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Chapter 4: Two More
"Are you sure, Miyuki-sama? Only I am capable of using that knife at will," Eijun warned with a deadpan tone.
The bespectacled man lips curled in cockiness. "Stop sputtering nonsense, fool. You're a guy and you can cook. I will never allow you to surpass me in culinary–"
CHOP!
The younger brunette at first made no reaction as his master had nearly severed his own finger. Small amounts of blood spilled onto the kitchen counter.
Miyuki slightly winced. "Fuck…"
Eijun walked up to his owner and examined his finger. Slowly, he put it into his mouth, the blood staining his bottom lip as he sucked on it. "You're quite lucky that it was just a scratch."
Miyuki smirked as his servant continued to suck on his finger seductively. At least that's what he perceived it to look like. He resisted the urge to undress him and kiss Eijun senseless. "Just get me a first aid kit and I'll handle it myself."
"Master, I'm afraid I cannot let you tend to your injury alone. You might make it worse–"
SLAP!
"Mind your tongue, bitch!" the hazel eyed man yelled. "Don't you dare talk back to me like that or else I will give you the harshest night you've EVER had! Bring me the damn first aid kit and leave."
Eijun bowed, the sting of his slap numbing his cheek. But he was accustomed to it. He couldn't escape the reality that he would never be able to leave Miyuki's side, no matter what the situation was. At least it was worth it. "… Certainly."
"Youichi-sama!" Haruichi Kominato squealed as he heard the front door to the mansion open. He ran down the steps from the second floor and bear-hugged his master. "I've missed you!"
Kuramochi sighed as he ruffled his servant's silky hair lovingly. "Haruichi, what did I tell you about running down the stairs like that? You might fall."
The pinkette pouted, tilting his head upwards to meet tired emerald eyes. "But you've been gone for two days! If you had sex with Miyuki-san's maid, I'll kill you! Anyways, do you know how hard it was to not hear your constant shouting in the arcade room? Plus, I wanted you inside me." He blushed lightly.
The former shortstop sweat-dropped. "Wow, I can't believe you said that so… straight out. Plus, I didn't play around with Kazuya's new bitch." Lies. "Someone's eager to have me fuck them; aren't I right?"
Haruichi turned florid, fidgeting with the hem of his white and black maid's dress. "Well… y-you didn't have to s-say it like t-that. It's embarrassing!"
"Hyaha!" Kuramochi laughed before yawning. He removed his green tie and tossed it on the ground along with his coat, suit and shoes. Licking his lips, he sprinted up the stairs to the chandelier-invaded second floor and stuck his tongue out at Haruichi. "Ya, catch me if you can! Touch me and you'll get a fucking you will never forget!"
The servant whined under his breath before gathering the forgotten articles of clothes, running after his master. "Youichi-sama, that's not fair! You already got a head start! Mou~"
Miyuki laid on his bed and twirled his bandaged finger around as Eijun stood in front of him, stripping. The mastermind's hazel eyes glistened with lust as he took notice of the fading hickeys and red marks that evaded the brunette's body. 'He's so fragile,' he thought.
"Miyuki-sama," Eijun said, snapping the elder out of his train of thought. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
The bespectacled man blinked twice, then ran a hand through his hair. "Uh… Fuck, I just lost my mood for sex. You can go now, I guess. Damn it!"
"Certainly, master."
A certain blondie growled in frustration, struggling to reach a bottle of red wine. Which was on the top shelf. "This is what I get for being short! Shit!"
Haruichi quietly laughed as he set down his shopping basket and walked over to the blonde. "Do you need any help? You seem to be having trouble."
The shorty folded his arms. "Why do I think you're making fun of me? Anyways, you're small also. How could you possibly–"
Haruichi bent down and motioned for the teen to climb on his back. "Here, I'll give you a lift. People like us work better together against tall things."
Reluctant at first, the blondie allowed the pinkette to hoist him up and balance him on his shoulders. Carefully reaching out, he grabbed the wine and jumped down. The men around stopped what they were doing and began to stare in awe as his blue maid's dress flew up a bit, exposing his feminine underwear. "T-Thanks," the shorty said, rolling his eyes. "Though I would've managed fine without you."
"Yeah right," Haruichi said. "You're welcome. What's your name? I'm Kominato Haruichi."
"… Narumiya. Narumiya Mei."
"Nice to meet you. See you around soon!" the pinkette swooped his basket and ran to another aisle.
Mei huffed as he strutted to the cash register. "Don't worry. I'll get taller one day, then we'll see who's gonna be laughing."
Got writer's block again. So much fun, isn't it? Besides that, I got Eijun's personality from this Japanese drama called "I'm Mita, Your Housekeeper." It's awesome, trust me. Mita will do anything her master says. Anything. And she can't smile, ever, bec– wait, I'm not gonna spoil that. It's on Crunchyroll if you want to check it out. IT'S AWESOME!