Now, only Meina and Hakua remained in the living room.
“Meina. What exactly are you trying to do?”
“…………”
Meina responded with a faint smile.
That devilishly beautiful smile—seeing it, Hakua was certain. Meina definitely had some deeper intention. No matter how far she’d fallen into the demonic arts of wisdom, the [All-Knowing Brain] of the esteemed Shiragiku family wouldn’t barge into a boy’s room without purpose.
(Could she be planning to plant a listening device to monitor Izumi-kun’s movements…? Or… is Father somehow involved!?)
And then, Meina—
With a sharp gaze, she answered without hesitation.
“I teamed up with Nanao-san to sneak into Izumi-sama’s place and, if possible, aim for a chance~?”
“Ughhhh!! I’m being serious here~~~!!”
“Nothing special happened!”
Hakua was tempted to fling her own servant, who was so shamelessly honest about her desires, straight out the window. But after barely restraining herself, she cleared her throat with a cough.
“You are to leave this apartment immediately. We must minimize the risk of our relationship being exposed.”
Meina, however, refused outright.
“I’m afraid I cannot comply with your request, my lady.”
“Wh-why not?”
Still wearing that defiant smirk, Meina smoothly pointed toward the living room.
“Take a look at that.”
“……Huh?”
It was the luggage from earlier.
Come to think of it, Hakua had been about to check the sender. In a fluster, she inspected it—and her eyes widened in shock at the unbelievable truth.
“Th-this is YOUR stuff!?”
“I vacated my temporary lodging as of yesterday, so I have nowhere to stay from today onward~.”
The would-be freeloader puffed out her chest with inexplicable pride.
“Fufufu. Since I’ve returned to Japan, I thought living with you, my lady, wouldn’t be so bad~.”
“It would be bad! Since when do you get to decide that!?”
“Eh? But isn’t it the Shiragiku family’s pride to work oneself to the bone for the happiness of its employees~?”
“Stop twisting my words to suit your agenda! Why do we have to share personal lives!?”
Hakua was absolutely against it.
And for good reason. She’d worked hard to track down Izumi’s residence and used every means possible to secure her love nest (one-sidedly). The idea of someone invading that space was an absolute no.
But Meina—
Before that [All-Knowing Brain], such sentiments meant nothing! As if Hakua’s refusal was already accounted for, she smirked and declared:
“But if I live with you, my lady, chores like cooking and laundry would…”
“……!?”
Hakua wavered at those words.
It was true—living alone meant handling all the mundane tasks herself, which took a toll on her high school life.
If Meina, her exceptionally competent servant, could take care of all that…
(I could focus all my energy on the battle for Izumi-kun!)
But in response to Hakua’s expectations, Meina—
“…mean you wouldn’t have to do them anymore~.”
“Why are you assuming I’d be doing everything!? Aren’t you the servant here!?”
It was the exact opposite of what she expected!
Scolded, Meina puffed out her cheeks in protest.
“It can’t be helped~. American universities didn’t teach me how to cook or anything~.”
“That’s a basic life skill!”
“Bashi… raif…? Japanese is so hard…”
“It’s way too late to play the ‘overseas returnee’ card now!?”
Hakua rubbed her temples at her servant’s abysmal growth.
(Is this girl really fit to be my right hand? No—any outsider would say she’s not, but the family’s trusted head secretary vouched for her… Ugh…)
Seizing the moment of hesitation, Meina confidently declared:
“Fufufu. My lady, there’s no need to rush to conclusions~.”
“Why do you sound so smug?”
Hakua was starting to feel exhausted.
But Meina flashed her a sly grin.
“If you take me in… I’ll teach you a secret strategy to win over Izumi-sama.”
“Eh……?”
That proposal—
It was exactly what Hakua wanted most.
Of course, the subtleties of her master’s heart were crystal clear to Meina, wielder of the [All-Knowing Brain]. With a fox-like smirk, she whispered in Hakua’s ear:
“You want Izumi-sama to see you as a girl too, don’t you~?”
