A Story About a Blonde Gal Angel Who Excessively Praises My Cooking. After Asking Me to Teach Her How to Cook, Feelings of Mutual Love Began to Grow - Chapter 124-125

Chapter 124: Going to the Maid Cafe (3)

“M-Maid, do I really have to go?…It’s really embarrassing, and I feel so exposed…”

“You’ll be fine, Momo-chan! You look adorable!”

“That’s not the point!”

With the maid pushing her from behind, Maid Amatsuka and Maid Momohara came over to sit with me and Kurose.

According to Kurose, the maid uniforms at this cafe fall under what’s called the “classical type.”

I think the idea of a classical type can vary depending on the person, but it’s the kind of maid uniform that feels the most wholesome. That’s the best way to describe it.

The skirt is long, and the only exposed skin is the face and hands—a very modest look.

For us high schoolers running a maid cafe, this classical type seems the most appropriate.

Apparently, there are also Victorian, Edwardian, and garçonne looks, among others. There are so many different types of maids that the more you research, the more complex and confusing it gets.

“My lady, sir, what do you think? Aren’t the two of them simply adorable? …I almost want to take them home…Heheh.”

Hey, Maid, you’re letting your real thoughts slip…Be careful. You’re just a step or two away from crossing the line.

That said, both of them really were cute.

Especially Amatsuka, with her long blonde hair and fair skin, she really gave off the vibe of a foreign maid. She was all energetic earlier, but now she seemed a little embarrassed to be seen by her classmates, blushing shyly.

Please stop glancing at me like that. You’re too cute, damn it…

Momohara, on the other hand, was even more embarrassed, trembling with her head down and her ears completely red.

Since Momohara is actually a guy, he has no chest, and wearing the maid uniform seems to be pushing him to his limit with the feeling of shame—it’s kind of intense.

Momohara’s broad shoulders should give him away as a guy, but the soft, ruffled shoulder straps of the apron disguise it, so it doesn’t seem out of place at all.

Honestly, he looks just as much like a girl as Naoto does when he cross-dresses.

“You two look so cute. Can I take a picture?”

“A-Are you really going to take one?!”

“You need this for your reference materials, right, my lady with the black hair? In that case, I shall be happy to take the photo for you. Heheh.”

The whole thing turned into a photo shoot, and the maids were way too into it.

On top of that, more maids started joining in, and the whole thing turned into a cosplay photo session.

Aren’t these other maids supposed to be working? Is this cafe really okay?

“…Motobu-san, aren’t you going to say something to Amatsuka-san?…”

Kurose whispered to me quietly.

“I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say.”

Of course, if I were to give my honest opinion, it’s that she looks really cute.

After all, the girl I admire is wearing a maid outfit.

Of course she looks cute, and I’m happy to see her.

But it’s not like anything would change just because I said something. Comments like that should be reserved for the cool, popular guys at the top of the social hierarchy.

“…Also, Kurose-san, you seem to understand clothing pretty well now.”

“Well, I’ve been learning a lot from Amatsuka-san.”

Kurose said she’s still studying.

But I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of discomfort about Kurose.

It’s weird for me to say this about myself, but Kurose is fond of me (though it’s really just an unhealthy obsession with my cooking).

She’s even tried to win me over with stunts like wearing nothing but an apron, so why is she now telling me to compliment Amatsuka?

“Kurose-san, you seem to have gotten pretty close with Amatsuka-san.”

“We’re friends.”

“I see. That’s good to hear.”

Kurose seemed like a normal girl at that moment.

Seeing her a little embarrassed reassured me.

Before, she didn’t seem very interested in people, and she didn’t have any feminine tastes like fashion.

But now, Kurose was starting to seem a bit more like a regular girl.

Of course, as a guy, I’ll never fully understand the kind of friendships between girls.

Living with my younger sister and cousin has taught me that much.

But from what I could see, Kurose and Amatsuka’s friendship looked healthy and normal.

That made me feel really at ease.

“Hahh♡…Hahh♡…But still, what do you think of a maid uniform on our black-haired young lady? I think she’d look really cute in one.”

“Touka-chan, you should wear one too!”

“Motobu-kun, Motobu-kun, why am I the only one wearing this? You should wear one too!”

“No thanks, I’ll pass. It’s a matter of supply and demand.”

“Don’t worry, sir. I’ll do your makeup as well. Hahh♡ Hahh♡. A whole new world awaits you!♡”

“I’m fine, really! I’d rather stay a regular high school guy!”

In the end, Kurose was reluctantly forced into a maid outfit, blushing as she got dragged into the photo shoot.

I watched all this unfold while sipping my coffee.

Later, we reheat the food once things calmed down, and we all ate together.

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Chapter 125: Tomitsugu-senpai’s Perception

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Tomitsugu-senpai and I ate our lunch in silence. The summer heat had completely disappeared, and it was slightly chilly. Why were we sitting outside on the walkway, eating lunch by choice?

