Tokyo: I'm bound to the evil women!

"What right do you have?!"

This was a sentence that was almost squeezed out between clenched teeth, slightly off-key, and filled with jealousy and resentment.

Although the pressure on his back increased, Fujiwara's tense body relaxed, and even his tone of voice softened.

I don't know why, but it's just me~

However, Fujiwara Matsu dared not use that kind of smug tone now. If the other party got angry and stabbed him again, he would have nowhere to cry.

"Senior Shiratori, if you want me to tell a story, shouldn't you remove the knife from my neck first?"

Shiratori Saki did not move.

But she remembered the look in the young lady's eyes when she refused to let her join the literary society. Gentle, but undeniable. That look said: You are an outsider.

outsider.

This word was sharper than her knife. She had eliminated countless threats for her mistress and thought herself to be her most trusted confidante. But her mistress allowed this girl, whom she had only known for a few days, to join the literary society, while rejecting her.

What he said might be true.

At least, it's worth listening to.

The knife pressed against her neck slowly loosened. Fujiwara Matsu heard heavy breathing behind her. Once, twice, three times—she was using her breath to suppress her surging emotions.

Then, he felt a release on his back as Shiratori Saki, who had been locking him up, let go of him.

Fujiwara Matsu got up from the floor, stretched his body, shook his numb arms, touched the blood spurting from his neck, and pulled at the clothes stuck to his back.

His back was soaked with sweat, and his clothes clung to his body. It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous or worried after what had just happened, but on the contrary, he couldn't afford to show any weakness.

She saw Fujiwara Matsu's still trembling legs, the bloodstains on his neck, and his still-shaken expression despite his efforts to remain composed.

I think I startled him? I should apologize.

"Excuse me."

The maid opposite him had calmed down and gave him a very formal and elegant apology.

So you know you were rude?! You hit me and then apologized, and you think you're so nice? Bullshit!

"It's alright, Shiratori-senpai, let's sit down and talk."

He walked over, supporting himself on the sofa. His legs were a little weak; after all, he had been quite frightened.

I casually added the newly acquired attribute to Intelligence.

That sense of clarity washed over him again—not intensely, like taking a half-hour nap. He glanced at Shiratori Saki across from him.

He noticed the lines of her shoulders and neck—which had been tense just moments before, were slowly relaxing as he spoke, clearly indicating that she was also relieved by his lack of pursuit and composure.

The effects of the newly added points were immediate; he would never have noticed such details before.

Upon completion of this task, the same new task popped up again:

[Task: Increase Fujiwara Matsu's "Domination" to 20%]

[Task Reward: 1 Attribute Point, Specified Mastery Level Skill]

However, he had a much higher degree of dominance over Shiratori Saki than over Chiya Mio.

Dominance: 14%

But Fujiwara Matsu knew very well that he couldn't possibly have 14% "heartfelt admiration" for the person who had just put a knife to his neck; it would be more accurate to say he felt 14% hatred.

So, does dominance measure the degree of dominance the other party has over him? ...That's not right either.

It's even stranger that someone who just wanted to kill you would have a significant sense of control over you.

Fujiwara Matsu threw this question into the pile of "unsolved mysteries" in his mind, listing it alongside the problems that had plagued the system before.

Although he was thinking, he didn't stop moving. He gestured for Shiratori Saki to sit on the sofa while he went to prepare food for the guests.

Fujiwara Matsu's parents had been away on a business trip for several days, and he was home alone. He was somewhat careless about hygiene, and his room was a bit messy.

Sitting on the sofa, Shiratori Saki frowned almost imperceptibly as she looked around at her surroundings.

In front of the refrigerator, Fujiwara Matsu called out to Shiratori Saki:

"Senior Shiratori, what would you like to drink?"

Plain water is fine.

He took the cup and walked to the coffee table, placed the warm water in front of the other person, and then sat down on another sofa.

The other person reached for the water glass, took a sip, and paused when their hand touched the glass.

Although it was very subtle, Fujiwara Matsu, who had just improved his attributes, noticed it keenly.

"Thanks."

Based on the other party's actions, Fujiwara Matsu roughly deduced her thoughts: it was simply because Fujiwara Matsu and Chiya Mio were getting too close, which triggered her reaction.

But while he could understand, he still couldn't easily forgive such a thing.

"Shiratori-senpai, whatever your purpose in coming here, I hope you can apologize to me first, and then..."

An apology? If that would make him say it, then so be it, and besides, I did offend him today.

Before he could finish speaking, Shiratori Saki had already stood up and bowed deeply to him:

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Fujiwara."

This caught Fujiwara Matsu off guard, and he gestured for her to sit down.

He then briefly recounted his relationship with Chiya Mio, as he no longer needed to hide it from her, only omitting the reward that some people unilaterally perceived.

That's about it.

Throughout the process, Shiratori Saki's eyes shifted repeatedly. At first, they revealed undisguised anger and murderous intent.

