think with a different part of the body.
Besides, he still hadn't had enough.
So when she said that, Akira exhaled sharply, leaned down, and bit lightly on the soft skin of her neck.
Hayasaka Ai shivered, letting out a gasp and clinging to his shoulders.
But then she suddenly remembered something and began to struggle in a panic.
"Mr. Ogiwara, it's already morning—you need to go…"
"I was going to. But you made a request, didn't you?"
Even though the nibbling had stopped, his breath still tickled her neck, sending tremors through her body.
"S-sorry, I take it back! I don't want it anymore…"
"Saying sorry won't help now. If you want me to leave early, you better just cooperate, alright?"
Hayasaka Ai shut her eyes, accepting her fate.
She parted her lips slightly to say "Please be quick," but remembering his reaction the last time she said that, she quickly closed her mouth again.
Under Akira's skillful teasing, and with her mind still in a defenseless state from waking, and her body having already adapted to last night's contact, Hayasaka Ai quickly lost herself once more.
This time, alongside more adorable sounds, Akira—thanks to the morning light trickling through the curtains—also got to see some expressions that were… far from graceful.
…
Taking advantage of the fact that most servants in the estate were still inactive, Akira left the Shinomiya family villa in the early morning light, casually carrying out a bag of trash from Hayasaka Ai's room.
Then he sat in his car parked nearby, smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile.
As for Hayasaka Ai, she drifted between sleep and wakefulness all morning. It wasn't until just before noon that she fully came to.
She stared at the ceiling in a daze. Her mind was either completely blank or filled with chaotic thoughts—she herself couldn't tell.
The only thing clear was the sensory memory from last night and this morning.
Once her thoughts finally settled, Hayasaka Ai reached for her phone beside the pillow to check the time—and saw a LINE message from Akira.
[If you're feeling tired, don't worry about teaching little Nanami today. Take the extra time to rest. You've already exceeded all my expectations.]
Hayasaka Ai didn't respond right away. She wasn't quite in the right mental state and was afraid she might say something inappropriate.
Though she doubted Akira would mind—in fact, he might even find it amusing—it was still too risky.
She pushed herself up from the bed. Her legs gave out slightly when they touched the floor, and that's when she realized her body felt almost as limp as it did after a hot bath.
The only difference was the subtle sensation in her lower abdomen—unclear whether it was physical or psychological—that lingered.
It hurt a little, but it wasn't unbearable.
She shook her head hard, trying to wake up fully. It was like she had to re-learn how to use her strength.
Slowly, she staggered into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Showering was her ritual for entering work mode—a mental switch, a symbolic way of putting on her professional mask.
As the warm water cascaded down her body, her gaze sharpened again, returning to that beautiful window capable of concealing everything.
She entered her professional mindset.
Then, with a loud "smack," she covered her face with both hands and muttered in her usual flat tone:
"Ugh—so embarrassing. What the hell did I do? I actually let Mr. Ogiwara serve me, and then said something like that in the morning… I even made noises…"
That line she blurted out clearly wasn't meant to invite another round, but unfortunately—it did.
"But…"
Feeling the lingering weakness in her limbs, and her surprisingly excellent mental state, Hayasaka Ai murmured:
"…This really is more effective than watching videos to relieve stress, huh…"
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