“Oh, by the way, have I told you about what our class is doing for the school festival?”

“No, I haven’t heard.”

“Our class decided on a maid café.”

“…Oh no…”

“It’s not because of my preferences! It was the class’s decision…”

Although it was mostly Yurinatsu’s preferences being forced as the class consensus, so it’s understandable that she might find it weird.

But as long as everyone’s having fun, it’s fine with me. As long as there are no major complaints, I don’t really care.

“But since you’re involved, the food will be decent, right?”

“Who knows. I am part of the student council, after all.”

The dish most associated with a maid café and likely to make the most sales would be omelet rice. And if we’re making omelet rice, we can leave that to Amatsuka.

If we serve chicken rice with a fluffy omelet on top, cut it open, and it spills out perfectly, we’ve got ourselves a fluffy omelet rice in no time.

If we have Amatsuka, dressed in a maid outfit, preparing the dish in front of customers, we’ll attract plenty of people. As long as the prep work is solid, we’ll be fine.

“If you’re not involved, there’s no point in competing.”

“Why not have a cooking showdown with Amatsuka? She’s technically my apprentice.”

What’s up with Tomitsugu-senpai? Is she a Saiyan or something? She seems to have a love for competition on par with a warrior race.

“Amatsuka is already on par with me when it comes to cooking. During her cooking competition for the cooking club, I practically lost. It would be a good rematch, right?”

“Don’t be stupid. I didn’t lose to her. I lost to you! It’s irritating.”

“Well, if you had a serious match with Amatsuka now, it’s hard to say what would happen~.”

“I won’t lose.”

I think it would be a close match. But Amatsuka still doesn’t have much experience with cooking. When it comes to variety or fine culinary knowledge, neither I nor Amatsuka could beat Tomitsugu-senpai.

But I’m not exactly a hardcore chef. If Amatsuka wants to get serious about cooking, it would be better for her to study with Tomitsugu-senpai.

After all, I’m just a full-time househusband.

“That’s a shame. I was looking forward to seeing you in a butler’s uniform and laughing at you.”

“No, a butler uniform is not in the budget.”

“If I can’t see you in a butler outfit, there’s no point.”

“It’s too bad you won’t get a good laugh.”

“Yes, very unfortunate.”

Tomitsugu-senpai said this with an expressionless face. Just how much does she want to make fun of me?

Am I that disliked?

“Since it’s a shame, Tomitsugu-senpai, how about you wear a maid outfit?”

“Ha?! No way! That’s embarrassing!”

“It might suit you, though.”

If we were to base her serving style on her personality, she’d probably fit the tsundere maid archetype. Yurinatsu might make her say something like, “Why are you here? Just go eat dog food or something.”

That might actually have some demand.

“…Well, I don’t want a lot of people seeing me, but if it’s just you, I might tolerate it.”

“Yeah, with just me there, you could probably hit me without any issue.”

“I-I wouldn’t go that far!”

Good. I’m against violence. I don’t like pain.

“Oh, Tomitsugu-senpai, do you have any dresses you don’t wear anymore?”

“What? Do you want my old clothes or something? What? Are you some kind of scent fetishist?”

Please stop clutching your chest and turning red with anger. I’m not a pervert.

What is up with Tomitsugu-senpai? Does she really think I’m a pervert? That’s completely unfair.

“That’s not it. I just need a dress for making the maid outfits. I’m not trying to sniff your clothes or anything.”

A maid outfit consists of a dress, an apron, and a headband.

For the apron, we could buy a cheap or secondhand one and modify it. The headband would be custom-made.

The dress just needs to be a simple one.

“…I see. I might have a few. I’ll bring them next time.”

“That would be helpful. But if I receive them at school, I might be labeled a pervert.”

“Aren’t all guys perverts anyway? Who cares?”

“I care a lot!!”

“So you’re not denying being a pervert?”

“Japan’s HENTAI culture is practically a part of its culture.”

Given the revenue Japanese anime generates, it’s hard to argue otherwise.

Yeah, that’s just how it is. I have to accept it.

“But honestly, it would be embarrassing for me if people thought you were a pervert getting excited over my clothes.”

“It would be 90% my embarrassment in that case. You would just be the victim, Senpai.”

I’m not trying to turn into the bad guy for a maid café. We’ve only been in high school for half a year. I just want to live peacefully.

“Come over to my house next time you’re off, Motobu. That should solve the problem, right?”

“Understood. Are you sure it’s okay?”

“It’s you, so it’s fine.”

“I see. Then I’ll stop by.”

“Make sure to come with a clean neck and an empty stomach!”

“…I’ll look forward to the meal.”

Do I really need to wash my neck? I guess it’s her way of being kind. Tomitsugu-senpai is hard to figure out sometimes.

I wonder what her house is like. I’m kind of curious.