Unique highschool life

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Joke aside he looks at the beauty in front of him.

Shijo quickly set his thoughts aside, reminding himself that he had changed. "I like milfs, but she's married and has a happy family. It's not like I'm the same as before. I have morals now," he reassured himself.

The woman gasped in surprise. "Honey, our Yuuki brought friends! Come out!" she shouted.

Looking at both Shijo and Kyoutarou, she greeted them warmly. "Hello, I am Yuuki's mother, Makito Izumi," she said, sitting in a seiza position. "Nice to have you over at our house. Please, come inside."

Hearing her offer, Shijo wanted to enter, but he received a message. Taking out his phone, he saw it was from Alex, stating that the girl in his house had regained consciousness and was really angry, prompting the maid to contact him.

"Sorry, madam, but I need to go home now, and I also have to drop him off too," Shijo said apologetically.

"Is that so?" Makito sighed. "Then be sure to visit us again."

"We will," Shijo replied, while Kyoutarou remained quiet as usual.

"See you tomorrow, Izumi," Shijo said as he and Kyoutarou bowed slightly and headed out.

As both of them walked off and the door closed, Akisada came downstairs. "Where are Yuuki's friends you mentioned?" he asked, looking around.

With a slightly disappointed look, Makito sighed. "They left. It seems they had some urgent work."

She then looked at her son. "Yuuki, be sure to bring them next time for dinner."

"Okay, Mom," Yuuki replied and went to his room to change.

Makito smiled, thinking about Yuuki's future. "Our son is changing for the better, right? Making two new friends already."

"Yes," Akisada replied. He was a man of few words, but he also felt happy about his son's future.

Both of them had been worried because Yuuki started school late due to an accident, but now they felt relieved.

Outside Izumi's household, Shijo suggested to Kyoutarou, "Kyoutarou, I have some urgent matters to attend to, so I'll be heading out. But don't worry, Alex will drive you home. My ride will be here in a second."

"Ok..." Kyoutarou said, feeling really uncomfortable. Being a loner, he was not used to being around people he didn't know, but he guessed Shijo might have some urgent work, so he agreed to be sent off alone.

As Kyoutarou left with Alex, a new car emerged and stopped near Shijo. He opened the door and entered, saying, "To my new house," and the driver drove off.

As Alex reached Kyoutarou's house, he parked the car, and Kyoutarou got out. He walked over to the driver's side and thanked Alex, "Thank you for driving me home, Alex Ojisan."

"Haha, don't mention it, kid. I'm just doing my job," Alex said with a warm smile as he lowered the side mirror. "Take care. I'll be going now." With that, Alex drove off.

Kyoutarou watched the car as it drove away, letting out a sigh. "Today was hard," he muttered to himself, feeling the weight of the day finally catching up to him.

As Kyoutarou turned to open his house door, it suddenly swung open with force, nearly hitting him. His sister stood there, glaring at him. "Kyou-chan, who was that rich guy that sent you off?" she demanded, her eyes blazing with curiosity.

Kyoutarou blinked in surprise. "How do you know he's rich?" he asked, wondering what his sister was thinking.

"Haah, how can't you tell? Look at this car," she said, pointing to her phone, which displayed the car's model and cost.

She had seen Kyoutarou getting out of the car earlier, and her curiosity had led her to take a photo and search for it on the internet.

"19,27,33,971.20 Japanese Yen," she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "It could literally buy our house, including us!"

Kyoutarou's jaw dropped. "That much? I didn't even realize. He was just a driver for a... classmate," he explained, still processing the information.

"The picture says it's a Rolls-Royce Phantom," he pointed out, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Driver? Classmate?" she sighed, her earlier excitement fading. "I thought that man driving was the owner..." She had briefly considered trying her luck if the driver was the owner, but knowing it was just a classmate's driver dashed that idea. As a college student, she wasn't about to target a classmate of her younger brother, a first-year student.

"Sigh, come inside, Kyo-chan. I already made dinner," she said, stepping aside to let him in. As they walked to the kitchen, she silently lamented the dashed hope of finding a sugar daddy but resolved not to give up on finding a reliable boyfriend, even if it took time.

Kyoutarou followed her in, the scent of home-cooked food making him realize just how hungry he was. "Thanks, sis. Today has been... something else."

She nodded, setting the table. "I can tell. Just remember, if you ever do get mixed up with rich classmates again, keep me in the loop," she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Kyoutarou embarassed, he shrugged and changed the topic. ".... Ok. Let's eat."

They sat down and began to eat, the warmth of the meal and their shared conversation gradually easing the day's tension.

A car parked in front of a newly bought house. From the car emerged a young man in his school uniform, his hair a striking mix of black and white. He had an oval-shaped face, with glasses framing his blue eyes and white eyebrows.

He walked into the house and found the maid he had spoken with earlier, Rin. "What is she doing now?" he asked.

"Aki-sama, Miss Misaki is currently in bed. My coworker is trying to convince her to eat, but she hasn't had anything yet. Just as you instructed, I haven't met with her," Rin replied.

Aki didn't respond immediately. He nodded at Rin and said, "When I call for you, you can come in." With that, he headed towards Misaki's room.

As he approached, the sound of sobbing grew louder with each step.

Aki felt conflicted; he sympathized with Misaki's situation but didn't feel guilty, remembering the actions of the previous Shijo. So his head is rock solid in the matters of his gain and profit.