“……!”
There was no way something this convenient could be real.
Yet her mind flashed to her rival, Amane Amaoto—who’d stolen Izumi’s lunchbox duty and was clearly enjoying every moment of it.
If she could be like that too…
Gulp. Hakua swallowed hard.
“……Tell me.”
At her response, Meina nodded slowly.
Then, she opened one of the cardboard boxes she’d brought in.
What she pulled out was—
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Meanwhile, Izumi had returned to his room.
“Ah, welcome back, Izumi-kun~.”
“You’re really going at it…”
Nanao was happily devouring pizza, mochi-like bites and all.
What had been a struggle for Izumi to finish even one slice was already more than half gone.
“I mean, I shouldn’t judge, but… are you okay with those calories?”
“It’s fine~. With club activities, I need this much energy.”
“R-right…”
(That’s probably not how it works…) But he decided not to press further.
“So, how’d it go with the student council president?”
“I made her angry because of me.”
Izumi clenched his fist in frustration.
“All because I wanted unhealthy food…!”
“Hmm… Is that really it?”
While scooping up dripping cheese with her finger, Nanao tilted her head.
She knew Izumi was misunderstanding something critical—but leaving it alone seemed more fun.
With a soft chuckle, she scooted closer, pressing her body against his.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind if you got all soft from unhealthy meals~. So don’t worry~.”
“Quit using that as an excuse to flirt!?”
Just as their usual banter was in full swing—
The sound of the front door opening echoed.
It seemed Meina was back. Izumi naturally turned to look.
“Meina. How’s Shiragiku-senpa—……?”
His words died in his throat.
Stunned, he froze with wide eyes.
The reason?
The Meina standing before him wasn’t the Meina he knew.
——She was wearing a maid outfit!!
The kind of frilly, over-the-top maid dress you’d never see in everyday Japanese life.
A classic apron-style, yet modern in flair. Despite Meina’s usual femme fatale aura, she pulled it off surprisingly well. The white fabric strained dangerously around her bust, but aside from that, she could’ve passed for a professional.
“Fufufu. How do I look~?”
“I mean, it suits you, but… what’s the deal with that?”
“I thought Izumi-sama might like it~. I actually brought this with me~♪”
“So that’s what was in that huge bag…”
Suddenly, a maid had appeared in his home.
Faced with Meina’s sudden transformation, Izumi was at a loss.
“Uh… why did you even change into that?”
“My, my~. Do you dislike this kind of preference~?”
“That’s not the issue here…”
A perfectly reasonable reaction.
When a beautiful girl in a maid outfit appears in your room, any healthy guy would react the same way.
Desperate for help, Izumi turned to the other person present.
“Nanao, say something…”
“Hmm…”
Nanao paused mid-pizza bite, studying Meina’s outfit with a serious expression.
Then, with utmost sincerity, she delivered her verdict:
“I think you should tie your hair up.”
“Oof…”
An unexpected critique.
Come to think of it, Izumi recalled Nanao once mentioning she wanted to visit a maid café.
And thus, despair set in.
Meina leaned forward, emphasizing her ample bust.
“Fufufu. Izumi-sama, do you dislike clumsy, ditzy maids~?”
“A real ditz wouldn’t be aware of her own weapons!”
“My, how sharp~.”
Then, Meina deliberately plopped onto the floor, striking a pose like a wicked master had cornered her.
“Then… please punish this naughty maid thoroughly…”
“No matter how I answer, it’s the same thing!?”
The rom-com antics had reached hellish levels.
“More importantly, what happened to Shiragiku-senpai?”
“Fufu. Bringing up another girl’s name after all this… I might get a little jealous~.”
With that, Meina glanced toward the living room door.
Curious, Izumi opened it—
And found Hakua crouched there… also in a maid outfit.
But hers was entirely different.
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