I am only one world away from Yukinoshita.

Welcome to the maid café.

"Hmph~? So Shimizu-kun likes this kind of thing?"

"Huh? No..."

Kiyoshita then came to her senses; she had just suddenly remembered Yukinoshita in her maid outfit.

"How about I borrow one and show it to Shimizu-kun?"

Please don't make it sound like I have some kind of special fetish!

P.S.: Author Ji, who has already lost 10 pounds, is now aiming to lose 20 pounds, all due to an abnormal diet and starvation! To be honest, I haven't felt hungry lately except when my stomach is growling. Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?

Chapter 38, Section 261: It's Not Impossible to Be Your Maid for a Day

"Welcome..."

Standing at the door, holding a tray and greeting Kiyoyori and Kasumigaoka, was Mizore dressed in a maid outfit.

She held the tray to her chest with both hands, the white headdress on her head swaying gently as she raised her head slightly, the hem of her skirt adorned with light, fluttering lace, and her black leather shoes polished to a shine.

Kiyoshi couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

She's an angel...

"Good morning, Mizore-senpai," Kiyoyori's undisguised admiration made Mizore turn her head shyly. "The clothes suit you very well."

"Thank you..." Mizore awkwardly touched her left toe to her right toe. "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Kiyoyori glanced at Kasumigaoka beside him. "Would you like to go inside and sit for a while, Utaha-senpai?"

"Sure, by the way, do you offer maid outfit rentals here?"

Kasumigaoka readily agreed and made a proposal that was, no, terrifying.

Ying tilted her head in confusion. "I'll ask her later."

"Ah, Shiwa-senpai was just joking." Kiyoyori immediately stepped in to stop her, because she knew that the stubborn Mizore would definitely ask, and who knew what new tricks Kasumigaoka would come up with to tease her when she was dressed in a maid outfit.

Rather than risk the consequences, Qing Lai would rather miss out on this spectacle.

"is it?"

"Shimizu-kun seems to really like maid outfits," Kasumigaoka said with a mischievous smile as she closed the festival guide. "If Shimizu-kun were to ask me to be your maid for a day, it wouldn't be out of the question..."

"babble--!"

Kiyoshi gasped, "Please don't!"

Kasumigaoka chuckled softly and followed Mizore into the classroom first.

The classroom wasn't decorated much; there were just some simple handmade ornaments hanging on it, and the desks had been rearranged into larger tables.

The only things that could be considered a sight to behold were the second-year students dressed in maid outfits.

"Please sit down," Mizore said, standing beside Kiyora and pulling out a menu from somewhere. "What would Kiyora and Ms. Kasumi Utako like to eat?"

Kiyori handed the menu to Kasumigaoka, indicating that she should order first, while he asked Mizore, "Does Mizore-senpai have any recommendations?"

“We have a challenge here,” Mizore said, glancing furtively at her palm-sized notebook. “If a single person finishes eating within a limited time, it’s free.”

Kiyoyori showed an interested expression. "What is it?"

"Leaning Tower of Pisa"

Kasumigaoka happened to turn to that page, and the menu had a very eye-catching picture of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Just like the name suggests, it was a cake made of layers upon layers, kept in a delicate position of not falling over. The excessive amount of cream, almost enough to drizzle over, made Kiyora's throat feel sour.

"Are you interested, Shimizu-kun?"

Kiyoshi shook his head quickly, "I can't eat sweets in the morning."

Kasumigaoka nodded thoughtfully.

"Please give me a cup of black tea, Mizore-senpai." Kiyoyori smiled apologetically.

"Ah."

"Then please, a cup of coffee, please." Kasumigaoka closed the menu and handed it back to Mizore. "Does Shimizu-kun have anything else to do later?"

She noticed that Kiyoshi was checking his watch rather frequently.

"No, it's just that the class just notified us that they want us to start preparing earlier."

Although the props had already been checked once in the morning, just to be on the safe side, they needed to be checked again before going on stage, including the quantity of props and how they were moved. If you were to list them all, there were still many things to do before going on stage. However, the class committee member in charge of this stage play felt that Qinglai had already put in a lot of effort, so they were embarrassed to trouble her with these miscellaneous tasks.

"I thought Shimizu-kun was only in charge of the script for this stage play."

Kasumigaoka rested her chin on her hand, gazing tenderly at Kiyoyori sitting opposite her, while the phone beside her kept flashing, but she showed no intention of paying it any attention.

