Chapter 9: Pay back~

It was the 10th day since I joined the mansion as a butler. In all honesty, these 10 days went in a flash due to my training to become a proper butler. I was not only taught foreign languages and western culture but also I was getting tutored for high school .

Apparently, I would be going to the same school as Akira which would be in my third year, and since I didn't have studied much in my sophomore my academic studies have became the toughest of all my other classes.

Well, not taking self-defense into account of course. I do not count it in normal classes. It's just another league entirely.

Back to the main topic, since it was a school where the Makinohara princess studies, it was bound to be prestigious. And great prestige requires elite students. Which I never was.

I was average in my school which was far from on the top 10 list of high schools. Now an average student coping with second-year studies and grabbing stuff about the third year too, so I doesn't get cross on my sheet, what could one expect from such a student?

But I was doing my all to remember as much as I could and not let my tutor suffer more than necessary. 

Apart from, Foreign language, Etiquette, self-defense, and academic tutelage I was getting taught dancing, tea brewing, cooking, and even sewing in the process. I mean now I could become a proper househusband without worrying about my wife's complaints.

'Talk about boasting...' Directing a snicker to myself I was walking toward my sewing classes nearly at 6 in the evening when suddenly Minami-san appeared on my back. 

My instincts which she has enlightened inside me, always told me when a person was approaching and from where so I already got turned around when I felt a presence nearing me.

But she wasn't there...

**Tap** 

Tapping on my shoulder I found Minami-san in the direction where I was heading. I stiffly turned around and for God's sake, I saw that middle-aged lady smirking like a kid who just played a successful prank on their elders.

"Good evening Minami-san. It seems I will need more training to feel your approach." I admitted my belief as I knew what kind of monstrous veteran this lady was. 

She can even break ice blocks in two too, you know.

"Evening Fujuwara-kun. Are you heading for your next class?" Even though she was the one who hands me the schedules every morning her habit to confirm things doesn't fade. Or maybe it's a kind of etiquette. I better note it down in my memory panel.

"Yes, Minami-san. You need me for something ?" The head maid of this mansion probably gets more work than several government employees nowadays, so for her to meet me in person and more to it at this hour fell kinda sus.

"Yes, change your clothes and report me at the first level ." My eyes went round before I nodded and went back to my room. The first level meant the first floor and apart from the first day I never went on that floor again as I have heard that except for the base floor the upper two floors are highly restricted for servants to wander.

Some specific cleaners (which changed along with other servants some days ago for some reasons) just go up for cleaning exterior but only that. Inside the room of the young lady, only Minami-san was allowed.

So if I was invited for the first level it must be to meet either Akira or maybe some other secretive business.

I was leaning on the prior option. Well, my baby mind hoped so.

I had 7 pairs of three-piece black and white tuxedo suits which don't get washed but only dry clean. I took out a new freshly cleaned suit which was still inside the cleaner's cover and started changing.

After freshening myself and checking my attire a couple of times I left my room with confidence brimming in my eyes. Well,

I pretended to. Meeting Akira if it's just as I was thinking, was nothing short of nerve-wracking. But I have vowed to not run away like the last time so trying my best was the only thing I could do.

Walking upstairs I found Minami-san standing at the same door she took me to 10 days ago and granted me a reunion, well not an ideal one but yeah it indeed was an unexpected reunion.

"Do what she says and say what she wants. If her mood takes a sour end I will look into your punishment by myself." Minami-san warned me while fixing my bow and hair just like that day. She would probably go mad if I say it, but she acts like a caring mother.

After nodding a couple of times more I entered the mighty room of the might young lady. Again the same sweet and dark smell wafted and overwhelmed my senses just upon stepping across the threshold. Her room curtains have changed as well as her sheets yet the shade was the same. 

Bloody crimson.

I somehow feel sad that such a lively girl who always loved bright colors was now painted in such gloomy shade. Or maybe she had this side always dormant inside of her and I just ignited that side. 

Shrugging my shoulder I walked without letting my shoes clatter on the surface not more than necessary before I presented in front of my young lady.

