Late at night.
Seijirou lied on his bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to fit the unexpected "gift" into his existing schedule.
What exactly was he supposed to do with the mother and daughter pair? He needed domestic help, yes, but the unspoken demand for intimacy—so clearly hinted at by his mother—complicated things.
Should I treat them as simple staff? Or should I indulge the Oyakodon angle my mother is pushing?
Just then, a soft, tentative knock sounded at the door—three light taps.
"Come in," Seijirou called out, sitting up slightly.
The door opened slowly, revealing Yuko, and Seijirou's eyes widened momentarily. She was no longer wearing the maid uniform.
Now, she was wearing only a sheer, see-through silk nightgown—a delicate, light fabric that revealed far more than it concealed, suggesting a complete lack of undergarments beneath.
She stood framed in the doorway, her beautiful white hair slightly disheveled, her blue eyes wide and nervous.
