Chapter 30
by Need_More_SleepChapter 30: The Magic of Love Tea Rice
The sailor uniform was peeled off by its edges, and Shimizu Sakuya slipped into a plain black-and-white dress with a white collar.
The pleated school skirt, symbolizing youth and vitality, slid down her fair skin, replaced by a lace-trimmed apron.
She donned the classic maid’s kappu headdress and white gloves, tying a dark black ribbon at the collar.
Her soft hands brushed over stockings of varying materials and lengths before hesitantly selecting a pair of opaque nylon pantyhose.
The dress’s hem was far too short, and after a quick scan of the room, she found no safety shorts in sight.
The thick, white pantyhose would at least prevent any accidental exposure.
Finally, she stepped into a pair of black buckle shoes—completing the maid ensemble. A beautiful maid was born.
Sakuya walked past racks of hanging dresses and stopped before a full-length mirror framed in gold, carefully examining her reflection.
She bent her knees slightly, lifted the edge of her skirt, and curtsied.
It was… unexpected.
She actually looked quite good in a maid outfit.
[Image: A picture matching the elegant, refined aesthetic of the mistress character.]
Her golden waist-length hair, bright as the sun, paired perfectly with the black-and-white maid uniform. The melancholic aura of her sea-blue eyes complemented the gentle impression the outfit gave off, creating an image that was both elegant and tender.
Full marks for beauty. She nodded in satisfaction.
Now, it was time to face Fujiwara Yuki.
Steeling herself, Sakuya pressed a hand to her slightly trembling chest, took a deep breath, and turned the doorknob.
“Miss Shimizu, you look absolutely stunning in that maid outfit,” Saito, who had been waiting outside, said with a gleam in her eyes.
“Thank you for the compliment, Miss Saito. Now, please take me to Yuki.”
Weaving through the labyrinthine corridors like a fish through water, Sakuya watched as the decor shifted from simple to lavish once more.
Finally, Saito stopped before an ornate, heavy door.
She pulled it open, turned, and bowed slightly.
“I’ll leave you here. I hope you enjoy your time at the Fujiwara estate, Miss Shimizu.”
“You may go now, Miss Saito.”
Sakuya patted her slightly flushed cheeks, steadied herself, and stepped inside.
The dining room wasn’t large, but the antique sandalwood table and the exquisitely painted murals spoke volumes about the wealth behind them.
The ceiling’s golden chandelier cast a warm glow over the table, which was laden with delicacies. Yuki sat at the table, quietly reading a book.
She had changed into a black lace dress.
Her jet-black hair and dress contrasted beautifully with her pale skin, making her look like a nocturnal fairy from a dark forest under the soft glow of the oil lamp.
“You’re here?” Yuki didn’t look up, merely flipping a page of her book.
The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.
“Yeah.”
Sakuya didn’t know what to say, so she silently walked to the table.
Like most reserved people, Sakuya was often pushed forward by others. She wasn’t one for words, but her inner thoughts were always complex.
From the start, it had been Yuki who demanded she wear the maid outfit. Now that she had it on, Yuki was acting indifferent.
Sakuya knew this was just another one of her teasing games, but she couldn’t help feeling a little indignant.
After all, no matter the circumstances, girls always wanted to be praised.
Snap. Yuki closed her leather-bound book and finally looked up, scrutinizing the maid before her.
Her eyebrows twitched slightly, her gaze lingering for a long moment before she delivered her verdict in a flat tone:
“Not bad. It suits you.”
But Yuki seemed to think this praise wasn’t enough. With a smirk, she amended:
“Ah—what I mean is, you were born to be a maid. If your family ever goes bankrupt, you can always come work for me~”
Always with the teasing. Whatever, I won’t stoop to her level!
Sakuya had no energy to engage with her. Right now, she just wanted to finish her duties as a personal maid so she could focus on her own agenda—like scouting the Fujiwara estate.
“Thank you for the praise, Master. So, since I’m your personal maid now, what should I do first?”
Yuki set her book aside on a serving cart, glanced over the table full of dishes, and finally landed on a bowl of steaming ochazuke (Tea rice).
A lightbulb went off in her head.
Pointing at the dish, she looked at Sakuya with expectant eyes.
“I’ve heard that maids in maid cafés use ‘love magic’ before serving food. Treat this ochazuke like an omelet rice and do what they do~”
Her voice was laced with amusement. She seemed genuinely delighted.
???
Oh, so this is about humiliating me now?
But this time, Yuki had miscalculated.
She probably never expected that Sakuya, with her past memories, had already endured plenty of cringe-worthy fan service during her idol days.
Spreading the magic of love? That was child’s play.
In fact, she could do it in her sleep.
Time to show her the power of a former idol!
Without hesitation, Sakuya picked up the teapot and poured the tea into the bowl until it was two-thirds full, then added shredded seaweed.
Sprinkling some white sesame seeds, she drizzled soy sauce into the dish while chanting in an overly sweet voice.
“Gather all the moe energy of the Fujiwara estate… Release the moe beam! Become delicious, genki ochazuke-chan~”
But she wasn’t done.
Taking two steps back, she formed a heart with her hands over her chest.
“Please accept this magic of love, Master~”
Then, winking and blowing a kiss.
“I love you the most, Master~ Please be happy!”
Her voice was saccharine, her smile pure and sweet—completely at odds with her usual demeanor.
Yuki sucked in a sharp breath, recoiling slightly as if struck.
Her eyes blinked rapidly, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
Her expression was caught in a strange, frozen state.
Finally, she turned her face away, covering it with one hand, and muttered in a muffled voice.
“Uh… Maid-san, just… take a seat across from me for now.”
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[Author’s Note: Originally planned to write some bath scene intimacy, but the pacing feels slow. I’ll try to speed things up!]