"I apologize to make you wait, young lady." I planted my palm onto my left chest plate before bowing accurately at a certain angle. 

Akira was looking gorgeous today which I'm able to tell with just a single glance. Her ruby eyes were fixated on me but mine wasn't. In the process of leaning forward, I caught a glimpse of her lower body which was covered only with the end of a shirt.

Huh? Only a shirt?

"Ryu-kun~ It's not Young lady. It should 'my lady' no?" Even though I wasnt looking at her at the moment, I could tell she was tilting her head in questioning.

I mean isn't she too cute?

"I was directed to only regard young lady in that manner only after I start serving as a regular butler." I was about to say that if she wanted then it was alright for me to mention her as 'my lady', but suddenly she leaned forward and grabbed my chin and made me look directly into her eyes.

"So even if I request you won't call me intimately?" Her lips moved in rhythm with her nectar-filled words sending a shiver down my spine. Her face was inches apart from me, the distance where I could trace her facial feature with my minimal eye movement. Her breaths were striking my face, signifying what liquid she has taken. 

Suddenly what becoming breathless means, stuck to my realization before a response naturally formed in my mind.

"Your wish is my command, my lady." A delightful grin formed on her face with her eyes going crescent in elation. She let go of me while nodding contently. I stood back when I realized what I blurted, but what's spoken couldn't be taken back.

"Oh that reminds me Ryu-kun, I needed your help for something." Shooting my head I waited for her to complete her words.

"You see the bottle over there..." She pointed toward a cream shade small container probably of cosmetics that was kept over her dressing case. 

"Get that lotion and apply it on my legs. It's getting awfully dry, you see?" Instinctively my gaze fell on her snow white legs which were flawless from thigh to toe. Since she was only wearing a shirt most of her lower body was in an exposure. And I was sure if I lean forward now I could easily see her panties.

A dry gulp passed my throat as I realized that I indeed have to lean toward her to apply lotion. I wasn't sure whether such a task should be done by a man even if the said man is a butler. Or maybe she doesnt see me as a man at all.

Such thought helped me calm my nerves as after a nod I moved my feet to my left and fetched the lotion. I took a glance at Akira and her expression displayed delightment?

When I came inside her room, she was busily working on her system, but now she was leisurely waiting for me to serve her. I mean if she would have continued working my task would have become a lot easier.

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But again, not everything goes as one wants it to be.

I tried to remain poker-faced as I knelt just before her and stared at her long healthy legs which were so smooth and alluring that I would be more than happy to make it my pillow or maybe plushie too.

Taking my eyes off, I cracked open the lotion top and poured the sticky content on top of my palm. Akira, maybe to give me an easy pass freed her overlapped legs and extended one of them slightly toward me. 

But such a graceful approach was far more destructive for me. With a slight tilt of my head and I would be able to see the cloth which covers her most private part.

Suddenly turning into a Daoist, I gave myself a high command to only look at the place where my hands were. A slight miscalculation and I might end up in a cell tomorrow. Who knows?

I dipped my joined index and middle finger in the lotion of the other hand and after covering them, I started marking distinct places on her leg. After most of the content was marked on the portion below her knees I started massaging her.

"Ahn~" A Daoist could ignore such moans willingly, but for God's fuckin sake, a wannabe Daoist would not.  I inhaled deeply and continued applying lotion on her extra creamy smooth leg with a gentle hand.

Her skin was so soft and fluffy that I feared leaving a mark if I was to apply slight pressure.

After painting her lower leg without much commotion if I didn't count that moan, I again poured down the bottle content on my palm to move toward the other leg, but Akira had other plans.

"Ryu-kun~ My thighs feel lonely. Do something about it." Yeah, let my beast get free and I would slurp it down in one go.

I didn't know what she was thinking anymore or whether she was testing me, I nodded and after turning my body slightly I moved to my knees forward.

Now imagine, a healthy young man stuck in between two gracious legs of a charming bishojou, what could probably happen?

Yes, I was getting hard.

Nevertheless, I kept my poker face even though I knew my face wasn't burning anymore but it had become an inferno itself.

