A chest that’s too big for her small frame.
No matter how you look at it, she seems like a man.
Of course, objectively speaking, Makoto was a beautiful girl, but her insecurity made it impossible for her to view her appearance objectively.
“…But still, my lord said I look, uh, good.”
What a kind person.
Makoto swallowed her words and smiled bashfully.
Her heart raced.
She didn’t want to let this go.
She wanted to serve her for a lifetime.
Thoughts of the conversation she had witnessed in the lobby yesterday floated in her mind.
Rin, Eri, Olivia.
The three women had seriously declared themselves rivals in love.
“I should have…”
That was when she should have stepped up.
She should have boldly claimed her lord’s heart.
Makoto bit her lips.
She picked up her phone and made a call.
Riiing, click.
The call was immediately dropped, and a Kansai dialect echoed from the speaker.
[Hey, isn’t this our lord? How did it go with that person? Did the clothes we advised make them go wow?]
“…Uh, yeah, my, my lord said they liked it…”
Makoto shyly nodded.
[Our lord is so beautiful. If someone’s heart doesn’t move seeing our lord, then that person must be a fool. Hehe. So, did you call because of that story?]
“Ah, no…”
Makoto shook her head.
In her mind, she could still hear Kim Deok-Sung’s voice echoing.
‘My lord said I’m needed.’
Thump.
Makoto’s heart raced.
“Gather the elite forces to Kyoto.”
[Got it! You all, prepare well. We need to go on a business trip to Kyoto.]
Yes, sir! She heard the echoing response and the clattering noise as she closed her eyes for a moment.
She had helped her lord.
A smile formed on her lips.
*
“Ugh…”
Dragging her exhausted body back to the hotel lobby.
Tourism is only fun for a day or two; being tossed around by multiple women was exhausting, leaving her sore all over.
“Damn it…”
She plopped down on the lobby sofa.
After Nishizawa, Rin, Makoto, and Kasumi, was it Olivia’s turn next?
The thought of where she’d be dragged off to this time made her vision blur.
That punk Yuji was probably hanging out with Ishihara.
Looks like I’m the only one suffering again. Just me.
“I should have been lazy…”
She sighed in Korean.
For some reason, it annoyed her that the protagonist seemed to be having a much easier time.
“Ugh…”
She was tired not just physically but mentally as well.
I’m tired.
I’m already on edge thanks to the Majin Academy being subtly off from the original work.
I want to rest.
“…You.”
I hear a familiar voice in my ear.
Who was it again?
“Hey, you!”
Olivia’s voice?
I look up.
As expected, there she is, a beautiful girl with platinum hair and blue eyes, striking a confident pose with her hand on her chest.
I knew it.
“Alright, Olivia, so it’s you this time?”
“Finally, at last! The time has come for your dedicated maid, Olivia Napoleon Bonaparte!”
Olivia giggles, covering her mouth.
It’s amazing how her reaction has stayed the same from the first day we met up until now.
“Where do you want to go?”
That’s my fate.
Olivia answers my question.
“Wherever you want.”
What kind of trick is this?
I’m reminded of my college buddy who always said “anything” when deciding on lunch, then went wild when I actually suggested “anything.”
Kim Chang-Soo. That jerk.
“Don’t shift the responsibility onto me, just be honest. Where do you want to go?”
Olivia’s face reddens at my words.
Her cheeks tremble.
“I-it’s wherever you want! I, your dedicated maid, am here to consider you!! Why are you suspicious of me! You’re the most mannerless dummy in this world!!”
Olivia yells with her eyes tightly shut.
Why would I be suspicious?
Who believes a tsundere’s words at face value?
Hearing this sudden tsundere outburst makes my head hurt.
Whatever, I don’t care.
If I have to hear another outburst, might as well just say it outright.
“I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to rest at the hotel.”
“…Then let’s do that.”
In that moment, I hear an answer that makes me doubt my ears.
“What?”
You want to do that?
Has she eaten something weird?
Olivia smiles faintly.
“If that’s what you want, let’s rest.”
Why is she acting like this all of a sudden?
I’m getting goosebumps.
“Hey, Olivia. Are you feeling sick? They say a sudden change in someone is a sign of death,”
I’m honestly worried.
“Ughhhhh…”
Olivia makes a pained noise.
“Shut up!! You, who don’t understand a person’s feelings… Just… die!! Fool! Idiot! Sea cucumber! Sea squirt! Anemone! Kim Deok-Sung! Hmph.”
Olivia turns her head, crossing her arms with a bright red face.
Yeah, this is the familiar tsundere I know.
I start to feel a bit more at ease.
“Anyway… This afternoon, I, Olivia Napoleon Bonaparte, will be your dedicated maid and support you… Other people are forbidden to approach! Do you understand?”
“Do as you wish.”
I sink into the sofa while listening to Olivia babble on with a face flushed red.
Tonight, I’m supposed to meet with the Majin Student Council President to report on the information gathered by Hoshino Kasumi, and there’s a three-way strategy meeting with Aris planned.
I should rest until then.
“Alright. Then I’ll specially, for you… I-I will give you a massaggggge!”
What?
I’m the first one, so…
“A massage?”
Did I just hear that wrong?
What did she say she’d do?
Her finger points at me.
Olivia stutters and shouts, “Th-th-that’s right! M-m-massage! As a noble French princess, I am specially granting this to someone as lowly as you, so you better be grateful! Do you understand?”
Why is she acting like this all of a sudden?
I can’t find the words to respond.
“Why, wh-wh-why aren’t you answering?! M-m-m-m-me, risking my dignity, am offering to serve you as your personal maid!!”
Olivia shouts with her eyes tightly shut.
