Chapter 560: I'm interested
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Half an hour later, Mihara-san returned, bringing with her the trolley where I placed my uniform.
With the door locked behind her, it created another atmosphere between us wherein we’re alone in a room.
Just like earlier, even though there’s no reason for her to watch me change back to my uniform, Mihara-san’s eyes never left mine.
She even met my gaze and although faint, she wordlessly told me to do my thing and get done with it.
Although I could call her out for it and ask what’s the deal this time, I refrained from doing so and just began changing back to my uniform, slowly taking off what I was wearing.
I knew this felt like I was stripping for her but I had to confirm my guess.
By these two instances, I could only put out a guess that she’s interested in me or my body.
Obviously, I could be completely wrong. I never had a normal conversation with her and every time I would see her, she’s in her role as Otoha’s loyal chauffeur.
Now that I think about it, I’d never seen Mihara-san out of that role. She’s always attached to Otoha.
That sounds lonesome... however, it’s her job and it’s not my place to comment about it.
Perhaps the only instance of her being out of that role was what happened this time or earlier. The instance of watching me change in front of her, with her eyes heatedly trained on my body.
That’s why to test if my guess contained some truths... I intentionally slowed down my movements to observe her expression.
However, she’s blank-faced despite her eyes exploring my body.
“Mihara-san... I’m sorry but can you help me with this?”
Since just letting her watch wasn’t yielding any result - either I was wrong or she’s great at restraining her emotions from leaking - I thought of trying something else.
Although it’s actually easy to remove, I intentionally showed how I was failing at removing the buttons on it.
“Onoda-sama. You’re not that weak, are you?”
And her answer came right away.
Was I wrong?
No... Although she said that, Mihara-san traversed the few steps of the distance between us and helped me like I asked. Not just on my top but also my bottom.
Following that, even though she stopped for a while to stare at my body, Mihara-san eventually assisted me in wearing my uniform again, buttoning everything, even my pants. Furthermore, she even pulled my zipper up.
I know I requested it but... that felt like what the rich people were experiencing, they had maids or assistants who would even prepare their baths for them and cloth them even down to their underwear.
“Thank you.”
Once Mihara-san finished, I awkwardly thanked her. This time... I guess it’s my loss. I ended up the one being embarrassed instead of the woman in front of me.
Naturally, I observed some other emotions flashing in her eyes. However, all of these were instantly brushed away as she maintained her calm and cool composure.
“Don’t be. Ojou-sama instructed me to take care of you. And I understood what Onoda-sama was trying to do. Unfortunately, I will remain as Ojou-sama’s loyal aide.”
Ah. I see. This is still because of Otoha. My assumption was wrong then.
Mihara-san might be interested but she would never do something that’s not ordered by Otoha.
In any case, for the first time, Mihara-san openly said what’s on her mind rather than keeping it to herself.
“I apologize for that, Mihara-san. I got curious about whether you’re interested in me or not because of these instances.” I scratched my head awkwardly after bowing in apology
I should’ve done this from the start. Tell her the truth of what’s on my mind rather than test her.
I guess I wasn’t thinking straight there... or that was my perversion at work again.
“Onoda-sama is not wrong with his assumption. I am interested.”
“There’s no way, right? Huh? Wait, what did you say?”
“It is as you heard. By the way, we have to go, Onoda-sama. Follow me.”
Refusing to repeat her words, Mihara-san flashed a small smile as she swiftly turned around and walked out of the room.
With her long ponytail swaying at her every step, I could somehow catch on her rather elated mood. Perhaps to others, it would go unnoticed but that’s not the case if they looked closely or they became familiar with her, like me.
In the end... I just got confessed to, right?
That counted as a confession, am I correct?
Ugh... Now what should I do with this unexpected information?
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-
Passing along the corridors towards the emergency fire exit that would lead us straight to the car garage behind the hospital, I followed behind Mihara-san while avoiding the men in black suits.
