Sitting on the sofa, Hayashi Maki watched Sakurajima Mai in an apron with great interest. His heated stare made her a little uncomfortable.
She lifted a pale finger and motioned for him to avert his eyes.
Hayashi Maki didn't budge and kept looking.
"I think you'd look great in a maid outfit. The bunny suit from before wasn't bad either—really shows off your figure."
Mai rolled her eyes.
"If I didn't look good, how would I be a famous actress? But if you want to see me in a maid outfit…"
"In your dreams!"
"Lift your feet—you're blocking me from mopping!"
Seeing how diligently she worked, Hayashi Maki shrugged and stopped staring. He got up from the sofa and went into Mashiro's room.
Shiina Mashiro had already come home—she didn't attend club activities, so she headed back right after class. When Hayashi Maki walked in, the girl was sitting at her desk drawing manga.
Hayashi Maki leaned in for a look—and his eyes went wide.
"Mashiro… what are you drawing?"
On the paper was a man based on him: a well-built body, defined abs rendered strikingly by Mashiro's hand. That, however, wasn't the point.
The point was that Mashiro was drawing an erotic scene. She had even drawn his "holy sword."
Facing his question, Mashiro looked up, blankly earnest.
"A doujin."
Hayashi Maki was speechless.
"So why are you drawing a doujin?"
Mashiro replied with righteous confidence: "It's imitation."
"Imitation?"
"Mm. I'm imitating Eriri's doujin."
Good grief—when did Eriri lead Mashiro astray?
Hayashi Maki figured he should set Mashiro straight and keep her from going down the doujin-artist path. He scooped up the petite, adorable Mashiro and sat her on his lap.
"What doujin? What about your Pet Boy manga—aren't you drawing that?"
Mashiro naturally settled back against him, wriggled twice to find the most comfortable spot, then stilled. Eyes half-lidded like a lazy cat, she said calmly,
"That one's first volume is finished. I submitted it to the editor today."
"Oh? Not bad. Looks like you'll debut as a mangaka soon. Congratulations in advance."
Hayashi Maki raised a hand and gently stroked her silky blonde hair. Seeing her close her eyes in enjoyment, his mood brightened.
Holding a trusting blonde beauty in his arms—soft and sweet-smelling—doing nothing wasn't Hayashi Maki's style. He lowered his head, brushing his warm lips lightly against her white neck.
Mashiro instinctively tilted her chin up, glanced at him, then wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Hayashi Maki… that tickles."
Her slight frown amused him. He took her small hand, then lowered his head and kissed her cherry lips. The girl's body trembled, but there was no resistance—only a warm response. She was already quite experienced.
His fingers moved, settling on her slender shoulder. Having come home, Mashiro had taken off her uniform and was only wearing a light shirt—its white buttons slipped easily open beneath his hands.
He gazed at her fair, jade-like skin and his breath grew heavy. Mashiro clutched at his neck and grew even more proactive. Hayashi Maki didn't hold back, savoring the tenderness of the moment with cute Mashiro in his arms.
…
A long while later, Hayashi Maki left Mashiro's room looking very pleased. Seeing Mai on the sofa watching TV, he sat down right next to her without ceremony, his arm slipping—improperly—around her slim waist.
Mai frowned and shot him an annoyed glare.
"Move your paws, lech."
Hayashi Maki simply tightened his arm and held her close. Seeing the hint of fluster in her expression, the corner of his mouth lifted.
"How long are you planning to stay here, Mai-senpai? As the landlord, it's normal to charge a little rent, right?"
Mai's body quivered; she fell silent. Biting her lip, she snuck a glance at him, then quickly looked away and lowered her head. She was too embarrassed to admit she was afraid to go out. If possible, she wanted to keep living here…
"If you don't answer, I'll take it as consent."
Hayashi Maki lifted a hand and gently stroked her smooth hair, breathing in the alluring scent at her nape; desire stirred in him. Mai's body tensed. His bold closeness made her uncomfortable; her cheeks flushed pink. She closed her eyes on reflex.
But Hayashi Maki didn't do anything else—just stroked her hair gently.
So… was she overthinking it? Was he just trying to comfort her?
She peeked open her eyes, met his heated gaze, and hurriedly looked away again. He was a philandering scoundrel, a lecher—yet leaning against him now, she felt… safe.
Gritting her teeth, she mustered her courage and looked at him.
"Don't pet me. You can't just touch a girl's head whenever you want. That's indecent!"
Hayashi Maki pouted and moved his hand away.
"Well, you didn't say anything—I thought you didn't mind."
When he withdrew, she felt an inexplicable pang of loss—but she quickly shook her head hard, chasing away the strange thought. Feeling his arm still around her waist sent a flutter through her. Biting her lip, she suddenly spoke:
"Hey, lech, can you do me a favor?"
"What favor? Say it."
"I want to go to my apartment and bring my things over, but my keycard doesn't work anymore, and the doorman has forgotten I exist. I can't get in."
Hayashi Maki understood at once.
"So, Mai-senpai, you really plan to move in here? I will make a move on you. You're fine with that?"
"Hmph, you already have. So you'd better help me!"
As she spoke, she glanced down at the big hand around her waist.
Hayashi Maki arched a brow and leaned closer.
"Not enough. Kiss me and I'll help—otherwise, no deal."
"Y-You're already holding me. Isn't that enough?"
"Heh, I'm a greedy man," Hayashi Maki said, completely unabashed, his gaze growing hotter.
Mai's cheeks burned. She took a deep breath and slipped her arms around his neck.
"You're impossible… If you don't help afterward, I'll…"
"You'll what?"
"I'll camp out in my kouhai's room and never give you the chance to touch her!"
With that, she darted in and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.
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