“Alright, I got it! Just stop talking about that serving thing.”
I’m afraid of being misunderstood.
“Y-you should have said that earlier… Hmph.”
Olivia puffs her cheeks.
She places one hand on her waist and points at me with the other, shouting, “O-okay! Then… L-l-l-let’s go to your room!”
“My room?”
“We can’t do a m-m-massage here!!”
The extras in the lobby start to let their imaginations run wild again after hearing that strict word.
“Did you just hear that? A personal maid’s service?!”
“A room, you say! Black Beast! Are you going to do that with the knight princess?!”
“I can’t help but think that’s not the kind of massage we’re talking about. Is it a naked massage?”
“I heard the Black Beast is a tyrant on the bed; it must be true.”
“They say the knight princess screams while wearing a maid outfit at night?”
“Total high-level stuff. The Black Beast.”
I’m losing it.
Here we go again.
Suddenly, Olivia approaches and grabs my wrist.
“C-come with me!”
Being led by her touch, I exit the lobby.
She holds on to my wrist until we reach my room via the elevator.
“Can you let go for a second?”
“…Hmph. Fool.”
Even when I pose a question, all I get back is an annoyed huff from her classic tsundere style.
We arrive at my room with Olivia still holding my wrist.
*Thud.*
As the hotel door closes, Olivia finally releases my wrist and says, “G-get on the bed! D-don’t misunderstand; I haven’t had any naughty thoughts!!”
Who said anything about misunderstanding?
No need to talk.
Thinking about how she’ll sulk all day if I don’t lay down already tires me out.
I might as well let Olivia do as she pleases. I lie down on the hotel bed without saying a word.
The soft mattress envelops my body.
“O-okay. S-so now, I’ll b-begin the m-m-massage… consider it the glory of your lifetime. Do you understand?”
With Olivia’s voice behind me, I feel pressure on my back.
Squeeze, squeeze.
I feel the pressure releasing my back muscles.
I didn’t expect much, but surprisingly, this is a proper massage.
It’s refreshing.
I feel all my fatigue dissolve.
“Ugh.”
A groan escapes my lips.
My body becomes languid.
I close my eyes while receiving Olivia’s massage.
*
Olivia sits on Kim Deok-Sung’s back, using her hands to knead his knotted muscles.
“Ugh! Hah!”
Every time Kim Deok-Sung’s groan escapes, Olivia’s face turns red.
Her heart races.
“Uuuhhh…”
Olivia makes a sound of discomfort.
She knows that Kim Deok-Sung’s voice doesn’t mean what she thinks it does.
In fact, his voice is proof that Olivia’s massage is working well.
But as the sensation of his firm muscles touches her hand through his shirt and her groans get tangled, her thoughts start to spiral in a strange direction.
Charging towards a direction.
My heart keeps fluttering.
The conversations of the cadets I heard while in the lobby linger in Olivia’s mind.
“W-wearing a maid uniform on the bed… intense…”
The image of herself in a maid outfit pops into her head. The scene of them lying together on the bed.
Olivia’s heart races.
Her face turns as red as Kim’s nose.
“N-no! I-I definitely didn’t have such scandalous thoughts…! I didn’t!”
No matter how much she likes him, they aren’t formally dating yet.
Besides, Kim Deok-Sung is common folk, and she’s a princess.
She can’t just give up her purity.
She is not like Shinozaki Rin, who constantly talks about breasts with every virgin.
“I’m not a loose or easy woman! B-but maybe… holding hands… or hugging and ki-kissing… I-I guess if he commands it, as his maid, I wouldn’t be able to refuse… even more than that… I might…”
With those thoughts swirling, Olivia’s blue eyes spin around.
It’s all Kim Deok-Sung’s fault.
“Yikes!! You pervert! Scoundrel!! Can’t you stop the moaning?!”
Splat.
Olivia slaps his back and shouts.
“It feels good, so what’s the problem?”
“Ughhh… Hmph.”
Olivia turns her head away.
“Of course it feels good! Because it’s a massage from Olivia Napoleon Bonaparte! Hmph. I don’t appreciate such obvious compliments at all?!”
Despite her grumpy words, the corners of her mouth lift slightly.
Olivia continues massaging with a cheerful demeanor, thinking, “I’m glad I learned how to massage from Bella. Hehe. Bella really is talented.”
Recalling Bella’s serious expression as she imparted the massage technique as a secret weapon to charm men’s hearts, Olivia smiles.
“I can’t lose to those little thieves!”
Shinozaki Rin, Nishizawa Eri.
Destined rivals fighting over love.
And recently added Kamiya Makoto.
She cannot let them take his heart.
“I’m his number one maid, after all!”
She was the first to meet him.
The first to like him.
His only maid.
The one who loves him the most.
It’s all me.
[This is Shinozaki Rin. From now on, I will wholeheartedly seize his love. Don’t let your guard down just because you’re one step ahead. Bonaparte.]
Olivia hears Rin’s declaration of rivalry echoing in her head.
With everyone aware of their feelings.
She can’t just sit still.
Pouting her lips, Olivia presses down hard on his back muscles.
“Where the heck have you been?! Why are there so many knots? Hmph.”
“Waaah! T-this kinda hurts!”
“Quit the chatter and just keep receiving the massage!”
So began a prolonged session of Olivia’s massage and Kim Deok-Sung’s cries.
*
After the massage time with Olivia was over, I had dinner with her at the hotel restaurant before parting ways.
“Ahh. That felt great.”
Surprisingly, Olivia gave a pretty good massage.
I don’t think there was any original setting that stated Olivia was skilled at massages.
In fact, the character who is actually skilled at massages is the protagonist himself.
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