"My household has no rule requiring maids to bare their chests as an apology… What manga brainwashed you into thinking this?" Kagura turned his head, half-clenching a fist near his lips, coughing lightly. "Put it back on. Your sincerity has been duly noted."
"WAAAH—! Why didn't you say I didn't have to?!"
"Respect…! Kawasaki, didn't we just address this?"
Ai crouched, her fingertip pressing Kawasaki's left nipple inward with a squish.
Kawasaki hesitated, wanting to protest but too intimidated, casting pleading glances at Kagura. He rubbed his chin, looking away. "Indeed, breaking rules right after being taught is troublesome. To ensure you remember, I'll impose a punishment. Hasaka, let her dress first."
"Yes…" Ai withdrew her finger, stood, and wiggled it at Kagura, beckoning him closer. Whispering in his ear, she said, "E-cup, exquisite texture, my finger sank right in. Damn it."
"…"
So you poked her just to check that? And 'damn it' because her chest is bigger?
Sayuri had likely anticipated Kawasaki getting stuck, but the "theft" was an unexpected bonus. As she entered, she caught Kawasaki, teary-eyed, accepting an old fountain pen from Kagura.
"Since you like it, it's yours. No one uses it anyway."
Kagura placed the pen in her hand, winking.
He believed Kawasaki's explanation—she wasn't a thief. This was just his way of teasing, forcing the pen on her while she couldn't refuse.
"Oh my~ What's this? Feels like barely a quarter of the room's cleaned!"
Sayuri's critical tone made Kawasaki's tears well up again.
After the humiliation from Kagura and Hasaka, now the madam was inspecting her work—truly a storm after a leak.
"My deepest apologies…" Kawasaki took a deep breath, hands clasped at her waist, bowing. "I encountered a troublesome mishap. Young Master Zeamura and Senior Hasaka assisted me, causing a significant delay. May I continue cleaning?"
"Young Master Kagura, is this true?"
Sayuri winked playfully at him.
"Yes, absolutely…"
Kagura sensed Kawasaki was being toyed with by his mother.
Could Sayuri have orchestrated her getting stuck? No way… Sayuri was just a cute, twin-tailed, otaku, flat-chested mom!
"Tch, in that case…"
Sayuri's gaze swept to Kawasaki, who straightened nervously, but it quickly shifted to Kagura and Hasaka.
"Hey, Kawasaki, don't you think Young Master Kagura and Hasaka look perfect together?"
"HUH?!"
Kawasaki's jaw dropped, leaning forward, thinking she misheard.
Is that something a butler says?! Wait, aren't Kagura and Hasaka both guys? Good grief, is this head butler a fujoshi?!
"Yuriko… really now…" Kagura's eyes held a hint of resentment, while Ai, unbothered, interlocked fingers with him like lovers, smiling at Sayuri. "As you say, my lady."
"Woo—! Young Master and butler, sublime!"
Sayuri clutched her chest, eyes sparkling with peach-heart glee.
She was all in for this.
Kawasaki's lips twitched. Glancing at "Yuriko," then Kagura, she thought: No wonder the head butler wears a butler's outfit—she must regret not being a man. Wait, is Zeamura actually involved with that trainee butler? No, no… that's too…
"So, Young Master Kagura, based on Trainee Kawasaki Saki's cleaning performance, what should her salary be?"
Sayuri sidled up to Kagura, hands on his chest, gazing up adoringly.
Kawasaki's scalp prickled. She now seriously doubted Yuriko's "bedroom duties" comment was no joke.
Kagura seemed accustomed to such intimacy. Ugh, is this the depravity of elite families?
"Kawasaki, what weird thoughts are you brewing?!"
Seeing her odd expression, Kagura lightly tapped her head with a thunk.
"Huh? Uh…! I-I wasn't thinking anything, Young Master."
Kawasaki coughed into her fist, spouting obvious lies.
"Lying to ghosts? Your face hides nothing!"
"I-Is that so?!"
Her shoulders slumped, hands dropping, looking dejected.
"Hm… I saw something quite nice earlier, so… it's 300,000 now, right? Add 30,000!"
Kagura smirked, recalling her enticing stuck rear.
Ai swiftly released his hand, pinching his back hard, making his eyelids twitch in pain.
Is Hasaka jealous?
