VI / Do You Dislike a H-Grade Maid?
It was Saturday.
Izumi Sumie had been working at the café where he part-timed since morning, and his shift was about to end in the early afternoon. After the lunch rush died down, the elderly owner spoke up.
“Izumi. You can go ahead and leave for today.”
“Huh? Really?”
“Yeah. Lunch was pretty hectic today. Besides, Teru-kun from the pool team is coming in later, so you can clock out early.”
“Thanks!”
After a quick cleanup, Izumi finished up for the day.
“Izumi, you want some food before you go?”
“Ah, no thanks. I’m not really hungry. Appreciate it, though.”
Politely declining the offer, he turned to leave—
—only to bump into someone at the entrance.
“I~zumi-kun ♪”
“Oh, Nanao?”
Izumi was slightly surprised.
After all, they hadn’t made any plans today.
“What’re you doing here?”
“Hmm? Am I not allowed to come pick you up?”
“That’s not it, but… what if I wasn’t here?”
“Then I’d just have some tea and go home.”
She smiled brightly.
“So, are you free after this?”
“Uh, yeah. No plans. I was just gonna head straight home.”
“Perfect. Then this works out great.”
“Works out? You heading home too?”
At that, Nanao fidgeted slightly, twining her fingers together as she looked up at him with a shy glance.
“…I kinda wanna see your place, Izumi-kun…”
“…………”
The implication of those words.
Realizing it, Izumi hesitated.
“N-No, that’s—”
Truthfully, why was he hesitating when Hakua had already have a spare key?
Despite his usual flippant attitude, Izumi was oddly prudish in the weirdest moments.
He wasn’t so shameless as to casually invite a girl—one who openly declared her “I like you ♡”—into his home.
That said, Nanao couldn’t push any further either.
Most people assumed she was aggressive, but the truth was, she was just skilled at exploiting gaps in Izumi’s defenses. As a master of indirect tactics, she struggled when faced with direct resistance—like a technical fighter in a battle manga suddenly overpowered by sheer brute strength.
And then there was Izumi.
Normally, he’d just whine “Stop it~” whenever Nanao teased him, but when it came to that final line, his defensive power was terrifying. His classmates often thought, “Just give in already,” but for Izumi, surrendering wasn’t that easy. His stats skyrocketed like a berserker with nothing left to lose.
A stalemate.
Nanao lacked the decisive breakthrough, while Izumi’s unshakable defense left him immobile.
——Which was why this ambush happened.
“Sounds great~! I wanna go too~ ♪”
“Wha—!?”
Suddenly, something—someone—latched onto Izumi from his blind spot.
Meina.
Of course, she was in casual weekend attire, but her dangerous bust remained as prominent as ever. She deliberately pressed against his back with an “Oraa~”—enough to make Izumi stumble. So much for his “unshakable defense” (lol).
Face burning red, Izumi spun around in panic.
“Huh? Meina? Why—?”
“Fufufu. I was on a date with Nanao-san today~ ♡ Oh? Are you jealous~?”
“Hell no!? Wait, what did you just—”
Meina yanked his hand.
“Now now, no time like the present! Let’s go~!”
“H-Hey! I never said—”
“It’s fine~. A teenage boy’s messy room is totally normal~. Or… is there something you don’t want us to see~?”
“There’s nothing like that!? Quit saying weird stuff in public!”
Meanwhile, watching this unfold from a distance was the café’s elderly owner.
Peering through the window at Izumi being swarmed by two beauties, he paused polishing his favorite frying pan.
“…Izumi’s turning into a delinquent.”
A single tear sparkled—kira~—as it rolled down his cheek……
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Izumi’s Apartment
Next door to Izumi’s place lived Hakua, residing there alone.
A strategic position for her “frequent-visit wife” plan. Even after Nanao’s appearance and Meina’s relentless assaults, her stronghold remained unshaken.
And so, today was no different—Hakua cheerfully prepared lunch for Izumi.
She knew his shift ended in the early afternoon. Since he didn’t seem to have any other plans, he’d probably come straight home without detours.
As she worked in the kitchen, a smug grin spread across Hakua’s face.
(Fufufu. Meina, no matter what schemes you employ, you can’t defeat me. As long as I hold this position, there’s no way I’ll lose!)