Kiyoshi glanced at the light indicating incoming calls. "That was indeed the case at first, but the capable should do more."

"Oh my, I like Shimizu-kun even though he's a bit narcissistic."

Kasumigaoka gently swung her feet, lightly kicking Kiyoyori's calf intermittently. Kiyoyori felt the warm softness through her stockings, and a blush rose to her ears.

Feeling rather uncomfortable, she shrank back a little. "I have a background in painting, so it's understandable that I was asked to make large props. Besides, the logistics work is indeed very demanding. I just feel bad watching others work on the sidelines."

"Shimizu-kun is so kind."

The soft toes gently rubbed against Kiyoshi's calves, giving Kiyoshi no chance to escape.

"Senior Shiyu..."

"Hmm? Shimizu-kun doesn't like it?"

"I……"

Kiyoshi felt his face burning up.

"Your order."

The person who brought the black tea and coffee wasn't Mizore; their cheerful and upbeat voice created a warm atmosphere that made you want to smile too.

"Thank you." Kiyoyori breathed a sigh of relief. Kasaki's appearance was just in time, immediately destroying the ambiguous atmosphere.

As the sensation on his calves disappeared, Kiyotaka relaxed, but for some reason, a slight sense of loss arose in his heart.

"This is..." Kasumigaoka narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Kasaki with an appraising gaze. She didn't miss Mizore's gaze, which had been watching them from a distance. "A-kun?"

“Ahem,” Kiyoyori immediately gave Asakagaoka a wink, “This is also my senior in the brass band club, Kasaki Nozomi, who belongs to the flute club.”

Kasaki Asaka smiled kindly. "I'm Kasaki Nozomi. Nice to meet you."

Kasumigaoka raised an eyebrow knowingly. "Kasumigaoka Utaha, third-year student at Toyonosaki Academy. Nice to meet you."

"Ah, so it's you, senior!"

"Hello, it's an honor to meet you, Kasaki-kun."

"Huh?"

Kiyoyori gently kicked Kasumigaoka under the table with his foot, signaling the other party not to talk nonsense, but unexpectedly, when he tried to pull his foot back, the other party entangled him.

Chiyorai:! !

"Kiyoshi mentioned you to me, a senior who loves music. Please take good care of Kiyoshi in the future."

Kasumigaoka said something incredible with an extremely gentle expression and tone.

Just from this one sentence, it seems like there's some incredible information to it.

Kasaki blinked in confusion at first, then her gaze shifted between Kiyori and Kasumigaoka, as if she suddenly understood something, "Could it be that you two are—?"

"No!"

Kiyoyori finally pulled his leg out of Kasumigaoka's shackles and righteously corrected Kasaki's wild imagination that was about to fly out of the sky.

Not yet.

Kasumigaoka added with a smile.

"Well……"

Umbrella Wood nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Sudden--

P.S.: Sigh, I'm not in a very good mood. According to the original plan, I was supposed to go back to work next Monday, but it's not certain yet. Once I'm back at work, updates will definitely be less frequent until things resume. Also, I have exams at the end of the month, so please forgive me.

Chapter 39: Fickleness is a Bad Civilization

The phone on the table suddenly started vibrating, and then a light and smooth piano melody came from the loudspeaker.

That was the special ringtone that Kiyoyori set for Eriri.

Then, Eriri's photo gradually appeared on the screen. Just as Kiyoyori was about to answer the call, his wrist was grabbed by a hand that reached out from across the table.

"Senior Shiyu?"

Kasumigaoka squinted, seemingly considering whether to answer the phone.

The phone rang incessantly, showing no sign of hanging up. After a while, Kiyoyori finally answered it at Kasumigaoka's prompting.

The moment the call connected, Eriri's angry voice came from the other end, "Kiyori!"

"What's wrong, Eriri?"

"You're asking me what's wrong?!" Eriri took a deep breath, suppressing her surging anger. "Where are you right now?"

"In... a senior's class," Kiyoyori swallowed back the second-year A class that was about to come out of his mouth when he saw the threatening look in Kasumigaoka's eyes, "Where is Eriri?"

"I'm in Kiyoshi's classroom right now," Eriri said. The background noise was a bit loud, and Kiyoshi could vaguely hear someone calling Eriri's name. "Tell me your exact location, and I'll come find you now."

Kiyoyori noticed that Eriri used the word "you".

"Ah..." Kiyoshi couldn't help but cry out because he was caught off guard by being stepped on.