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“W-What’s …… the service?”
I ask back, swallowing hard.
In a moody room with only a dim light, service.
Maybe it’s some kind of naughty service. ……
I get nervous as I sit on the sofa, half hopeful, half anxious.
“Fufu…….That’s”
Kiyomizu poured a glass of non-alcoholic wine and gently sat down next to me.
“Of course it’s an Omurice,”
“Naaa!”
Kiyomizu brought freshly made omelet rice onto the table from somewhere, and added fresh ketchup as well.
It wasn’t a naughty service …… !
I don’t know whether to be delighted or disappointed, but my shoulders relax a little.
The atmosphere of Kiyomizu was so erotic that I misunderstood it, but it was not naughty.
On the contrary, if it was naughty, would I have done that kind of thing with Kiyomizu?!
It’s disgusting to do such a thing with another girl when I’m even just having a hard time with Sakimiya-san!
I turned to Kiyomzu, beating myself up in my mind for expecting something naughty.
“Ummm, About omurice”
“Yes. What shall I draw for you?”
Although I am a former otaku, this was my first visit to a maid cafe, as there were no maid cafes in the countryside of Tochigi.
What should I have drawn on my omu-rice?
“Well, my face, then.
“Fufu, sure.”
I ordered it half-jokingly, but Kiyomizu started drawing my face on the yellow canvas using ketchup.
“Kiyomizu, you are so skillful. ……”
She handled the ketchup with an expert hand and drew my face on the omelette in an animated style.
The face on the omurice is that of a handsome man with a tall nose that looks like it belongs in an Otome game or something like that. ……This is my face, it’s too beautified, isn’t it?
“So then, Kazakiri san? Shall we cast a spell together?”
“Eh.”
“Be delicious, be delicious, moe, moe, kyuuun”
“M-Moe moe kyun”
I was forced to do the spell halfway.
Oh, I’m so embarrassed. I want to die.
“Here, Kazakiri-san, ahn!”
“Eh!?”
“Come one, if you don’t ahhhnn”
She pinched my cheek and brought the omurice to my mouth with a spoon.
“Aaahn….”
“Uuuu…. anh.”
I have no choice but to accept it.
The chaotic situation of having a high school classmate Ahhn.
Oh, I’m so embarrassed. I want to die (for the second time).
“Well then, let’s get down to business, shall we?
“You can’t enter with this air!”
I was so embarrassed that I could not take the air in.
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