Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

Connecting this to the previous action of gifting Chiya Mio a skill, Fujiwara Matsuru began to think, even though the effect wasn't described.

Could this be the key to modifying Chiyo Mio, Shiratori Saki, or adjusting one's own abilities or attributes? If so, this ability would have a higher priority than all other items.

He was also curious about what he was capable of achieving.

Therefore, even though the system points he had could visibly improve his abilities, Fujiwara Matsu did not touch them.

I'm planning to acquire this ability as soon as I've accumulated enough points.

In addition, he noticed something quite surprising, especially in just that short period of time.

The other party's dominance increased from 14% to 16%, even though the two had only exchanged a few words.

This made Fujiwara Matsu even more curious about the nature of this dominance; it seems to be more like some kind of "acceptance" or something similar.

In just a short while, Shiratori Saki removed the towel from the stair railing; she had already tidied up the living room and other public areas.

"Excuse me, Mr. Fujiwara, where is your room? May I come and have it cleaned?"

"Oh, go ahead, it's the second room on the left upstairs."

"OK."

The sound of Shiratori Saki walking upstairs was neither too loud nor too soft. Fujiwara Matsu opened his eyes and glanced at the room. The room, which had been a little messy before, was now clean and tidy. The floor had even been mopped. The speed was frightening.

Not only was it fast, but the quality was also high; the floor was polished to a shine, and the tabletops were even tidied up.

He noticed an extra piece of paper on the table, with an open band-aid on it. Judging from the style, it was from Fujiwara Matsu's first-aid kit. The note underneath read "Please use".

Fujiwara Matsu touched his neck, where there were bloodstains left by the other party.

She truly lives up to her reputation as a professional maid; she's incredibly capable and tireless! (And there are those comics under the bed.)

Realizing what was about to happen, Fujiwara Matsu got up and ran upstairs. Because he was running so fast, his foot slipped on the floor and he almost fell.

"Senior Shiratori, no need—"

Fujiwara Matsu ran to his room door, but stopped mid-sentence. The other person had already found what he had hidden under his bed and casually rummaged through it...

The item in Shiratori Saki's hand fell to the ground with a "thud." An unusual blush appeared on the maid's face. She turned her head and carefully glanced at Fujiwara Matsu before picking up the comic from the ground, closing it, and putting it back in the box.

Her reaction was completely different from her mistress's; after only a few glances, she became extremely shy.

This appearance is completely different from how she appears in front of Chiya Mio; she doesn't seem like a professional maid anymore.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fujiwara, um, I really didn't mean to look. I sometimes encounter situations where I need to check the value of items during the cleaning process to determine—"

Her voice trailed off, and she lowered her head, seemingly afraid to look at him.

Fujiwara Matsu, whose secret had been discovered, wore a look of utter despair, knowing that his company's demise was inevitable.

He walked up, closed the box, and forced a smile: "It's alright, Shiratori-senpai, please don't tell anyone."

"Yes, I will. I will keep this a secret."

"I'll do it. Senior Shiratori has something to do—"

"It's alright, this is my apology, please accept it, Mr. Fujiwara."

His words were interrupted. Although the girl blushed and lowered her head, her tone was extremely serious.

Her gaze fell on Fujiwara Matsu's still bare, bloodstained neck, and her eyes darkened.

Mr. Fujiwara, have you not accepted my apology?

Then, she tilted her head back, her face still flushed.

"Please leave it to me with confidence; I will make Mr. Fujiwara satisfied!"

The maid's efficiency was astonishing; the room was cleaned in no time. She put away her tools and walked over to Fujiwara Matsu:

"Mr. Fujiwara, I've finished cleaning. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, Shiratori Saki turned to leave, but after taking two steps, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned back:

"Excuse me, Mr. Fujiwara, um, I have something else to tell you."

"Could we exchange contact information? I'd like to learn from you."

Fujiwara Matsu had no reason to refuse this request; the other party was someone he was bound to, and he definitely needed to leave his contact information.

He had originally planned to call her over to say it, but he didn't expect her to bring it up herself.

After exchanging contact information, Fujiwara Matsu gave her some instructions.

"Oh, by the way, I hope you won't tell Chiya about what happened today."

"Why? I must inform you of my actions, Miss!"

"Chiya-kun doesn't want these things to be known by others, including you, Shiratori-senpai."

Shiratori Saki's expression darkened, then she looked up, took a few quick steps, stood in front of him, and glared at him angrily:

"Then, Fujiwara, why do you still disobey your mistress!"

Fujiwara Matsu rolled his eyes in annoyance:

"Do I want to say it? Didn't you force me to say it? If I didn't say it, would I still be standing here talking to you?"

He pointed to the bloodstains on his neck, tilted his head, and stared back at Shiratori Saki with a questioning look.

The anger on her face froze, and she looked down, unable to see her toes.

