Thud.
Two heavy buckets of milk slammed onto the floor, sending a dull, heavy echo ringing through the hall.
Su Ruanruan and Chu Youyu turned their heads simultaneously.
Standing at the back door was Saginomiya Shiori. She was still wearing her slim-fit butler’s vest. Having rushed back in a hurry, a few strands of her dark blue hair were damp with sweat, clinging to her porcelain-white cheeks—a picture-perfect image of an “athletic beauty.”
However, at this moment, those amber eyes—usually clear and sharp—were filling with mist at a visible speed. Tears hung precariously at the corners of her eyes, ready to fall.
She watched Su Ruanruan holding a strawberry to Chu Youyu’s lips in an intimate pose. The scene was so harmonious it made her feel like a total outsider.
“I… I want one too!!!”
Shiori, usually the valiant and spirited one who walked with the wind, now seemed to have transformed into a giant, deeply aggrieved Golden Retriever. Heedless of anything else, she threw her arms wide and pounced.
“Eh? Wait, wait! Shiori, calm down—!”
Before Su Ruanruan could pull her hand back, she was knocked off balance by this full-force “tackle.”
With a bang, she fell flat on her back onto the long sofa behind her, letting out a short cry of distress.
Instantly, the situation devolved into a “desperate state” where Su Ruanruan was being squeezed from both sides—
On the left was the bristling, tsundere cat-girl, grinding her little fangs. On the right was the whimpering “big dog” Shiori, nuzzling her head into Ruanruan’s neck.
Su Ruanruan had become a literal “sandwich biscuit,” smothered by two completely different scents until she could barely breathe.
“Feed me! Hurry! Now! Right now!”
Chu Youyu refused to be outdone and crowded in, opening her pink mouth wide, waiting to be fed. The mechanical cat ears on her head vibrated frantically due to her impatience, making a bzzz-bzzz mechanical sound.
“Ruanruan… I want to eat too…”
Shiori looked up, her handsome face stained with tear tracks. Her amber eyes stared pitifully at the remaining strawberries in Ruanruan’s hand, her voice thick with nasal congestion:
“Wuu…”
Looking at the only two strawberries left, then at the two pairs of expectant eyes, Su Ruanruan let out a deep sigh.
“Alright, alright, everyone gets one! Just please stop crushing me…”
Su Ruanruan resigned herself to her fate, raising her hands like a soulless feeding machine.
First, she held a strawberry to Chu Youyu’s lips, coaxing her softly: “Boss, please enjoy.”
“Hmph!”
Chu Youyu huffed through her nose and took a fierce bite of the strawberry, intentionally grazing Su Ruanruan’s fingertip with her sharp little fangs, leaving a shallow, damp tooth mark.
As she chewed, she mumbled a threat:
“I’ll forgive you this once! If you ever dare to feed that black-bellied woman behind my back again… I’ll… awoo awoo…”
Having appeased the powder keg, Su Ruanruan turned to the other side.
Seeing that handsome face so close she could see every eyelash, Su Ruanruan’s heart skipped a beat despite herself. She handed over the last strawberry:
“Shiori, you have one too. Don’t cry anymore, okay?”
“Th-thank you, Ruanruan…”
Shiori’s face turned bright red instantly. All the momentum from her earlier pounce vanished, replaced by extreme shyness.
She leaned in cautiously. Instead of biting directly, she extended the tip of her pink tongue and gently curled away the flesh at the tip of the strawberry. Her movements were as delicate as if she were tasting a rare treasure.
A warm, moist sensation traveled from Ruanruan’s fingertip; she felt a jolt of electricity surge up her spine.
After eating, Shiori covered her burning cheeks with a look of pure bliss. It was as if a non-existent giant tail was wagging frantically behind her, and little flowers were blooming in the background:
“A strawberry fed by Ruanruan’s own hand… hehe.”
Witnessing this, Su Ruanruan slumped powerlessly against the sofa, staring at the ceiling.
— I am the passing divider line —
After the feeding frenzy subsided, Chu Youyu had no intention of letting Su Ruanruan off the hook.
“Listen up, Su Ruanruan!”
To increase her aura, Chu Youyu specifically stepped up onto a sturdy small round stool. Dressed in her pink-and-black Lolita cat-girl outfit, she rested her hands on her slender waist, pointing her folding fan down at the trembling silver-haired girl from her height:
“As the star maid this shop spent a fortune to hire, simply serving plates and smiling like an idiot isn’t enough! You must master the soul skill of a maid—casting the ‘Magic to Make Things Delicious’ on the Omurice!”
“Eh?! D-do I really have to do it?”
Standing below, Su Ruanruan felt her whole world collapsing. Wearing her winter maid outfit with white fur trim, the sheer shame and nervousness caused her legs—tightly wrapped in black tights—to press together uncontrollably in a weak, pigeon-toed stance. She fidgeted anxiously with her crisp white apron, her voice as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz:
“That… that kind of incantation… it’s too embarrassing… people will think I’m an idiot if I do that in this world…”
“Shut up! Do it or I’m docking your pay!”
Chu Youyu snorted coldly. Then, she took a deep breath, and her arrogant, domineering aura switched instantly.
One second she was the bristling little devil boss; the next, her expression melted into a 100% sugar-sweet idol smile. She raised her hands to her cheeks, forming two perfect little hearts. Her black cat tail swayed gently with the rhythm of her body, and her mechanical cat ears flicked in coordination:
“Delicious change-change~♪ Infused with lots of love~♪ Moe Moe~ Kyun! ❤”
That final Wink, complete with a star-eye effect, was a nuclear-level “cute attack.”
“Ugh—!!”
Su Ruanruan clutched her chest, feeling as if a pink arrow had pierced her heart.
“Dazed? You dummy!”
Chu Youyu instantly reverted to her original self, lifting her chin proudly, her face flushed red:
“This is professional maid service! Did you learn? Quick, you try it once!”
“I… I’ll try…”
Su Ruanruan swallowed hard, her mind frantically replaying Youyu’s movements.
She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to crawl into a hole. She awkwardly raised her hands, forming a stiff heart shape.
Because she was so shy, physiological tears gathered at the corners of her eyes; her red pupils grew watery.
Her voice was tiny, carrying a trembling, soft sob:
“Be-become delicious… Delicious… change-change…”
“Moe… Moe… Kyun…?”
The moment she tilted her head and uttered that timid “Kyun”—
Time stood still.
Pffft—
Chu Youyu suddenly covered her nose, feeling the string in her brain labeled “Rationality” snap.