CH 3

I went to school and attended my classes seriously. Then I had a nice chat with my best friend, stopped by the supermarket on my way home from school, took a bath first, cooked dinner, and ate it while relaxing, watching TV.

It had been two weeks since I had ordered the housekeeping service.

I looked at the discount coupon I was holding in my hand.

For some reason, I never used it.

No, it wasn’t because I was not satisfied with the housekeeping service.

Rather, it was one of the best things I heard.

Kanako Sakurada —  a very nice woman.

She was beautiful, good-natured, and even had breasts … that were cozy.

Anyway, I’d love to have her come back again, but …

I was not sure if it would bother her if I asked for her that often.

I wondered if she would be annoyed.

I worried about many things.

This was why adolescent high school students were so troublesome.

Or maybe it’s because she’s so beautiful that I’m getting defensive.

“Haa~~”

I let out a light groan.

But, …, I thought, the food that Sakurada-san cooked for me was delicious.

And picked up my phone.

I opened the reservation page for the housekeeping service.

I nervously entered the name “Kanako Sakurada” in the nomination field.

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I was sitting with my back straight on the couch, my heart hammering.

The sound of the doorbell made my heart leap.

“Ha, ha!”

I rushed to the door and opened it.

And there she stood…

“Hello.”

“Well, Sakurada-san, … hello.”

I said, and she smiled at me.

“Please, come on up.”

“Sorry to bother you.”

She smiled and walked inside the house.

I walked back into the living room with her.

“Oh no, anyway…”

“… Um, Touma-kun.”

“Yes?”

When I turned around, Sakurada-san looked a little unhappy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Was… my work last time… not good?”

“What? No, no, no, not at all.”

“No?”

“Why do you feel that way?”

“Because I wanted Touma-kun to pick me again, and I even gave him a discount coupon, but he didn’t call me back. …”

“No, that’s because … Sakurada-san is just too nice.”

“Huh?”

“I think I’m really lucky to have such a beautiful and stylish Onee-san as my housekeeper. I’m still just a kid in high school, after all. I’m kind of embarrassed or worried or something. … Anyway, it’s not that I didn’t like Sakurada-san. …”

Yeah, this was a pattern where the more I explained something, the more it sounded like an excuse, here.(TLN:-Dude knows the cliche ayeee I like you more now)

What if I hurt Sakurada-san even more? …

“I’m … glad.”

“Sakurada-san?”

“I’m glad you feel that way about me.”

Sakurada-san smiled at me again.

“Shall I make you dinner again today?”

“Oh, yes. Please do.”

“Wait for me, okay?”

Looking as if she had regained her full spirit, Sakurada-san headed for the kitchen.

“We had Japanese food last time. Shall we have Western food today?”

“Sounds good.”

“How about pasta?”

“I like it.”

“Good.”

Sakurada-san smiled and proceeded to cook in a rhythm.(TLN: This means that she knew what she was doing and was not being awkward.  Also, what a coincidence I was sitting rhythm bot listening to music)

I kept staring at her.

It might sound creepy.

“Thank you for waiting.”

As if a magic spell was cast, the dish was completed in no time at all.

“Pasta with spring cabbage, consommé soup, and bread for dipping.”

“Wow, I can’t get over how meticulous a woman can be.”

“Arigato~. But I think it might not be enough for a boy like you who eats a lot.”

“It’s alright. I’ll dig in, Itadakimasu.”

I immediately took a bite of Sakurada-san’s homemade dish.

I wrapped my fork around the pasta and took a bite.

“… It’s delicious!”

“Good. I’ve got some more for you.”

“Arigato Gozaimasu”

Sakurada-san and I couldn’t stop smiling for a long time.

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The contracted time was about to expire.

“Thank you again for today, Sakurada-san.”

“It was fun, for me too. Thank you.”

We bowed our heads to each other.

Oh, how quickly the good times fly by.(TLN:- IKR dude :’) but mine is still going on xD)

“… Hey, Touma-kun. I have one thing to discuss with you.”

Oh, how quickly the good times fly by.

“… Hey, Touma-kun. I need to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?”

I nodded my head.

“I’m thinking of quitting … my job as a housekeeper.”

“What … really?”

“Yeah, …”

“… So, I’ll never see … Sakurada-san again?”

Stop it, dude.

I was talking like a man who was in love.

After all, she and I have the relationship of a customer and a service person.

“You see, I want to be … Touma-kun’s exclusive.”(TLN: dude ACCEPT RNNN WTHHHH I WAANT IT TOOO ARGHHHHH EXCLUSIVE ONEE SAN TO SPOIL MEEEEEEE.)

“Yes?”

“I want to be your personal housekeeper, Touma-kun.”

For a moment I couldn’t understand what she was saying.

“Doesn’t that mean … you are already my wife?”(TLN: HELL YEAH DUDE ONEE SAN WIFE)

“Yeah, … that’s right.”

Sakurada-san smiled, looking a little embarrassed.

“Is it … not good?”

She tilted her head adorably.

I, on the other hand, was momentarily stunned.