Hearing that Fujiwara Matsu had rejected Chiya Mio, his murderous intent intensified—how dare you refuse Miss?

Then, slowly, the feeling changed. It turned into jealousy, a feeling of "Why not me?" She was silent for a few seconds, then looked away from Fujiwara Matsu's face and onto the back of her hand resting on her knee.

When I looked up again, the hostility had lessened.

"Why, Miss, don't you want to choose me? I'm the one who's been with you the longest, and you've always liked me, and you..."

He interrupted the other person's incessant rambling and self-pity.

"Isn't it because you're like this, Shiratori-senpai, that you can't do it?"

"What Chiya-kun needs is not exactly a slave, but more like prey to be hunted."

"Senior Shiratori, you're already a perfect maid, so you're not interesting. It's Chiya who values ​​me, a safe and unexpected prey."

"After all, in every respect, I am a qualified 'toy'."

He shrugged, speaking as if he were talking about someone else.

Shiratori Saki's gaze at him grew increasingly strange. She remained silent for a moment.

"But why? Isn't a perfect tool good? I don't understand."

"Perfect tools are easy to use and convenient, but for Chiya, there are too many perfect things—she herself is perfect, and so are the tools around her. This makes her feel bored. That's why I came into this world."

"Logically speaking, I shouldn't have had any interaction with her. It was precisely because of an accident."

"Boring, unexpected..."

The maid pondered these words for a moment, her head bowed, lost in thought. After a brief pause, she said:

"I understand. What Miss needs is not someone as 'perfect' as me, but someone as 'unexpected' as Mr. Fujiwara."

She lowered her eyes, as if speaking to herself.

"What if I also become 'interesting'..."

Will you treat me the way you treat Mr. Fujiwara?

She shook her head and stood up halfway through her sentence—she knew she was boring, but what exactly constituted being interesting? She didn't know, so how could she change?

She looked up at Fujiwara Matsu, about to ask him a question, but then she saw his expression.

I apologize for my rudeness and disrespect, and thank you for your guidance, Mr. Fujiwara… Perhaps this will help you, Mr. Fujiwara, to show me what is truly interesting…

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Fujiwara. May I ask where the cleaning tools are?"

"Uh? Kitchen, why are you asking this?"

"Mr. Fujiwara's home is a bit messy. As an apology for disturbing you today, I feel it's necessary for me to tidy it up for you."

After speaking, Shiratori Saki bowed slightly, turned and walked towards the kitchen. When she came out again, she had put on an apron and picked up the cleaning tools.

"Need not……"

His words had no effect, and Shiratori Saki began to tidy up on her own.

Fujiwara Matsu didn't want the person who had just attacked him with a knife to stay in his house, fearing that the person might attack again, but the person's attitude clearly ignored his wishes.

However, he couldn't beat his opponent.

So they could only sit and wait for Shiratori Saki to finish. Shiratori Saki was undoubtedly a qualified maid. Everything she cleaned became quite tidy, and she also cleaned the places that hadn't been cleaned before with great care.

Fujiwara Matsu's attention wasn't entirely focused on that; because he was on high alert, he kept his eyes on her.

The girl had a magnificent figure, which was the impression Fujiwara Matsu had upon their first meeting.

This time, when the other person helped him with the housework, he felt it even more clearly. Just walking and sweeping the floor, his chest was pounding back and forth, which was really... eye-catching.

He tried to look away, trying not to appear so lewd. But the image of that fleeting look of disgust on her face when she caught up with him earlier flashed through his mind—that disgust she showed for herself.

But most people would think it's pretty good. So the reason she dislikes it...

"Um, Shiratori-senpai, do you dislike your body a little? For example..."

Upon hearing Fujiwara Matsu's words, the girl reacted, turned to look at him, followed his gaze, lowered her head, and then slowly nodded.

"This is a hindrance during operations; otherwise, Mr. Fujiwara wouldn't have been able to escape so far."

These words made Fujiwara Matsu's lips twitch twice, but they also convinced him that the other party probably wouldn't make a move again anytime soon.

"If it's a burden, we can handle that, right? It's actually quite simple."

"The young lady said it was beautiful."

For a moment, Fujiwara Matsu was speechless, his eye twitching violently. He suddenly felt sorry for the person in front of him, but he quickly banished the thought from his mind.

Having confirmed that the other party was unlikely to make a sudden move, he stopped looking at her and focused on his system.

The newly acquired system points are used to unlock the system shop, which offers attribute points and various rewards.

属性点的售价很合理，5-6只需要50系统点数，6-7就跳跃到了100，7-8则是变成了200，以此类推。

This made Fujiwara Matsu understand the logic of using attribute points: prioritize higher attributes and improve lower ones with system points, which is more cost-effective.

Besides these, there were other things that really appealed to Fujiwara Matsu, such as:

[Basic Permission to Modify Attributes]

Price: 1000 System Points