“AH…”
“...Miss Satsuki...people outside are going to hear you...” Kurihara admonished his charge from where he finished toweling himself off after a hot shower. They were in Satsuki Narusawa’s private suite.
Not bothering to listen, Narusawa stretched from where she lay enjoying their after-sex bliss. None would believe the two were Satsuki Narusawa and her attendant, Tadayuki Kurihara.
“Silly... N-No one can hear a...THING!”
“Whatever am I going to do with you...?” Kurihara asked. He tossed aside his towel and began to dress; all the while a devious smirk split his face.
All of the private suites were soundproof, so there was indeed no fear of someone outside overhearing the sounds that were issued by either. Ever since Kurihara signed on as Narusawa’s attendant three years ago, they had shared many physical moments extending beyond the bounds of their master-servant relationship. It wasn’t as though either particularly cared for the other. Narusawa wanted to have sex, so Kurihara humored her. It was as simple as that.
After parting ways with Satsuki Tsujikawa in the hall, Kurihara returned to the Narusawa private suite. Seeing the girl in her suite, he flung her onto the sofa and forced himself on her. It was strangely grating how Shindo appeared right when he was in the middle of talking to Tsujikawa.
“Couldn’t you try to act more reserved and ladylike...?” he complained.
She smiled belittlingly from the couch as she looked up at him. “Like the Tsujikawa princess?”
“Bingo!” he answered. Kurihara painted a picture of Tsujikawa in his mind as he found the mere idea of the prim princess to be turning him on again. Just as Narusawa began to stand, he dropped his towel and pushed her aggressively back into the couch.
“Ahhhhh! That hurt, you brute!”
“Isn’t that how you like it? Nice and rough?!”
“Heh heh...! If you’re rough with her, Little Miss Tsujikawa will hate you!” Narusawa retorted.
“Please! What would you know? I bet that retainer gives her plenty of loving every damn day!” Kurihara argued.
“Oh, how lovely! I wish he’d give me some loving, too,” Narusawa purred. She clutched onto Kurihara as he positioned himself over her once again. With a lewd expression on her face, she looked up at the annoyed man and smirked. “Say, don’t you want to make the angel yours...? I’d be willing to lend you a hand...”
His echoing moans were all the answer she needed as plots began to swirl in her lust addled mind.
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“MISS, it’s past your bedtime.”
“Forget it!”
Shindo heaved a sigh in defeat over Satsuki’s anticipated response. Bluntly put, not once in her nigh eighteen years of life had she ever obediently replied, “Okay, I’ll go to bed.” Without a lick of effort, he could imagine the next words that would tumble out of her mouth.
“I can’t help it! I’m not sleepy,” she explained. Just as he predicted.
How many times had Shindo heard this line since she was little? And fallen for it? As that thought struck him, Shindo couldn’t help but ask himself, Is it my fault Satsuki has grown up so demanding?
But this was the man who held Satsuki’s peace and happiness with a higher priority over the needs of others, let alone his own. He didn’t feel the least bit guilty, although spoiling her occasionally led to somewhat troubling situations. As was the case now...
“What? Are you saying you have something more important to do than spend time with me?” Satsuki asked somewhat sourly as she glared at Shindo.
A silky A-line nightgown quietly flowed down to her ankles. This single layer of material was the sole thing covering Satsuki’s vulnerable skin. For the icing on the cake, she was on the sofa holding one of its pillows against her chest. And as the cherry on top, this wasn’t her room, but Shindo’s! Not only had Satsuki waltzed right into a grown man’s room, she failed to cover her exposed flesh with so much as a shawl, let alone a robe.
If said by a little girl, everything out of her mouth thus far would make him wonder, “Does she want to play?” It would have come across as cute. But it held a completely different nuance when said by a young lady in her negligee about to turn eighteen. If she did this with anyone other than Shindo, it would have led to an irreparable mistake.
“I still have to finish the work assigned by the master. I was planning to start on it after you went to bed...” Shindo explained. He had taken Satsuki to her bedroom and turned out the lights merely fifteen minutes ago.
Upon returning to his room, he prepared to attend to his work-related assignments. He tossed his jacket and necktie on the sofa back, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and rolled up his sleeves... At which point, the “warning lamp” flashed on.
Shindo not only served as Satsuki’s retainer, but also her bodyguard. As a result, he was assigned a room next to Satsuki’s in order to be nearby at all times. Ever since he began serving as her retainer twelve years ago, he was always close... Always.
For the times Shindo was alone in his room, such as when Satsuki was asleep, a “warning lamp” attached to the top of his desk would illuminate if her door opened. That way he would know immediately if anything was amiss.
But in all her nearly eighteen years, the light never once turned on due to an intruder opening the door. After the ten o’clock bedtime Shindo set for Satsuki passed, she would slip out of bed and make her way to his neighboring room... Those were the only times the light ever went off.
“Hmmm...” Satsuki hummed, her adorable face grimacing in mild dissatisfaction before turning to look at the top of Shindo’s desk. Two laptops were turned on. There were also mountains of files.
The moment she saw his desk, the look of “mild dissatisfaction” turned into “extreme dissatisfaction.” Furrowing her brow, she began to wring the pillow formerly cradled in her arms.
“Miss?!” Acute to the aura forming around Satsuki, Shindo began to round on her, but it was too late. She already unleashed her fury.
Smack! Pssh! The laptops suddenly slammed shut! And the mountains of files crashed to the ground in avalanches! Paperwork was scattered everywhere! Not a single human hand was used to create this disaster—Satsuki did it all with the power of her mind.