"Uh…? I-I won't get stuck every month! And don't raise my pay for that, Zeamura… Young Master!"
Kawasaki nearly forgot the honorific, pausing to correct herself.
"Didn't I say I'm generous to those who serve me closely? Right, Yuriko, Hasaka?"
"Indeed," Ai smiled faintly. "Young Master Kagura pays me… 500,000 monthly, with biannual bonuses."
"500,000… as a trainee…"
Kawasaki questioned reality.
Kagura gave Ai far more—gifts for holidays and birthdays that would stun Kawasaki.
Her gaze shifted to Sayuri. She wanted to know her boss's salary, but asking about pay in Japan, especially a superior's, was taboo. After a few hesitant glances, she looked away.
Sayuri, perceptive, knew what she wanted. She pressed against Kagura, tracing circles on his chest with her finger, pouting playfully. "Young Master Kagura, I want a raise too~"
"Uh…"
Kagura's head throbbed. A raise? You control the whole estate!
Clearly, his mom was tormenting Kawasaki, just like him.
Kawasaki was floored. They're so obvious! Zeamura, I'm your classmate—cover it up a bit!
"A raise, a raise~"
Sayuri pouted, swaying as if to rub her chest against him.
But… her chest was even flatter than Eriri's.
"Uh… Hasaka, thoughts?"
"Young Master, I'm merely a trainee butler, unfit to decide. Please judge for yourself."
"Sigh…" Kagura touched his mischievous mom's forehead, smiling. "From next month, how about 10 million? 120 million annually, with three bonuses."
"Ehe~ Young Master Kagura's the best~"
Sayuri hugged him, nuzzling his chest like a purring cat.
Kawasaki's limbs went cold, head spinning. Bedroom duties pay that much? I should've… No, no, Saki, don't think that! You can't sell your body for money!
But… everyone has their choices. If Boss Yuriko wants that, it's her call.
Ai stifled a laugh, her poker face holding strong.
The whole family was playing along, tormenting the new maid, who remained pathetically grateful.
"Then, Young Master Kagura, let's get cozy tonight…"
Sayuri whispered by his cheek, hand shielding her lips, loud enough for Kawasaki, glancing at her deliberately.
Kawasaki gave up. Do what you want! I'm just a worker—none of my business!
Even Kagura was flustered by his mom, blushing and coughing.
After Sayuri left, Kawasaki shoved the pen back at Kagura. "Take it. I'll earn my pay. I don't want this."
"Hey, I said it's yours. Take it—I don't want it!"
Kagura dodged.
"You accused me of stealing, now you're giving it to me? It's humiliating! Take it!"
"I don't want it~ You keep it~"
"This fam—"
Kawasaki's temper flared, but before she said "family," she felt the world spin. Ai had pinned her right arm, pressing her to the floor.
"Kawasaki… Do you ever learn?"
Ai's knee pressed her back, voice low.
"…" Kawasaki struggled, but Ai's hold was flawless. Heart sinking, she sighed. "Fine, I get it…"
"You don't. You're serving the Spencer family's first heir. You're here on Young Master Kagura's favor, but don't get cocky. I've served him thirteen years and never seen a maid as brazen as you. Apologize properly, or pack your bags…"
"Hasaka, enough."
Kagura stopped her.
Ai's outburst carried personal feelings—likely jealousy (though she'd never admit it). She called Kawasaki brazen, but Ai was far bolder, even slapping Kagura when excited.
"My apologies, I overstepped…"
Ai stood, bowed to Kagura, and kissed his hand.
"It's fine… Go on. I'll show Kawasaki around."
"Yes…"
Ai retreated, thinking: You didn't need to tell me to leave.
She was still "under supervision."
After Ai left, Kagura addressed Kawasaki, clutching the pen. "Want the pen or not?"
"I… Sigh—" Kawasaki pocketed it. "Thank you for your gift."
"See? Think I'm stingy?" Kagura waved her over. "Reward's a reward, but the punishment stands. Follow me."
"Ugh…!"
Kawasaki clutched her rear, shyly trailing him.
Before Sayuri arrived, Kagura had said, "For your insolence, I'll spank you as punishment." Could she say no?
He opened the door. Kawasaki mumbled, "Young Master Zeamura, this room…"
"Call me Kagura during work—Young Master Kagura or Master Kagura's fine. The room was just a test. Come on." Stepping out, he turned back, clicking his tongue. "Oh, Kawasaki—"
"…What?"
