What? First thing in the morning, Yazuki had planned to cuddle that adorable little creature, only to be told by Yukino that he was too late.
The little cutie named Kanna had already been picked up half an hour earlier—by a blonde woman. Yukino didn't feel the need to explain in detail; apparently, she was someone Kanna knew.
Also, Yukino seemed kind of shaken by the person who came to pick Kanna up. Why? What was so shocking?
Sigh… Yazuki had actually managed to get up early—despite being the type who was never on time—just to catch a moment with that soft and fluffy creature, but he still missed out. Encounters like that were rare.
In the next moment, he was met with Yukino's sharp, disdainful gaze, as if to say, "What's with that face full of pervy regret?"
"Lolicon?"
She said it—her voice was flat to the extreme, her eyes full of contempt.
She instantly increased their distance from one meter to three, as if she feared being contaminated by his perverted aura.
This left Yazuki a bit puzzled.
Yukino's sudden change in attitude seemed like she had just made some kind of horrifying realization.
"Master, over here~"
A reminder from Ikaros, pointing at his nose. Nose? He touched it—ah, a drop of red liquid.
So that's the reason.
Why again with the red liquid? Simple.
Yazuki had a hard time getting up in the morning. But today, something had jolted him awake. Something… stimulating.
Sure, he had set an alarm to wake him up, but alarms never worked on him. Still, thanks to the alarm, he was in that half-asleep, half-awake state when it happened.
He felt warm, soft, silky skin pressed intimately against him, almost suctioning onto his own.
A fragrant scent lingered in the air.
Then, the body that had been pressed against him lifted slightly with elegant hands, positioning itself as if to pin him down. In his blurry vision, he saw a beautiful silhouette leaning in close.
Soft, slightly damp, and cool lips touched his own.
And then… something slipped inside.
He froze. Not fully awake, his mind immediately jumped to a past traumatic experience where an older woman had forced herself on him. Was this a nightmare? Was that old lady invading his dreams again?
No way. He couldn't be the passive one this time. He flipped her over and took the lead—still keeping their lips locked.
But just as he expected to see a flustered and embarrassed teacher beneath him… he saw a calm, slightly puzzled face.
It wasn't the old teacher—it was Ikaros. The dazzlingly beautiful angel with nothing to hide.
His human instincts had made him lose control, but her pure, emerald-green eyes snapped him back to reality.
Why did this happen?
Because Ikaros had read a book titled "The Art of Being a Maid" and was trying to mimic how maids serve their masters.
Sure, Yazuki had fantasized about this kind of over-the-top manga scenario before, but having it happen in real life—especially with someone as innocent as Ikaros—was too much.
Fortunately, it hadn't escalated into anything worse.
He had to burn the treasured book he had collected. He even banned Ikaros from copying anything from it again, telling her it was wrong.
It was… complicated. A bit disappointing, too. Humans really are such hypocritical creatures.
The result of that intense moment? His blood pressure spiked so much that it came out of his nose.
Looks like he'll need to invite Teacher Megumi a few more times to teach Ikaros about basic common sense.
Right now, Ikaros was wearing a light pink one-piece dress with a soft yellow cardigan. Though she didn't carry that sorrowful fallen-angel beauty, her "adorable neighbor girl" vibe was just as charming.
If she could wear a high school uniform later on... Just imagining it was almost a crime.
Her slender legs were mesmerizing enough exposed, but pair them with black thigh-highs or tights, and they'd truly become a world-class work of art.
(T/N: Ahhh sheyt, I almost got cultisized by the chinese thigh and foot supremacy. And is cultisized even a word?!)
Nope—he had to stop thinking. He was going to faint from blood loss.
Speaking of last night, he had uploaded that super healing (or maybe mentally scarring) magical girl video. He wondered how the response was.
He picked up his phone. Surprisingly, Eriri hadn't called to harass him. Did she not see it?
Wait... right, he had blocked her.
No wonder.
Just as he was about to unblock her, a loud truck horn pierced the air. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yukino about ten meters ahead, frozen in panic.
An out-of-control truck was barreling straight at her.
Yazuki immediately sprinted forward. No good—his human body couldn't make it in time.
"Ikaros!"
"Understood, Master!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Ikaros launched forward with speed far beyond what any human could achieve.
Actually, even before he finished his command, Ikaros had been glancing between him and Yukino, clearly aware of the danger but waiting for his permission.
"BANG—!"
The truck swerved onto the sidewalk, smashing into a wall and halting after collapsing part of it.
Yukino's icy blue eyes widened in shock. Just moments ago, she had been walking along a quiet sidewalk, and now, a truck had nearly killed her.
At the last second, someone had swept her up in a princess carry, leaping out of the truck's path.
"Are you alright?"
The voice was calm, yet beautiful—like that of an angel. Yukino realized the one who saved her was that so-called distant relative of Yazuki's—Ikaros.
Unbelievable. She had seemed so delicate, and yet her physical ability far surpassed that of any national athlete.
"Mm."
She could only nod, still stunned.
"Master."
"Huh?"
Yazuki, who had just caught up, was surprised when Ikaros shoved Yukino into his arms—in a princess carry.
Couldn't she have just put her down normally?
Then he understood.
Ikaros probably thought Yukino would be safest in his arms, or perhaps, having caught something on his command, she instinctively handed it over to him.
"I can—"
Yukino started to speak softly, but Yazuki, knowing what she was going to say, released her mid-sentence.
So the uninjured Yukino fell flat on her butt. Her expression was a mix of pain and silent resentment.
Come to think of it, wasn't this the second time she had almost been hit by a truck?
Something about this felt… off.
(Truck-kun might be fuming right now XD.)