By the time we reached her car, Mihara-san acted the same as earlier when she brought me here.
She opened the door for me like a proper chauffeur and only went back to the driver’s seat after I settled myself inside.
Although I have a lot of questions in my mind concerning what she just revealed, I kept my mouth shut.
I already made a blunder by probing her, it’s better to stop at that.
Before she started the car, Mihara-san’s gaze met mine through the rearview mirror.
“Please put on your seatbelt, Onoda-sama.”
I thought she would say more revelations that I wouldn’t expect but... it’s just that.
Haa... I admit. I am now the one overthinking things here.
To calm my mind, I moved to the rightmost side of the backseat and stared outside the window.
As silence began to reign inside the car, Mihara-san finally started the engine.
A while later, we’re now traversing the road out of the hospital.
Before leaving its premises, I eyed the idiot stomping his feet outside the entrance of the hospital.
Like I expected, he was ejected out. Even if he wanted to force his way in, those men in black suits were barring his way in and the ‘bodyguards’ that he brought with him had pitiful expressions as they tried to hold him back and bring him back to his car.
“He’s persistent, huh? But he doesn’t even like Otoha as she is. Only her family name is important to him.” I muttered silently before that idiot disappeared from my view.
And unexpectedly, from the driver’s seat, Mihara-san responded. “That is one of the reasons why Ojou-sama loves you a lot, Onoda-sama. You see her simply as Otoha, not Otoha of the Kaneko House. Because of that, you also have my admiration.”
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Half an hour later, Mihara-san returned, bringing with her the trolley where I placed my uniform.
With the door locked behind her, it created another atmosphere between us wherein we’re alone in a room.
Just like earlier, even though there’s no reason for her to watch me change back to my uniform, Mihara-san’s eyes never left mine.
She even met my gaze and although faint, she wordlessly told me to do my thing and get done with it.
Although I could call her out for it and ask what’s the deal this time, I refrained from doing so and just began changing back to my uniform, slowly taking off what I was wearing.
I knew this felt like I was stripping for her but I had to confirm my guess.
By these two instances, I could only put out a guess that she’s interested in me or my body.
Obviously, I could be completely wrong. I never had a normal conversation with her and every time I would see her, she’s in her role as Otoha’s loyal chauffeur.
Now that I think about it, I’d never seen Mihara-san out of that role. She’s always attached to Otoha.
That sounds lonesome... however, it’s her job and it’s not my place to comment about it.
Perhaps the only instance of her being out of that role was what happened this time or earlier. The instance of watching me change in front of her, with her eyes heatedly trained on my body.
That’s why to test if my guess contained some truths... I intentionally slowed down my movements to observe her expression.
However, she’s blank-faced despite her eyes exploring my body.
“Mihara-san... I’m sorry but can you help me with this?”
Since just letting her watch wasn’t yielding any result - either I was wrong or she’s great at restraining her emotions from leaking - I thought of trying something else.
Although it’s actually easy to remove, I intentionally showed how I was failing at removing the buttons on it.
“Onoda-sama. You’re not that weak, are you?”
And her answer came right away.
Was I wrong?
No... Although she said that, Mihara-san traversed the few steps of the distance between us and helped me like I asked. Not just on my top but also my bottom.
Following that, even though she stopped for a while to stare at my body, Mihara-san eventually assisted me in wearing my uniform again, buttoning everything, even my pants. Furthermore, she even pulled my zipper up.
I know I requested it but... that felt like what the rich people were experiencing, they had maids or assistants who would even prepare their baths for them and cloth them even down to their underwear.
“Thank you.”
Once Mihara-san finished, I awkwardly thanked her. This time... I guess it’s my loss. I ended up the one being embarrassed instead of the woman in front of me.
Naturally, I observed some other emotions flashing in her eyes. However, all of these were instantly brushed away as she maintained her calm and cool composure.
“Don’t be. Ojou-sama instructed me to take care of you. And I understood what Onoda-sama was trying to do. Unfortunately, I will remain as Ojou-sama’s loyal aide.”