"Your chest is gorgeous. Thanks for the treat."
"Stop mentioning my chest—!" Panicking, she forgot the honorific, clapping her mouth. Kagura shrugged. "Forgot? Punishment doubled."
"Uh… Yes…"
Black lines trailed behind her head as she followed him like a zombie.
Kagura gave her a brief tour. She regained her spirits, and he led her to his music room.
Locking the door, Kawasaki, still in her school uniform, surveyed the spacious room, breathing deeply. "Young Master Kagura, you practice here?"
"Yup…"
He locked the door, beckoning her to the piano bench.
She approached nervously as he pulled the bench back, sat, and beckoned again.
"No escaping…"
Resigned, she figured she'd face the punishment sooner than later.
With a stoic face, she walked to his side, lay across his lap, curled her legs slightly, and raised her rear.
"This okay…?"
"Not bad," he said, resting his right hand on her skirt. She blushed. "Didn't you say you'd… spank me?"
Meaning: Spank me, I accept, but no rubbing!
"Relax, I'm not taking advantage."
"…"
What advantage haven't you taken? she cursed inwardly, staying silent to avoid worse punishment.
"Ready?"
"Ready… Wait, Young Master Kagura, how many… spanks? I-I'm scared of pain."
Her rear tingled at his words, though he hadn't started.
"Fair point. Fifty spanks per offense, doubled for earlier, so exactly one hundred."
"Eek?!"
"Ready? Here we go!"
Amid her protests, Kagura lifted her uniform skirt, revealing her round, snow-white rear adorned with black lace panties.
SLAP—!
A firm spank landed on her right cheek, her rear jiggling, restrained by the panties.
"It hurts…"
One spank felt like her rear was blooming.
It wasn't as painful as imagined, but the shame of her skirt flipped up, baring her rear, stung psychologically.
"Just one. Second's coming~"
"Ugh…"
Kawasaki bit her lip, teary, enduring.
SLAP—SLAP SLAP!
Spanks rang out, Kagura's hand stinging. To ease it, he rubbed her rear after a few hits. Initially resistant, she soon stopped protesting.
"Phew…"
After forty or fifty, his palm was red, her pale cheeks pink, the right bearing a precise red handprint.
"Hah… hah…"
Kawasaki panted suppressedly on his lap, resting.
Kagura rested his hand on her right cheek, rubbing gently. "Kawasaki, ready? I'm continuing."
"…Just spank, less talk."
She snapped back, unyielding.
Fine, spank however you want. I accept.
The second round began.
SMACK—! SMACK—!
If the first was childlike slaps, the second was adult spanks—stronger, angled differently, each followed by a rub between her thighs. Kawasaki bit her teeth, whimpering, until…
After a dozen, she sensed something wrong.
Oh no… my…
What she felt, Kagura saw: the black lace panties' center darkened, damp with her arousal.
Is Kawasaki secretly a masochist…?
He didn't call it out, continuing silently.
Kawasaki, mortified, kept her head down, blood rushing from the position, dizzy, praying he wouldn't tease her further.
He didn't, and they continued in silent understanding until the hundred spanks ended.
"Punishment complete."
Kagura rubbed her rear a few more times, pulling her skirt down.
His palm throbbed—force works both ways. He checked into the system, restoring his body to peak condition, pain and swelling vanishing, his hand returning to normal.
Kawasaki lay on his lap, flushed and panting. Hearing "punishment complete," she slid to her knees beside him, clutching his leg, covering her mouth. Her rear was sore, numb, swollen, yet oddly pleasant, as if awakening a strange fetish…
And… she was undeniably wet. Mortifying.
"Kawasaki…"
She snapped her head up at his voice, sweat-drenched and alluring.
"Next time you skip honorifics or offend me, it's fifty spanks. Got it?"
She nodded obediently. "Got it…"
Maybe I'll defy him next week…
With only the piano bench to sit on, Kawasaki stood soon after, legs weak, skirt damp. She wanted to change, but without his dismissal, she lingered.
"Any song you'd like?"
Kagura sat at the piano, lifting the key cover.
"Huh…? You're asking me, Young Master Kagura?"
"Who else?"
He chuckled, propping his chin, eyeing her with interest.
Spanking her to arousal embarrassed him too.
