Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

He turned around abruptly and saw Chiya Mio standing prettily behind him, less than half a meter away.

Why didn't I notice? This guy...

Next time, we need to reverse the tracking capabilities; this is absolutely unacceptable.

Quickly composing himself, Fujiwara Matsu smiled and spoke:

"Mizakura-san, what a coincidence! What are you doing here?"

"What a coincidence! It really is quite a coincidence. How come I didn't know Matsu was going to be with Saki?"

"Or was it a chance encounter?"

Chiya Mio smiled as she shifted her gaze from Fujiwara Matsu to Shiratori Saki.

Shiratori Saki, who had been sitting, stood up, still holding her cell phone, which was still on the phone.

"Miss... is—"

Her explanation was interrupted by Fujiwara Matsu, who took the initiative to speak, saying that it would be better for him to do it himself, so that he could at least control the pace.

"It was Shiratori-senpai who asked me out beforehand during the week, and I agreed. I'm here to keep my promise."

"Midweek?"

Chiyo repeated his words, her gaze lingering on the two of them for a long time before finally settling on the shoes and shoebox beside them, and on Shiratori Saki's feet.

She chuckled softly and spoke:

"When did you two become so close? Song?"

"Senior Shiratori helped me a lot, and I am very grateful to her."

She suddenly changed the subject and turned to look at Shiratori Saki.

"Sazaki, these new shoes suit you very well."

Shiratori Saki unconsciously glanced at Fujiwara no Matsu, lowered her head to think for a moment, then looked up, revealing a forced smile—it was clear she didn't smile often.

"Thank you, Miss... Misaki!"

Her reaction made Chiya Mio raise an eyebrow, a hint of interest in her eyes, as she stared at Shiratori Saki.

She had noticed Shiratori Saki's little actions, so now her gaze turned to Fujiwara Matsu, her eyes deep and meaningful.

Dominance level 8% - 9%

Does this guy really like prey that seems to be out of his control?

"Matsu, did you give this to Sazaki? It's such a thoughtful gift?"

"It's just a small gift, and it suits Shiratori-senpai very well."

"I'm starting to get a little jealous of Saki because I never see you give me gifts."

Chiya Mio revealed a somewhat regretful and resentful expression, although Fujiwara Matsu knew at a glance that it was an act.

But Shiratori Saki didn't seem to notice. Subconsciously and subtly, she tried to take off her shoes, but after pulling her foot halfway out, she pulled it back.

However, at this moment, the two of them were focused on each other and did not notice her little actions.

"So, what does Misaki like?"

"How can you just ask someone what they like, Matsu? When giving a gift, the person giving the gift should definitely choose it first."

"I'm just worried that Misaki won't like it."

"I think Song has a real talent for giving gifts."

"Then I'll give it a try."

Chiyo blinked and smiled as she spoke:

"Then I'll look forward to it."

"What are your plans for today's date? Would you mind if I came along?"

Her gaze was fixed on Fujiwara no Matsu, and she tilted her head slightly, but it was not Fujiwara no Matsu who answered her, but Shiratori Saki.

"I don't mind, I'm glad Misakura wants to come along. As for the plan, here it is! It's something I made together with Fujiwara-sensei...-kun...-junior."

Her form of address changed three times, which surprised even Fujiwara Matsu.

Shiratori Saki handed over her phone, which contained her previously written plan, but when Chiya Mio took it, the call was still on.

She casually hung up the phone and began flipping through the plan that Shiratori Saki had made to remind herself.

"A project proposal? As expected of Sazaki, she's still so professional."

Shiratori Saki smiled at the praise from her mistress, but Fujiwara Matsu couldn't quite manage a smile; he knew all too well what the plan looked like.

"Hmm? Is the schedule so flexible? No wonder you're on vacation. These activities feel more like a date, Saki?"

She returned the phone to Shiratori Saki with a light laugh and took two steps toward Fujiwara Matsu.

It was almost clinging to his body; the faint fragrance that had been there just moments before now pierced his mind with unparalleled clarity.

"Would you mind if what was supposed to be a date for two turned into a date for three, Matsu?"

"Aren't these just normal activities for friends to go out and have fun? How did it turn into a date?"

"If Misakura-san wants to come along, of course she can. Shiratori-senpai would be very happy too."

"Let's go then."

After glancing at the small bag in Chiya Mio's hand, he carefully put away the shoes that Shiratori Saki had taken off.

"Mizakura-san, can I have your bag?"

"Matsuko is such a gentleman~"

She handed him the things, and the three walked side by side. Fujiwara Matsu was on the far left, carrying the things in his hands, while Chiya Mio was surrounded by the two of them. She was quite used to this arrangement. Shiratori Saki changed into her usual maid posture, placing her hands on her lower abdomen, and stood next to Chiya Mio.

However, Chiyo was clearly dissatisfied with this position; she turned and glanced at Fujiwara no Matsu.

A soft touch came from his arm, and Chiya Mio grabbed his arm.

"Okay, Misaki-san, you do it—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled between the two of them, and then Chiyo Mio used her close proximity to lock his movements, which also brought him closer to the two of them.

Because he was positioned in the middle, and the distance between them exceeded the safety line, the scents of the two people lingered so clearly around his nose, and were made even more distinct by the contrast.

Chiya Mio was wearing a very faint tulip perfume scent, and only because of the close proximity and the contrast with her side could he barely make out the scent.

In contrast, Shiratori Saki has a faint but rich milky scent, as if it were natural. Fujiwara Matsu did not notice it when they were walking together, but only realized it now after getting close and comparing.

The maid, who had been maintaining her posture, turned around after being touched and saw Fujiwara Matsu, her hands clasped together, clutching the hem of her skirt.

Chiya Mio then leaned close to Fujiwara Matsu's ear in an intimate manner;

"Hey, Matsu, how does it feel to be surrounded by two beautiful girls?"

Feeling the envious and jealous looks around him, he sighed, but turned his head, smiled, and approached in the same way;

"It's pretty good."

The three strolled through the shopping street, occasionally stopping at shops along the way. The maid's demeanor was noticeably different this time, but it wasn't because of her.

Whenever Chiya Mio showed interest in these items, she would offer to buy them for her and carry them around; before long, she would have quite a few.

Fujiwara Matsu habitually took it casually, and then he became the delivery machine, but fortunately, he didn't have to pay.

"Song, you've been shopping for so long, haven't you found a gift you like? I've already bought quite a few myself."

Chiya Mio turned to look at Fujiwara Matsu, whose hands were filled with things she had bought.

"Giving a gift in person doesn't really create much of a surprise, does it?"

"Didn't you just give me a gift in person?"

"I didn't buy it in person. Maybe next time, Misaki-san. Just look forward to it for now."

"Oh? Then I'll have to look forward to it."

When they came out of the shopping street, it was already lunchtime. The original plan was for the two of them to have lunch at a restaurant they had already chosen.

However, the maid was somewhat bothered by the addition of Chiya Mio.

"Um, Misaki, here, no—"

"There's nothing inappropriate about it, let's go."

However, when it came time to sit down, Fujiwara Matsu encountered a problem. The seating here was a standard family restaurant layout, meaning that the two seats next to each other were connected.

At this moment, the two of them had already sat down, facing each other, waiting for Fujiwara Matsu to take his seat.

"Song, why aren't you sitting down?"

She patted the seat next to her, gesturing for Fujiwara Matsu to come over.

The maid opposite him secretly glanced at him, her eyes filled with anticipation, but she withdrew her anticipation after seeing Chiya Mio.