Let's hope Raven doesn't go easy on her when he makes his move.
"Follow me." Beroba walked up to Misaki, putting on a show of sweet innocence, and addressed her without a hint of expression.
"Then… thank you for the trouble." Misaki curiously eyed Beroba. What a beautiful girl, she thought. But she looks quite young, probably still a minor? Why is she dressed so revealingly? The skirt is even shorter than mine, barely covering anything. Even her heels are taller than mine.
Yet, she doesn't look forced.
Before she could dwell on her confusion, Beroba had already taken her hand and led her upstairs.
Misaki had no idea how cunning Beroba, who looked like a little girl but was actually 350 years old, truly was. Upstairs, Beroba deliberately chose the most fabric-saving maid uniform for her. Throughout the entire changing process, she played various tricks.
…
Later that evening, after her shift was almost over, Misaki was drenched in sweat and wanted to take a shower and change her clothes before leaving.
After washing up, she discovered that the clothes she had left outside were missing. Unable to find them, a desperate Misaki rushed out, covering herself with one arm, looking for her clothes.
She discovered that Beroba had tossed them, along with her work uniform, into the washing machine.
But just as she stood there in a state of confusion, she bumped right into Raven, who was passing by.
She instantly froze on the spot, utterly speechless.
"So, you have this kind of kink, do you?" Raven looked at her with interest.
"It's not like that!" Misaki felt like dying.
As Raven turned to leave, Misaki frantically cried out for help: "Beroba took my clothes to wash, and I don't have anything to change into! Do you have any spares here?"
"This Beroba… she really is quite mischievous." Raven said, feigning an apologetic look.
He continued, "I'm sorry, but we don't have any spare clothes here. It looks like you'll have to wait until your clothes dry." He said this deliberately.
"How could this happen…?" Misaki was completely dumbfounded.
"Can I stay the night here, then…?" she reluctantly offered.
In the end, Misaki was forced to spend the night at Raven's place, waiting for her clothes to dry. The next day, she put on her OL uniform and went to work.
The instigator, Beroba, looked somewhat disappointed as she watched Misaki walk away unharmed. She had hoped Raven would take advantage of the perfect opportunity she created and do something bad.
"I went to the trouble of creating such a perfect opportunity for you, and you didn't cherish it at all," Beroba grumbled. She expertly sat on the bar counter, playfully swinging her beautiful legs, wrapped in white stockings, right in front of Raven, who was making coffee.
"Am I the kind of person you think I am?" Raven added a few sugar cubes to his coffee, gently swirled the cup in his hand, and then asked.
"Aren't you?" Beroba countered.
She hadn't forgotten what Raven had done to her. Since falling into his hands, she had endured all sorts of humiliation. Although she had grown used to it, and even started to enjoy it, it was a case of one thing being subjugated by another. At this point, Raven was probably the only one who could keep the demoness Beroba in check.
Raven gave a knowing smile, neither denying nor confirming her statement.
Just then, a figure walked into the café, which had been completely empty until now. The person seemed hesitant and lacked confidence.
Raven looked over. It was Hiyori Kusakabe.
"Hiyori, what brings you here?" Raven greeted her.
"There's a dish… I wanted to ask you for guidance on," Hiyori perfectly demonstrated social anxiety, not daring to look at the very informal Beroba sitting on the bar counter. She's wearing a mini-skirt and sitting in such a high position.
Because the two shops were very close, Hiyori had accepted Raven's invitation to visit the café a few times. She had met Beroba before, but they had never really spoken.
"Of course, no problem." Raven put down his coffee cup, picked up a nearby pot, and told her, "But since you're already here, why don't you have a cup of coffee?"
"Excuse me for intruding." Hiyori hesitated but walked in anyway, taking a seat.
She had come to trust Raven quite a bit, having interacted with him these past few days. After all, Raven naturally possessed a charm that attracted girls, and even someone with her social anxiety was no exception.
Soon after, Raven brought a cup of coffee to Hiyori.
"Thank you."
Hiyori was captivated by the aroma of the coffee. Even though she didn't drink coffee often, she could taste the difference in this one. A thought occurred to her: If the coffee is this good, why does Raven's shop never have any customers and always have the 'Closed' sign up?
This made her sigh inwardly. Raven was truly a man of mystery. He had shown hints of secrets upon their first meeting, and later revealed master-level cooking skills. He seemed exceptional in every way. Even Tendo fell short when compared to him.
The more she interacted with him, the more curious she became.
She didn't yet realize that when a woman developed curiosity about a man, she was inviting a storm of emotional complications.
After finishing the coffee, Raven left Beroba to mind the shop and accompanied Hiyori to the restaurant.
The shop was empty of customers at the moment. Raven entered the kitchen with her and began to offer instruction.
Just then, Tendo walked in through the door.
"Hiyori, I want the same dish I had last time today."
The moment he finished speaking, he saw Raven teaching Hiyori in a close, hands-on manner.
This immediately stunned the doting brother Tendo. He almost lost control of himself.
Raven turned his head and looked at Tendo, a subtle smile playing on his lips, as if he was intentionally "triggering" him.
He knew Tendo's character very well. His two sisters were his absolute weak spot. If they were involved, the "King of Pride" cool demeanor would shatter, and he would lose all composure.
Hiyori, meanwhile, looked at Tendo with a blank expression.
"You're certainly demanding."
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