"I'm so sorry, I will..."

Her words stuck in her throat for a while, before she finally seemed to have made up her mind.

"I will keep it a secret from you, Miss."

He originally thought he would need to persuade them further, but he didn't expect the other party to agree so quickly.

However, he didn't actually want Chiya Mio to know about this; on the contrary, he really wanted her to know.

This could actually help me test Chiya Mio's attitude towards me and find out what her true intentions were.

He reached out and touched the bloodstain that had stopped bleeding; it wasn't obvious enough.

"Mr. Fujiwara," her voice was still a little unsteady, "may I... tell you about what happened today?"

Fujiwara Matsu turned his head and looked at her.

"Reveal? You can openly tell her everything that happened today. I'm looking forward to it."

Shiratori Saki frowned. She didn't understand.

"Aren't you curious?" he said, "What will happen when she finds out? Will she side with you or with me?"

He paused.

"After all, in her heart, you're the outsider. Not me."

Shiratori Saki's fingers tightened.

But she did not refute it.

After a few seconds of silence, her shoulders slowly relaxed. It wasn't relaxation, but a kind of confirmation—this person, at least for now, didn't seem to be trying to drive a wedge between her and her mistress.

"Well then, I'll be going now. Thank you, Mr. Fujiwara."

"Oh, right, I have another question."

He was really curious because he hadn't seen where the knife had gone since the other person pulled it out.

"Where did you take the knife from?"

Upon hearing his words, Shiratori Saki grabbed her skirt and began to lift it up without saying a word.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing!"

Fujiwara Matsu covered his eyes with his hand to avoid seeing what he shouldn't see, but his fingers were not closed.

Her skirt was only lifted up to her upper thigh, where a leather strap with a scabbard was attached, and a small knife was simply inserted.

The straps tightly bound her muscular thighs, leaving deep marks that were slightly red, just like her complexion at that moment.

"They are usually hidden in these areas for easy access."

Her body moved faster than her thoughts; she only realized her behavior was inappropriate after she had already lifted her skirt.

"Well then, farewell."

This time, Shiratori Saki moved much faster than the previous two times, disappearing from his sight in the blink of an eye. Then came the sound of the door closing. As she left, Fujiwara Matsu's slightly tense nerves relaxed.

After Shiratori Saki left, Fujiwara Matsu touched the bloodstains on his neck, got up and walked towards the kitchen. There were knives in the kitchen, which made the previously inconspicuous wounds appear larger.

The mark was still too light, making Fujiwara Matsu worry that after two days, it might be so faint that Chiya Mio wouldn't notice it.

But after taking a couple of steps, he caught a glimpse of the paper out of the corner of his eye, picked up a band-aid, and stuck it vertically onto the wound, leaving two sections of the horizontal bloodstain visible in front and behind.

The band-aid is a clue that will draw Chiya Mio's attention. Upon closer inspection, she will discover the clues he deliberately left behind.

…………

The Chiya family.

Shiratori Saki has changed back into her maid outfit and returned to her post.

As a personal maid, her position naturally lay beside Chiya Mio.

"You're back, Sazaki."

"Yes, miss."

Because she was away for quite a long time this time, in the past, this situation would only mean that she had a "mission" to carry out.

However, she would always take a shower and change her clothes after returning home, and even then, she would still have a faint smell of blood on her body.

This time, she noticed that Shiratori Saki hadn't changed her clothes and didn't smell of blood, so she obviously wasn't going on a mission.

"Why were you gone for so long this time?"

In the past, she was always quite happy when her mistress spoke to her, but this time... she didn't want her mistress to talk to her at all.

"Some personal matters took some time to handle."

Shiratori Saki came up with an excuse, but she stammered a bit. She had never lied to Chiya Mio before, and this was the first time, so she inevitably slipped up.

"I see. Next time, we can handle this kind of thing more slowly."

Chiyo smiled and looked away. How could she not have noticed Shiratori Saki's unusual behavior?

Did she go to do something? Given Saki's personality...

She looked up.

Shiratori Saki stood still, head down.

That gaze lingered on her for a long time.

Did you go to see Fujiwara-kun?

She pulled out her phone and anxiously scrolled through her contacts. The phone was clean, with only a few names listed. The name "Fujiwara Matsu" was prominently displayed. Her finger hovered over his name for a moment before she dialed it.

But it hung up by itself a moment later, and she closed the phone.

"Sazaki..."

"Miss, what's wrong?"

"Where's the knife I gave you? I haven't seen you use it in ages."

She didn't want to say it directly; she was worried about Fujiwara Matsu's safety.

"Wait a moment... I'm here, miss."

Looking at the knife presented before him, he noticed a faint smell of blood on the blade, indicating that it had just been used.

"Why did you use a knife? When?"

It seems like we need to give them a talking-to...