Planting my palm just over her knee I started kneading her flesh. Her skin was glittering as my hand massaged her with a heat sending back countless stimulations. My breathing was unsteady as I focused my eyes on my hand but not on her leg, however, I wasn't a machine whose subconscious mind would listen to my command. Unintentionally my eyes always turned toward the dark shade in between her legs which were shadowed because of her white shirt.

I was really in a mess.

Somehow I was managing things to a decent extent and would have moved toward her next leg until she didn't have informed a certain thing.

"By the way Ryu~ Except for my shirt I don't have a single piece of fabric on my body at the moment, you know what I mean right?"

"...Eh?"

My mind went numb with my hand which was just on the threshold of reaching her upper thigh, dead steel at its spot. I finally dared to look at her with my mouth agape and disbelief painted all over my face.

"Fufu~ That's what I wanted to see~ Yes, the helpless Ryuka is everything I can ask for." She suddenly lifted her leg and wrapped it around my neck. By now I was able to smell the sweet and musky smell of something I haven't been introduced to until now. Until she didn't have spoken about her current appearance I never noticed it but now I couldn't ignore it either.

I was just staring at her with a complete lack of words.  I just didn't know why she was doing all this...why she was behaving like this...

"You wanna know why I am doing such indecent thing with you, Ryu~" Without me answering she continued.

"Well, this is the way of my punishment. Remember how you threw me away once and enjoyed my helpless expressions, I am just paying back it to you. The way I desperately sought out for you and you always turned blindfold entirely of my presence, aah~ I wanna do all those things to you too~" Giggling she brought my face closer to her pelvic region but I was in no sense to mind that thing. My mind was already in turmoil because of her words and the memories she helped me to recall.

"I wanna do all of those things. Those painful days, those agonizing moments, those mind-breaking events, I wanna return all of them. And you Ryu-kun~..." Saying, she let go of her hold on me, and after leaning forward held my hair roughly to align our eyes before a dangerous whisper left her lips.

"You can't run away from me not now not ever~ I gave you chance but you didn't take it. So now don't blame me for being a bitch, okay? "

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After leaving Akira's room I never spoke a single syllable. More like I wasn't able to. Her words, her expression, and her agitation were occupying my consciousness so I just went with the flow and joined Minami-san in the physical training nearly at 8.30.

The training was much better than the first day as my techniques have taken a decent shape and after the first day, I feel Minami-san was also holding back. Maybe she was pitying me, but I was thankful for her thoughtfulness.

After getting bruised at some spots I finally got done with the training at 10. Sitting still in my martial art uniform I was sipping refreshments with my gaze fixed aimlessly.

Akira's words just weren't letting me think anything else. 

"You seem low today. Did something happen with the young lady?" Without me telling it was sure who asked me such thing.

"Minami-san, can I ask you something ?" Without turning my head I asked the only person I feel close to Akira on this date now.

"Hmm?" Humming she took a seat on the dojo mat beside me.

"Where is Akira?" My word held some disguised meaning which might have confused her but as expected of such a veteran maid and mature woman, she understood me entirely.

"She is in there. Just hiding herself so someone again doesn't hurt her." I turned my head with a drop of tear at the corner of my eyes as my mind finally wasn't able to keep up with my emotions anymore.

"Tell me Minami-san. How can I bring the real Akira back? How can I make her smile like those times? What can I do? Please help me." I heartfully extended my request but suddenly Minami-san's expression took an ugly turn.

"Did you ask me for help when you were pushing the real young lady, into the state she is now?" I parted my lips but nothing came out. In the end, she was correct it wasn't her place to tell me what can I do.

"As I said she is there and waiting for 'someone' to approach her as he did 5 years ago. She wants to be free but not until certain someone takes responsibility. So Fujiwara-kun, I want to rephrase your question." Turning toward me she held my hand in a rigid grip before her lips let go of a question which I wasn't able to figure up until now.

"How will you bring the real Akira back?"

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A/N: Kiss her violently and present your love, that's it. JK. Akira is much more twisted than Ryuka has seen so it will take time for them to establish their relationship.

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