Near the door, he hesitated before speaking softly, "Misa, can I come in?" The sobbing ceased, replaced by silence without any response.

Taking this as consent, he opened the door and entered. Inside, he found Misaki huddled on the bed, her arms wrapped around her knees, leaning against the wall.

Next to her, untouched, was a bowl of porridge intended to feed her.

He sighed heavily and approached her, holding the bowl of porridge. Sitting down beside her on the bed, he attempted to gently feed her, saying, "You need to eat something or you won't recover."

As Aki's hand extended towards her, Misaki looked up, her eyes weary from illness and crying, dark circles underlining her fatigue. She bravely swatted the approaching spoon away, pushing it far from her with trembling hands. "What? Are you pitying me or are you just pretending to be nice?" she cried out in frustration.

Shocked and puzzled, Aki's eyes widened as he asked, "What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb! I trusted a man a second time, and you turned out just like him," she retorted bitterly, tears flowing as memories of her father, who had abandoned their family, flooded her mind. Misaki now harbored a deep distrust of men, feeling betrayed once again when she had begun to trust.

"Misa," Aki whispered her name softly, puzzled by her outburst.

"Don't call my name with that mouth of yours," she shouted back, her voice raw with emotion.

"I want to go home," she continued, hiccuping between words, overwhelmed by the day's events and exacerbated by her fever.

Aki reached out to comfort her, but before he could speak, Misaki's hand struck his face with a sharp slap. Stunned, Aki recoiled, his expression shifting from concern to a mix of hurt and a disturbing anger that briefly flashed across his face.

Though he had anticipated some form of retribution, experiencing it firsthand brought a wave of conflicting emotions. His mother had never raised a hand against him, and being struck by someone stirred deep turmoil within him. For a moment, he felt a surge of rage, but he quickly suppressed it, knowing he deserved her anger for manipulating her emotions.

Seeing Aki's pained expression, Misaki shivered, realizing the impact of her actions. She didn't want to die here, not now. Thoughts of her sick mother and young sister at home rushed through her mind, urging her to live for their sake. Despite her weakness, she attempted to rise and flee, but her feverish body betrayed her, causing her to stumble just short of the door.

"I cannot die here," she muttered desperately, frustration evident in her voice. "I can't leave them... my weak body..." she cursed softly, her resolve wavering.

Misaki knew Aki's influence well; she understood that if he wished, he could orchestrate almost anything. As she remembers. memories flooded back, replaying every moment leading up to this point.

Some hours ago

As her fever peaked and her classmates discovered her job as a maid, they began harassing her. Exhausted and overwhelmed, Misaki fainted, but her mind remained alert, aware of everything happening around her.

Her body fell against someone, and she recognized the voice immediately—it was Aki Shijo, the person she had been thinking about for a while.

"Rest well," he whispered into her ear, his tone changing from concern to command. "Can you let go of her hand?"

Misaki didn't understand why, but she sensed fear in the three boys' voices. "Who... who are you?" one of them stammered.

"I am her master," Aki declared, surprising Misaki. "My master," she thought, bewildered by his words.

Suddenly, more people gathered around them. Aki instructed them calmly, "Take them, just a little lesson."

Misaki let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. I was worried about them," she thought, though she felt a pang of shame as Aki carried her bridal style.

Sensing that she was safe with him, she lost consciousness and drifted into a deep sleep.

As she regained consciousness, Misaki was overwhelmed by a pounding headache. "Where am I?" she groaned softly, rubbing her head. Blinking through bleary eyes, she surveyed her surroundings, initially feeling anxious but quickly calming herself. "It must be his house," she reasoned optimistically, recalling that she hadn't disclosed her own address to him, so he must have brought her here.

Her thoughts turned practical as she searched for her phone, only to realize she had left it at the cafe. "Sigh, I need to go to the restroom," she muttered, starting to climb out of bed, then noticed her maid uniform hanging on the wall. "My dress?" she questioned, glancing down and realizing she was wearing a furry yellow nightdress. "What the..." Her initial frustration tempered as she considered that Aki might have helped her change for her comfort, but the idea still made her uncomfortable, a man changing her.

Gathering resolve, she clenched her fists. "Even if he helped me change, it's inappropriate," she resolved silently, preparing to give him a piece of her mind. With fire in her eyes and a forced smile on her face, she turned to look at the bed.

Her heart sank as the color drained from her face. Cold sweat trickled down her back as she noticed blood on the white sheets, near where she had slept. Stumbling to the spot, she dropped to her knees, murmuring, "No... no, this can't be happening."

Losing her trust in him, she tried to storm out, but she struggled to move. As she reached the door, she attempted to unlock it but failed; it was locked. She shouted angrily, "Shijo Shinjo, open the door!" There was no response. Frustrated, she banged on the door forcefully.

But due to her weak body and overthinking, she fainted.

Noticing the lack of activity, Ren glanced at her coworker Sely and urged her to check on Misaki.

"Okay, okay," Sely agreed reluctantly. Shijo had instructed Rin not to meet with Misaki, so Sely had to do it.

She unlocked the door and found Misaki lying on the ground. "Miss," she exclaimed, noticing Misaki barely conscious and unable to move.

Sely helped her to the bed. "Stay here, Miss. I'll call, Master and bring some food," she said, then left. But she still made sure to lock the door behind her.

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