Ah. I see. This is still because of Otoha. My assumption was wrong then.
Mihara-san might be interested but she would never do something that’s not ordered by Otoha.
In any case, for the first time, Mihara-san openly said what’s on her mind rather than keeping it to herself.
“I apologize for that, Mihara-san. I got curious about whether you’re interested in me or not because of these instances.” I scratched my head awkwardly after bowing in apology
I should’ve done this from the start. Tell her the truth of what’s on my mind rather than test her.
I guess I wasn’t thinking straight there... or that was my perversion at work again.
“Onoda-sama is not wrong with his assumption. I am interested.”
“There’s no way, right? Huh? Wait, what did you say?”
“It is as you heard. By the way, we have to go, Onoda-sama. Follow me.”
Refusing to repeat her words, Mihara-san flashed a small smile as she swiftly turned around and walked out of the room.
With her long ponytail swaying at her every step, I could somehow catch on her rather elated mood. Perhaps to others, it would go unnoticed but that’s not the case if they looked closely or they became familiar with her, like me.
In the end... I just got confessed to, right?
That counted as a confession, am I correct?
Ugh... Now what should I do with this unexpected information?
-
-
Passing along the corridors towards the emergency fire exit that would lead us straight to the car garage behind the hospital, I followed behind Mihara-san while avoiding the men in black suits.
By the time we reached her car, Mihara-san acted the same as earlier when she brought me here.
She opened the door for me like a proper chauffeur and only went back to the driver’s seat after I settled myself inside.
Although I have a lot of questions in my mind concerning what she just revealed, I kept my mouth shut.
I already made a blunder by probing her, it’s better to stop at that.
Before she started the car, Mihara-san’s gaze met mine through the rearview mirror.
“Please put on your seatbelt, Onoda-sama.”
I thought she would say more revelations that I wouldn’t expect but... it’s just that.
Haa... I admit. I am now the one overthinking things here.
To calm my mind, I moved to the rightmost side of the backseat and stared outside the window.
As silence began to reign inside the car, Mihara-san finally started the engine.
A while later, we’re now traversing the road out of the hospital.
Before leaving its premises, I eyed the idiot stomping his feet outside the entrance of the hospital.
Like I expected, he was ejected out. Even if he wanted to force his way in, those men in black suits were barring his way in and the ‘bodyguards’ that he brought with him had pitiful expressions as they tried to hold him back and bring him back to his car.
“He’s persistent, huh? But he doesn’t even like Otoha as she is. Only her family name is important to him.” I muttered silently before that idiot disappeared from my view.
And unexpectedly, from the driver’s seat, Mihara-san responded. “That is one of the reasons why Ojou-sama loves you a lot, Onoda-sama. You see her simply as Otoha, not Otoha of the Kaneko House. Because of that, you also have my admiration.”
