Calling me Master

"Fumino-chan, do you know what a maid's way is?"

Asumi approached Furuhashi's ear and said softly.

"The way of a maid…" Furuhashi pressed down on her skirt with her hand and said doubtfully, "Master always comes first?"

"Fumino-chan's consciousness is very high."

Asumi raised her hand to cover her mouth, "Fumino-chan's future master is very lucky."

"W-what!" Furuhashi blushed and hurriedly said, "I just saw such a line on the Internet by chance, and it has nothing to do with consciousness!"

"In other words, Fumino-chan has never been someone else's maid before?"

"Of course not!"

"Very good." Asumi showed a faint smile on his face, and waved his hand to announce, "Furthermore, Kouhai-kun will be your first Master."

Furuhashi: "..."

"Don't be nervous Fumino-chan, the maid's way in the cafe is actually very simple."

Asumi shared her experience as a senior, "As long as it's cute, it's fine even if he's a Trap!"

"Eh?"

Furuhashi opened his eyes wide and was surprised, "Trap?"

"Just a boy with no..."

"Asumi-senpai, don't say those words!"

"What is the difference? 16 is the age to get married."

Asumi was obviously petite like a junior high school student, but her personality was very bold, she was definitely a little devil, now she raised her hand to cover her mouth, smiling happily, "I happened to be in a coffee shop before, There was a role-playing service in it, like Tsundere Maid, Cute Maid, and Black Maid, among them are Trap maids, and they are very popular."

"I hear." Asumi stretched out his finger and said earnestly, "At least 3 out of 10 boys have experience wearing women's clothes, and Kouhai-kun is probably one of them."

Furuhashi looked at Naoki absentmindedly, and subconsciously crossed his mind that Naoki was working part-time in a maid outfit, he hurriedly shook his head: "I don't know anything about that!"

"Hurry up and practice." Asumi gently wiggled her finger, "Boys are weak creatures whose faces turn red, heart beats faster, and breathes fast when he hears a girl call him Master. Fumino-chan is so cute, you must be very popular."

Furuhashi subconsciously replied, "Asakawa-san won't do this."

"You can find out by experimenting." Asumi closed one eye, "Fumino-chan, pay close attention and study hard."

Under Furuhashi's tutelage, Asumi walked over to Naoki.

"Master~"

As soon as Asumi opened his mouth, Furuhashi shivered slightly.

Very cute.

Too sweet.

Asumi-senpai who liked to prank and bully people in the library, and smiled evilly from time to time, could actually make cute and sweet coquettish sounds… Not to mention boys, even girls blushed when they heard that.

"Master~ Fairy Maid Asumi-chan is here to serve you." Asumi put his hands behind his back, leaned slightly forward towards Naoki, and said with a sigh of relief, "You can ask me if you need anything."

"Too close."

"Eh?"

"You are too close to me." Naoki's face was calm, there was no blush and no heartbeat at all, his eyes were erratic, and he seemed to be laughing non-stop, but he was a little disgusted, "The smell of shampoo and bath soap smells."

Asumi: "..."

Damn, so evil! This Kouhai-kun is definitely not giving face! Even if you don't know what to do, at least blush a little!

"Master's sense of smell is very strong." Asumi smiled dangerously.

"I said you were too close." Naoki crossed his arms and ordered, "Two omelettes and two oolong teas, hurry up."

"Ha, Kouhai-kun, are you really ordering me?"

Naoki instructed: "Call me Master."

Asumi: "..."

Furuhashi stood beside her to study the experience, but of course she didn't learn anything, so she followed the annoyed Asumi to get an omelet. After returning, she asked curiously, "Why would Asakawa-san want two?"

Could it be that Asakawa-san is a big eater?

No, when we had lunch together that afternoon, our food intake was clearly normal.

"Because you haven't eaten." Naoki said.

"Eh?"

Furuhashi was dumbfounded, his face quickly turned red and his heart beat suddenly quickened, "Asakawa-san… This is for me?"

"When you work on an empty stomach, your resistance will decrease." Naoki said the reason. "If your resistance decreases, you may catch a cold again, and then you will be dragged to the pharmacy again…"

"Ugh-"

Furuhashi puffed out his cheeks and turned into a beast, "Give me back my good impression, evil-hearted Asakawa-san!"

Omelette served quickly.

"Master, what do you want Asumi-chan to draw?"

Asumi held the soy sauce in her hand and asked sweetly, but she was quite dedicated.

"I don't need anything, I'll eat it in one bite." Naoki was telling the truth, criticizing the formalism, "No matter what you paint, the sauce tastes the same, right?"

"That can't be done, it's the maid's job to draw." Asumi had small veins on his forehead, "So cold Kouhai-kun, you should be treated well."

As she spoke, she drew a syringe pattern on an omelet with ketchup.

Naoki said expressionlessly, "Call me Master."

"No way, I can't control my fist anymore." Asumi raised her hand to cover her forehead and said, "Fumino-cha the last magic is left to you."

"Eh?" Furuhashi suddenly panicked, "I can't do it."

"Hurry up." Asumi urged, "If you don't use Kouhai-kun as your training object, why don't you want to give it to another guest?"

(That's outrageous.)

(It's just a part time job as a maid, no one will care about this kind of thing the first time!)

(But...after all, I have to practice, and I can't cause trouble to other people...)

Furuhashi walked in front of Naoki, blushed and looked away, then stretched out his hand to show his heart to the omelette, the embarrassment in his voice clearly overflowing, "Delicious magic... Get better..."

What magic!

Whether it tastes good or not is to the chef's credit. Your formalism isn't even the icing on the cake. Otherwise, it will waste too much time and cause the taste of the dish to deteriorate!

"Asakawa-san..."

"Call Master." Asumi reminded beside it.

"M-Master..."

Furuhashi faltered, his face turned red, and his mouth turned into a wavy line, "Please eat!"

"Thank you for your hard work."

Naoki took a mouthful of omelet rice, sweet and sour tomato sauce spread on the tip of his tongue, looked at it and then pointed across the table, "You too, quickly finish your part-time job."

...

Next is work time.

It had to be said that humans were highly adaptable. Furuhashi quickly adapted to the job of a maid from the initial panic, to the ease at the back. Coupled with a good voice, a sweet smile, and literary qualities as well as a girl, her popularity value is increasing rapidly, and it can't be stopped at all.

In contrast, Naoki was much calmer, sitting alone in a corner to study quietly, no one bothered him, and he didn't hear anything outside the window.

...

It was 9 pm.

The maid cafe job is finally over.