"You'd… play a song for me?"
"Why not? It's practice either way. Hurry, any favorites?"
"Then… um…" Kawasaki fidgeted, index fingers touching, mumbling, "The Irish Lover."
She'd recently discovered it after learning of Kagura's fame. Initially uninterested in "elite" instruments like the piano, his transfer to Class F piqued her curiosity, leading her to search his work.
Among his top compositions, Maid's Skirt ranked first, a complex foreign piece (his Chopin Competition final) second, and The Irish Lover third. She listened to them all, finding the third most captivating.
With a live performance chance, she'd regret not naming it.
"Oh… I meant you could pick any song you like. I'll try playing it. If I don't know it, I'll need the sheet music."
Kagura's perfect pitch let him transcribe any song heard once, akin to Mozart.
Unlike the music-obsessed genius, Kagura's childhood and teens leaned toward women (Ai), making music a part-time pursuit, yet he still won the Chopin Competition effortlessly.
"No… I mean… The Irish Lover is fine…"
She bowed her head lower.
"Alright…"
Kagura smiled, took a deep breath, straightened, and began playing.
As the notes flowed, Kawasaki closed her eyes, immersing herself. Though slightly different from the recording, it was enchanting. She envisioned a quirky girl's every expression—pouting, sulking, joyful—vivid scenes dancing in her mind.
No wonder it's called The Irish Lover.
A question arose: Who was the Irish girl who captivated Kagura? No gossip ever mentioned her!
"Thank you for listening… Did you enjoy it?" Kagura asked politely.
Kawasaki opened her eyes, hands clasped at her chest, breathing deeply to compose herself, smiling. "You're annoyingly famous for a reason."
"Honorific!"
"Ah…"
She clapped her mouth.
"Your rear's sore enough today, right? Next Saturday then."
"Ugh…" She clutched her rear, muttering, "You hit too hard…"
At 10 p.m., Kagura stretched, returning to his room, dismissing Kawasaki. In her dorm, she found a walkie-talkie charging, with a note:
[To Kawasaki: Keep the walkie-talkie on and with you at all times. When Young Master Kagura calls, respond immediately. Rest well tonight. Tomorrow, wear a maid outfit provided, and a tailor will measure you for custom uniforms. Good night.
Yuriko]
"Ah…"
Exhausted, Kawasaki collapsed onto the soft dorm bed without showering. The stinging pain in her rear made her wince, hissing as she shifted to a comfier position, panting. "Hope coming here wasn't a mistake… So far, it's okay…"
Just… they saw my chest and rear… So embarrassing.
Having "checked in" around 9 p.m., Kagura was wide awake post-bath, lying restless. He noticed a walkie-talkie by his bed—clearly for summoning Kawasaki, his "personal maid," who must respond instantly.
But he hadn't forgotten his personal butler.
After bathing, he grabbed underwear but paused.
"Tch… Why's this pair reeking of a woman's arousal? Hasaka's doing? Nah… No way it's Mom. That's absurd."
Frowning, he tossed it into the laundry, picked a clean pair, donned a bathrobe, tied the sash, and shuffled to his mom's room in slippers.
Or rather, Ai's room.
Was Mom there?
At the door, he knocked softly. It was 10:32 p.m.
"Please enter."
Kagura turned the knob and pushed.
The door was lockless when Ai stayed, letting him enter freely, but with his mom, he took precautions.
Inside, a long-haired beauty, seemingly naked, was rising from bed. She'd swapped the bedding to wine-red sheets and pillows, matching his own.
"Sayuri, chest, chest—!"
Kagura shielded his eyes, warning her.
"Oh…" Sayuri lazily pulled the blanket up, yawning. "Kagura, you're seventeen. Still shy seeing your mom's chest…? Yawn…"
"No, no, that's not right!" He kept his eyes covered. "Not being shy only applies when I was a baby! And I didn't see—I warned you to cover up!"
"Ugh~" Sayuri stretched languidly, barely covering her chest, lying back. "So, Young Master Kagura, what's the visit for? Really here to cuddle with Yuriko?"
"No way!" he retorted loudly, peeking. Good, she's covered. Breathing easier, he asked, "Can I come in?"
"As your butler, how could I refuse~?"
She teased, shaking her head.