Because she was his next-door neighbor!
The closest existence, supporting him in both public and private life!
If a classmate could only spend a fifth of the day with him… a neighbor on weekends had the potential to be with him twenty-four hours straight!
(Schoolyard tactics don’t decide everything! This weekend, I’ll pull far ahead!)
With the confidence of a road racer skilled at consecutive curves, Hakua finished preparing lunch.
Roast duck.
Lamb stew.
Poached sea bream.
Seared foie gras.
Caviar something-or-other……
The table looked like something overzealous newlyweds would set for their first anniversary—yet Hakua felt zero awkwardness. Truly impressive.
After setting the table, she nodded in satisfaction.
(Perfect! Now, all that’s left is to wait for Izumi-kun to return…)
Right then, the doorbell rang.
No deliveries were scheduled for today.
Which meant…
(Izumi-kun! You came straight to my place today!)
Giddy thoughts like “We’re like newlyweds~” filled her head as she hastily untied her apron and rushed to answer.
“Coming~! Izumi-kun, welcome back from work~!”
(Note: The blatantly newlywed-like line was absolutely intentional.)
Hakua floated happily to the door—
……Ten minutes later, she was staring in horror at a towering stack of cardboard boxes in her living room.
“Wh-What is this!? Did I… order something?”
No recollection whatsoever.
Some buff delivery guys had unceremoniously hauled them in (despite being on the third floor), so she had no clue what was inside.
(They’re addressed to me… Did Mother send something from home?)
As she checked the sender—
“———!?”
Hakua’s gaze snapped toward the wall separating her from Izumi’s apartment.
She’d just heard him return. (This complex had very thin walls. Not that she’d chosen this place on purpose—no no, that’d be ridiculous! Ahem.)
Dismissing the boxes for now, she turned to finish preparing lunch—
—when suddenly:
[Wow. Izumi-kun’s place is so clean.]
[Fufu. Points for cleanliness, but that’s kinda disappointing~.]
“———!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?”
The faint voices of two girls (ones she definitely recognized) made Hakua immediately press her ear to the wall.
(Huh!? Nanase Nanao and Meina!? No way…)
But the next words confirmed it—her love rivals’ voices.
[Alright, let’s get started~ ♡]
[Yes~. Izumi-sama seems impatient too~ ♡]
After that devilish exchange…
[…Yeah. Let’s do it, you two.]
The faint rustling of clothes.
Then, Nanao’s breathy voice:
[I-Izumi-kun… If you do that much, I’ll get all exhausted…]
[H-Hey, Nanao! Stop phrasing it like that!]
[Fufu. You like this too, don’t you~? Don’t just focus on her—try mine too~♪]
[Nah, I’m concentrating here first.]
The extremely suggestive conversation made Hakua’s breathing grow ragged.
(—Hah!? What am I—!?)
Snapping back to reality, she shook her head violently.
It wasn’t her fault!
By nature, Hakua was earnest to a fault. After being constantly provoked by Meina’s antics, it was only natural she’d start overanalyzing those topics too. It definitely wasn’t just teenage curiosity! Really!
(Focus! I have to stop those two!)
Even if it sounded consensual, that didn’t matter!
This was about responsibility!
As someone entrusted with Izumi Sumie’s well-being (※not actually asked), she had a duty to protect his wholesome high school life! Also, as student council president (※not asked), she had to guide all students toward purity! And—oh right! As a proper onee-chan, she had to teach her little brother the right way to live his youth! (※DEFINITELY NOT ASKED!)
(Underage promiscuity is ABSOLUTELY UNACCEPTABLE~!)
Hakua bolted out of her room, unlocked Izumi’s door with her spare key,
raced down the mirrored hallway, and burst into the living room—
—where she saw:
“H-Hakua-neesan…?”
“Izumi-kun…?”
Izumi stared at her, pale-faced.
Hakua covered her mouth with both hands, eyes wide in shock, face drained of color.
Because before her was—
——A [PIZZA PARTY]!
A massive LL-sized delivery pizza loomed imposingly on the table.
It was from one of those junk-food chains constantly advertising on TV. And not just any pizza—this one was loaded with extra toppings, a calorie bomb of the kind some unhinged streamer might order as a stupid stunt.
And on the slice in Izumi’s hand—
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