"E-Eriri-senpai... and Sagiri-sen... pai..."
Watching the skilled movements of her two seniors, Sora Ginko was instantly stupefied.
Eriri was one thing—she was a high school girl (JK), so as long as it was consensual, no one could say much.
But Sagiri... y-y-you... aren't you a bit too young?
She called Sagiri "Senpai" because of her seniority in the workplace, but she was clearly younger in age. Wasn't doing this a bit morally gray?
However, seeing how immersed Sagiri was, she was probably a "senior" in this aspect as well.
Now that both seniors were going for it, did she have to join in too?
Sora Ginko pursed her lips tightly, struggling with hesitation for a good while until she noticed Su Mo's face.
Actually, even without the bonus of a "talent injection," I'm not exactly losing out here, am I?
Never mind, then.
Her legs immediately went soft, and she knelt down alongside them.
At this moment, she finally understood what the scent of photinia flowers* on Mashiro earlier meant. She also finally understood what Eriri meant by saying she'd have to "wait in line."
[T/N: Photinia flowers are infamous in internet culture for smelling like fresh semen.]
Fortunately, Eriri had a sharp tongue but a soft heart; she left a spot open, giving Sora Ginko room to observe and learn.
That day, Sora Ginko learned a great many things.
Less than two hours later, Eriri and Sagiri were defeated one after another, collapsing onto the tatami mats in a deep sleep.
As for Sora Ginko, having been the first to suffer defeat, she had only just woken up.
Still temporarily immobilized by the tingling soreness running through her body, she could only lie there quietly, waiting for her stamina to recover.
At that moment, her Master, Su Mo, was speaking with his AI butler, Hatsune Miku.
"There are clearly other ways to bestow these gifts. Why do you insist on guiding them to use this method?"
Su Mo's opening question stunned Sora Ginko.
But upon reflection, she didn't regret it; instead, she felt full of gratitude toward Hatsune Miku.
"I just wanted to tell these little ones that if they want something, they have to put in the effort to please Master themselves. We can't let them develop a mindset of getting something for nothing," Hatsune Miku replied matter-of-factly. "Besides, Master doesn't dislike this method, does he?"
"Not really."
Su Mo shook his head. If he had been unwilling, he would have stopped it immediately.
"I was just curious about the logic behind your actions. I didn't expect you to think so far ahead."
He hadn't asked the question to deflect blame like some dense protagonist in a Japanese light novel who takes advantage of a situation and then plays innocent. The maids in this mansion were his property; whatever he did with them was his right. There was no need to shift the blame, nor did he care about anyone else's opinion.
When it comes to passion, one should follow nature's course without restraint.
He simply noticed that the evolved Miku seemed to enjoy orchestrating these scenarios.
Hearing Su Mo's praise, Hatsune Miku revealed a smug expression.
"But of course! As Master's most trusted butler, managing the balance of Master's harem is my fundamental duty! This plays a vital role in Master's physical and mental well-being, so it must be treated with the utmost seriousness."
"Besides, although I don't know what happened before, Master must have gone through a lot of hardship to gain his current power. You finally came back—how could you not relax a little?"
Compared to a traditional loyal minister who risks death to offer blunt advice, this girl seemed more like a "cyber-sycophant."
She didn't care about her own evolution or how much power Su Mo had gained. She only cared if Su Mo was tired or needed rest. Her standard for evaluating everything centered entirely on Su Mo, with zero regard for anyone else.
In ancient times, she would easily be on the level of Daji, the legendary femme fatale.
"It wasn't that hard."
Su Mo shook his head.
Although it took some time, generally speaking, his journey to becoming this strong hadn't involved many uncontrollable dangers.
"Is that so...? But I've already arranged tonight's maid duty roster—Yukino, Aoyama Nanami, and Nakiri Erina. Should I notify them that the shift is cancelled?" Hatsune Miku asked for instructions immediately upon hearing Su Mo's response.
"Yukino and Nanami..."
Recalling these two maids, Su Mo paused briefly.
Leaving "Erina-chi" aside—since she possessed the God Tongue, she was naturally talented and usually served as the chef among the maids—the other two were different.
Due to their childhood experiences and living environments, they were obsessed with the concept of talent. If they heard the news about Mashiro, they definitely wouldn't be able to sit still.
Instead of making them keep waiting, it would be better to—
"Keep the schedule as is," Su Mo decided.
"Yes!"
Hatsune Miku acknowledged the order immediately. She went quiet for a few seconds, seemingly searching for something via her electronic terminal.
"Speaking of which, Yukino's sister, Haruno, and Erina's cousin, Alice, seem to have submitted applications before as well... But why can't I reach these two? Are they in the bath and not carrying their terminals?"
The cyber-girl frowned slightly, muttering in dissatisfaction at the difficulty she encountered.
"Should I just drag these guys into a group chat to unify the schedule planning?"