Kagura stepped to her bedside, lightly flicking her forehead. "You're really into this role…"
"Ehe—It's just so fun…"
Sayuri reached for his robe, but he preemptively lifted its hem, startling her into covering her eyes—though her fingers parted widely.
"What, you're wearing underwear!"
She pouted, disappointed, rolling her eyes.
Her glossy black hair spilled over the pillow, some draping her shoulders. Her exposed collarbone was strikingly alluring.
Like Eriri in build and height (but lighter, thanks to Eriri's erratic artist lifestyle), Sayuri's collarbone might mirror hers.
"What guy nowadays skips underwear and flashes his mom?!"
"True… but I was startled, thinking I'd see a massive rod surrounded by dark hair."
"Sayuri, how many times have you teased me today? Can't I scare you back? And please, don't say 'rod' to your son…"
Kagura let the robe fall, circling to Ai's usual study desk.
A draft sketch lay open. With his rudimentary art knowledge, it seemed near-finished, but the dialogue made him slap his forehead, muttering, "Sayuri, don't draw doujins in my room…"
Especially incest ones.
"No, no, this is my room."
"Your room's nested in mine!"
"By that logic, you lived in my womb. Does that make me yours too?"
"I…"
Kagura was speechless, unable to counter.
After silently studying the draft, Sayuri tucked the wine-red blanket over her chest, propping her chin, eyeing his profile. "Want to find Ai for some love-making?"
"Stop saying that in front of your kids! You're a mother!"
He gave a wry smile.
"Fine, I can tell. You've got something on your mind, right?"
"…Nothing gets past you."
"Come here, to Mommy."
Sayuri patted the bed. Kagura complied, pushing the blanket aside and sitting.
Pat, pat~ She gently tapped his back, asking, "Let Mommy guess… Qiong's matter?"
"You're a mind-reader!"
"Call me Sayuri!"
"Uh… Sayuri, you're a mind-reader?!"
"Of course not. If I were… ugh~ I wouldn't dare go to Comiket."
"How so?"
"Imagine, at a place packed with lustful men, hearing their thoughts would mortify me."
"Uh… fair." Kagura nodded, redirecting. "Don't dodge the topic."
"Caught me!"
"No kidding."
"Fine…" Unable to evade, Sayuri propped her chin dryly. "What do you want to know?"
"About Qiong…"
"It's not her fault. She's innocent. I love her, just like you and Eriri."
"True…" Kagura sighed, feeling Sayuri's right arm around his waist, comforting him. He clasped her hand, fingers interlocking. "What do you think of Dad now?"
"We're only husband and wife in name, for your sake. I won't divorce him, and he's too stubborn to want one."
"I thought you two were madly in love."
"That was a facade for you kids," she poked his stomach, tickling him into laughter, then added, "Women are skilled at deception. Be careful."
"Oh…"
"But," her tone turned mischievous, "if Eriri knew our relationship was shattered, she'd wail and beg me to reconcile. Mehehe, she's adorable…"
"How much do you want to tease Eriri…?"
"If kids aren't for fun, what's the point… cough I mean, they're still meaningful."
"Sayuri, you're exposed!"
"Just joking," she poked his stomach again. "What, you want me to reconcile too?"
"I know it's because of Qiong's mom, but… Sayuri, how smitten were you to believe he'd never cheat?"
"Back then… he kept every promise. I'd forget some, but he'd remember, surprising me. So I trusted his vows. On our wedding day, he swore to God to sleep with and love only me. I believed him…"
"And he broke that vow, right?"
"Exactly. I learned a lesson."
She gripped his hand tightly, shaking it.
"What?"
"Men's other words might be true, but 'I'll only sleep with you' is pure nonsense!"
Abandoning her chin, she slapped the bed, her face more puckered than if she'd downed lemon juice, regretting her naivety.
"…You're not wrong."
Kagura palmed his forehead, chuckling wryly.
"So… with you and Ai, I didn't stop you, letting it flow naturally. I just didn't expect you to be so unrestrained. I'm worried."
"Sorry for worrying you."
Kagura rubbed his face with her hand.
Perhaps due to meticulous care, Sayuri's hand felt as soft as Ai's or Megumi's, smooth without wrinkled joints. In a school uniform, she'd outshine Eriri as a JK.
"So…" Sayuri fumbled under her pillow, finally pulling out an item, showing it to him. "How about Mommy manages your climaxes?"