The screen displayed Sayaka's silhouette, clad in a thin, light green negligee, casting a sweet smile toward the camera.
A small note was scribbled beneath the photo:
"My friend told me guys like this sort of thing... Are you one of them?"
"Ahem! Where did that come from?" Tatsuya cleared his throat, his composure momentarily shaken. "I mean, I certainly like it, but I think pink or blue would look even better on you."
"Hehe, then I'll make sure to buy a new one that suits your taste," Sayaka replied, her tone suggesting she fully intended to show it to him in person.
To be honest, Tatsuya felt a surge of heat rising within him. He was forced to suppress his mounting desire; he had other priorities that required his immediate attention.
"Let's save that talk for another time. Sayaka, has there been any movement from Blanche?"
"Blanche?"
...
"Ah! I completely forgot! They contacted me earlier to take part in an upcoming raid on First High!"
"Oh? And when do they plan to strike?"
"The day after tomorrow. They said they need my help to infiltrate the school grounds."
"...Sayaka, I want you to go along with their request."
"But..."
"Do you trust me?"
"Mm."
"Then do as they ask. Leave the rest to me."
"Alright..."
A faint smile played on Tatsuya's lips as he sent a final message—one he knew would bring a smile back to her face.
On the other end of the line, Sayaka's face flushed deep crimson after reading Tatsuya's parting words. Overwhelmed by a wave of pure bliss, she buried her face in her pillow, kicking her legs in a desperate attempt to contain her excitement.
Tatsuya's message was brief, yet it struck the heart of the young girl in love with the force of a physical blow:
"Once all of this is settled, let's go out together."
Sayaka couldn't stop herself from giggling, whispering softly into the quiet of her room,
"I can't wait..."
...
The following morning, Tatsuya was stirred from his slumber by Honami.
"Tatsuya-sama, breakfast is ready," Honami murmured softly, her voice a gentle wake-up call.
"Mm." Tatsuya sat up groggily, his gaze inadvertently falling upon the "small tent" rising prominently from his lap.
"Ah."
An awkward silence filled the air.
Honami pressed a finger to her lips, an elegant, knowing smile gracing her features.
"Tatsuya-sama," she said in a silk-smooth tone, "if you would permit me, I would be honored to assist you with... this."
Tatsuya hesitated for a heartbeat before giving a subtle nod.
"Permission granted. Just be quick about it; we can't let Miyuki find out."
Honami's smile brightened, her eyes sparking with a hint of fervor.
"As you wish, Tatsuya-sama."
Fifteen minutes later, Tatsuya emerged from his room, fully dressed and composed.
Honami followed shortly after. She was practically scurrying, one hand clamped firmly over her mouth. She didn't even acknowledge the greetings of the other maids she passed in the hallway.
It wasn't out of rudeness—she simply couldn't. Her mouth was currently full, rendering her unable to speak a single word.
...
When Tatsuya reached the dining table, he was immediately greeted by Miyuki's warm, innocent smile.
"It's not like you to oversleep, Onii-sama."
"I was busy investigating something late into the night. That's likely the reason."
Miyuki blinked her big, innocent eyes, her voice laced with concern.
"Perhaps Onii-sama should take the day off to rest?"
Tatsuya offered a small smile, shaking his head calmly.
"There's no need. I'm perfectly fine."
"Even if Onii-sama says so, Miyuki can't help but worry."
Deciding that words were no longer effective, Tatsuya reached out and gently stroked Miyuki's head.
The complaints died in her throat instantly. Her heart fluttered with joy, and she returned to her breakfast in high spirits.
After Tatsuya and Miyuki departed for school, it was time for the maids to have their own breakfast.
"Is Lady Honami not eating?" one of the maids asked curiously.
Honami offered a faint smile and shook her head.
"I'm already full."
"Full? Did you eat already, My Lady?"
Honami shook her head again.
"Then—"
"That's enough. Finish your food and get back to work!" Honami's tone was sharp and authoritative, a clear deflection to avoid further questioning.
The maids hurried to finish their meal, cleared the table, and dispersed to their respective duties.
Tatsuya and Miyuki lived in a sprawling residence—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a mansion in the heart of the city.
Because of its scale, a large staff was required to maintain daily operations. Without the maids, their comfortable lifestyle would be impossible.
The Yotsuba family in this world was remarkably warm; their treatment of the staff was so kind that the maids felt a deep sense of belonging and loyalty.
Watching the maids bustle about, Honami placed a hand over her stomach, whispering under her breath,
"Tatsuya-sama..."
For a fleeting second, a look of intense, borderline obsessive devotion flickered in her eyes, vanishing the moment another maid approached her.
...
"Achoo!"
"Onii-sama!"
Miyuki practically lunged at Tatsuya, her expression one of sheer panic and worry.
"I'm fine, Miyuki. Someone was probably just talking about me behind my back."
Miyuki still looked unconvinced.
Left with no other choice, Tatsuya wrapped his arms around her to reassure her. The display was certainly conspicuous, especially since they were right in the middle of their commute to school.
"Flirting as usual, I see. You two really don't care where you are, do you?" Erika appeared from behind them, a mischievous smirk on her face as she interrupted the moment.
Tatsuya gave a small, teasing smile.
"Are you jealous?"
"Where do you see that?!" Erika snapped back, her face flushing with indignation.
Tatsuya chuckled and finally released Miyuki.
Having calmed down, Miyuki greeted Erika and Mizuki with her usual grace.
Erika stepped up to walk beside Tatsuya.
"Tatsuya-kun, thank you. For everything."
"You're welcome. It's good to see you back to your old, cheerful self."
"Hehehe." Erika beamed at him, looking undeniably cute.
Tatsuya smiled back, a sense of relief and quiet happiness settling over him as they continued their walk toward the school gates.
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