Half an hour later, Mihara-san returned, bringing with her the trolley where I placed my uniform. With the door locked behind her, it created another atmosphere between us wherein we're alone in a room. Just like earlier, even though there's no reason for her to watch me change back to my uniform, Mihara-san's eyes never left mine. She even met my gaze and although faint, she wordlessly told me to do my thing and get done with it. Although I could call her out for it and ask what's the deal this time, I refrained from doing so and just began changing back to my uniform, slowly taking off what I was wearing. I knew this felt like I was stripping for her but I had to confirm my guess. By these two instances, I could only put out a guess that she's interested in me or my body. Obviously, I could be completely wrong. I never had a normal conversation with her and every time I would see her, she's in her role as Otoha's loyal chauffeur. Now that I think about it, I'd never seen Mihara-san out of that role. She's always attached to Otoha. That sounds lonesome... however, it's her job and it's not my place to comment about it. Perhaps the only instance of her being out of that role was what happened this time or earlier. The instance of watching me change in front of her, with her eyes heatedly trained on my body. That's why to test if my guess contained some truths... I intentionally slowed down my movements to observe her expression. However, she's blank-faced despite her eyes exploring my body. Mihara-san... I'm sorry but can you help me with this? Since just letting her watch wasn't yielding any result - either I was wrong or she's great at restraining her emotions from leaking - I thought of trying something else. Although it's actually easy to remove, I intentionally showed how I was failing at removing the buttons on it. Onoda-sama. You're not that weak, are you? And her answer came right away. Was I wrong? No... Although she said that, Mihara-san traversed the few steps of the distance between us and helped me like I asked. Not just on my top but also my bottom. Following that, even though she stopped for a while to stare at my body, Mihara-san eventually assisted me in wearing my uniform again, buttoning everything, even my pants. Furthermore, she even pulled my zipper up. I know I requested it but... that felt like what the rich people were experiencing, they had maids or assistants who would even prepare their baths for them and cloth them even down to their underwear. Thank you. Once Mihara-san finished, I awkwardly thanked her. This time... I guess it's my loss. I ended up the one being embarrassed instead of the woman in front of me. Naturally, I observed some other emotions flashing in her eyes. However, all of these were instantly brushed away as she maintained her calm and cool composure. Don't be. Ojou-sama instructed me to take care of you. And I understood what Onoda-sama was trying to do. Unfortunately, I will remain as Ojou-sama's loyal aide. Ah. I see. This is still because of Otoha. My assumption was wrong then. Mihara-san might be interested but she would never do something that's not ordered by Otoha. In any case, for the first time, Mihara-san openly said what's on her mind rather than keeping it to herself. I apologize for that, Mihara-san. I got curious about whether you're interested in me or not because of these instances. I scratched my head awkwardly after bowing in apology I should've done this from the start. Tell her the truth of what's on my mind rather than test her. I guess I wasn't thinking straight there... or that was my perversion at work again. Onoda-sama is not wrong with his assumption. I am interested. There's no way, right? Huh? Wait, what did you say? It is as you heard. By the way, we have to go, Onoda-sama. Follow me. Refusing to repeat her words, Mihara-san flashed a small smile as she swiftly turned around and walked out of the room. With her long ponytail swaying at her every step, I could somehow catch on her rather elated mood. Perhaps to others, it would go unnoticed but that's not the case if they looked closely or they became familiar with her, like me. In the end... I just got confessed to, right? That counted as a confession, am I correct? Ugh... Now what should I do with this unexpected information? - - Passing along the corridors towards the emergency fire exit that would lead us straight to the car garage behind the hospital, I followed behind Mihara-san while avoiding the men in black suits. By the time we reached her car, Mihara-san acted the same as earlier when she brought me here. She opened the door for me like a proper chauffeur and only went back to the driver's seat after I settled myself inside. Although I have a lot of questions in my mind concerning what she just revealed, I kept my mouth shut. I already made a blunder by probing her, it's better to stop at that. Before she started the car, Mihara-san's gaze met mine through the rearview mirror. Please put on your seatbelt, Onoda-sama. I thought she would say more revelations that I wouldn't expect but... it's just that. Haa... I admit. I am now the one overthinking things here. To calm my mind, I moved to the rightmost side of the backseat and stared outside the window. As silence began to reign inside the car, Mihara-san finally started the engine. A while later, we're now traversing the road out of the hospital. Before leaving its premises, I eyed the idiot stomping his feet outside the entrance of the hospital. Like I expected, he was ejected out. Even if he wanted to force his way in, those men in black suits were barring his way in and the bodyguards' that he brought with him had pitiful expressions as they tried to hold him back and bring him back to his car. He's persistent, huh? But he doesn't even like Otoha as she is. Only her family name is important to him. I muttered silently before that idiot disappeared from my view. And unexpectedly, from the driver's seat, Mihara-san responded. That is one of the reasons why Ojou-sama loves you a lot, Onoda-sama. You see her simply as Otoha, not Otoha of the Kaneko House. Because of that, you also have my admiration.
