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 129: The Welcome

When I left Ruaiko-senpai’s house and reached my front door, the house key suddenly jingled.

Thinking the door had just been locked, I reached for the doorknob to turn it, but the door opened on its own.

“Welcome home, Master♡”

“…Click.”

I somehow closed the door.

Kurose was there, dressed in a maid outfit to greet me.

She was smiling brightly.

I decided to open the door again.

“Welcome b—,”

“What’s going on, Kurose?”

“I’m greeting my future master in a maid outfit♡”

“…I see.”

“How is it, Motobu-san? It’s just a prototype, but…do you think it’s cute?”

It was a simple black one-piece dress with a maid apron and a headband.

A modest and wholesome maid outfit, you could say.

The one-piece dress also served as a skirt, so there was no need to show her legs.

On top of that, she was wearing stockings, giving it a proper “classic” feel.

“The quality is high. This should be fine.”

“Is that so? I’m glad.”

Kurose smiled sweetly.

Kurose, who already has a great face and figure, smiling in a maid outfit definitely has a lot of power.

“So, how many weapons can be hidden in that outfit?”

“Actually, about that!!”

“Okay, you’re out.”

“…I blew it!!”

Kurose, who was about to enthusiastically start talking about the beauty of hidden storage, please try to be a bit more “girly.”

The more refined you become, the more the mental threat of hidden assassination tools increases.

That being said, there is a genuine concern that Kurose might face danger at the upcoming school festival.

It doesn’t feel like something I can just dismiss as overthinking.

“If you keep this up, you’ll be an assassin maid. If you get carried away showing off weapon hiding spots to the teachers, we won’t be able to have the maid cafe.”

“…Right…”

“Also, girls’ clothes often aren’t designed with functionality in mind, so this might not be popular with the other female students.”

“…I-Is that so? Why?”

“Because they focus on design. Haven’t you heard women say, ‘Fashion is pain’?”

In reality, some one-piece dresses don’t even have pockets.

Maybe suits are an exception, but women who prioritize fashion tend to give off that impression.

I often think that when I accompany Chika and Manoka on shopping trips.

Where do you put your phone in that outfit? I wonder.

When it comes to skirts, the only functional advantage is probably their good ventilation.

Men’s eyes are often drawn to the swaying of skirts, bouncing chests, earrings, or piercings.

To put it simply, we instinctively notice things that move.

“Putting aside functionality, the design gives a chic impression and looks wholesome. I think it’s good. If there are no problems when you showcase it at school later, we’ll adopt it as is.”

“Understood.”

Even though Kurose seems to be capable of modifying clothes, I didn’t expect her to finish so quickly.

Well, it’s not like she’s making it from scratch, but still, it’s not easy.

“Oh, Master, let me carry your luggage.”

“Huh? Oh, thank you—wait, so you’re continuing with the maid character?”

“It’s quite fun, you know. …Hmm? I smell a woman.”

“That’s a secondhand one-piece dress. I got it from someone.”

Sniff, sniff. “…I’ve smelled this before…This is Ruaiko Tomitsugu’s dress, isn’t it?”

“…Yes…You figured that out really well…”

This girl is terrifying.

“…As I thought, that woman must be an assassination target…mumble, mumble…”

“Kurose, stop making assassination plans.”

Ruaiko-senpai isn’t anything special.

We’re just cooking friends? That’s about the extent of our relationship.

It wouldn’t make sense for her to be assassinated over something like this.

Besides, other than the Okinawa trip, we haven’t really interacted much. Why is Ruaiko-senpai even on her radar…?

“By the way, Kurose, how did you manage to greet me so perfectly? Have you been waiting all this time?”

Knowing Kurose, she might have hidden a tracker in my clothes or belongings again.

“I’ve been watching from the window, hoping you’d come.”

“…I-I see. Yeah, thanks.”

I imagined Kurose, eagerly waiting while wanting to show off the maid outfit she had finished.

That’s kind of adorable and a little sweet, dammit.

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Chapter 130: Each Person’s Role

The maid outfit showcase in class was a hit, and now we’re finally getting serious about preparing for the school festival. But there isn’t much time left.

“We’ll need the girls, or rather, the maids, to master latte art as well.”

“Latte art?! Can we even do that?”

“That sounds hard!”

Using an espresso machine borrowed through Naoto’s connections, we held a training session.

“This is impossible! I can’t do it at all!”

“How can you do it so easily, Motobu?”

I had studied by watching videos, and surprisingly, it wasn’t too hard for me. So, I decided to teach them, but it was more difficult than I thought.

In fact, just speaking to girls I hadn’t talked to before was already a high hurdle. With Amatsuka-san and Miaki-san around, it wasn’t as bad, but the conversations were still awkward.

“Isn’t this kind of like the thing they do at Nezumi Land, drawing pictures on the ground with water?”

“It does seem similar!”

I’ve never been to Nezumi Land, so I’m not sure, but since they’re getting excited on their own, it should be fine.

I also have to teach the boys how to cook, so I’m busy. I feel like a corporate drone.

“…Well, I’ll show you an example again.”

“Thanks!”

…I really can’t keep up with their energy…

“First, tilt the cup with the espresso.”

“Hmm, I see.”

“While keeping it tilted, pour the frothed milk in. Imagine how the milk is moving inside the espresso as you pour. It makes it a bit easier.”

“‘Moving inside’? Motobu, you’re so funny!”

They’re laughing at me…High school girls are scary.

“As you gradually return the cup to a horizontal position, aim for the center and draw a line to finish the heart-shaped latte art.”

“That’s cute.”

“Motobu’s got a girly side!”

Instead of making jokes, I’d rather they take this seriously. But at least the boys are happy to drink the failed attempts, so they can practice as much as they want. Boys are handy that way.

I’d probably get scolded if I said that out loud.

“By the way, why is it called ‘espresso’? What’s the difference from regular coffee?”

“I’m not an expert, but espresso is brewed under high pressure, regular coffee is brewed by pouring hot water over the grounds, and cold brew coffee is made by slowly dripping water through the grounds over time. There are many ways to brew it.”

Espresso machines vary in price, and some can cost up to a million yen. The one we borrowed is from a rental service, so if we break it, we’re in big trouble.

“Practice with espresso, matcha, and cocoa.”

“Got it, teacher!”

Teaching a large group at once is exhausting.

“Motobu-san, watch me!”

Kurose-san confidently called out, so I decided to watch her. I had taught the girls two designs: a leaf and a heart. The leaf is more difficult. It seems Kurose-san is trying the leaf.

“I did it!”

“…Perfect.”

“It’s all thanks to you, Motobu-san!”

Kurose-san can really do anything when she tries. She’s even better than me at this.

“Kurose-chan, you’re amazing!”

“Do a heart next time, Kurose-chan!”

“O-okay!”

Kurose-san, who usually only interacts with Amatsuka-san, Miaki-san, and Yurina, is now talking with the other girls. It’s a bit awkward, but it’s a good sign.

“Miaki-san, I think you’ll be the head maid, so I’m counting on you.”

“Me?! Why?!”

“You have experience in customer service, and you’ll need to manage the flow and keep things under control.”

“Shouldn’t that be Amatsuka-chan’s job?”

“Amatsuka-san is the class president, so she’ll be coordinating between the kitchen and the hall. She has to manage the overall flow.”

Amatsuka-san is popular with both boys and girls, so she’ll be able to handle any complaints and adjust staffing well. I wouldn’t be able to deal with shift changes or any conflicts.

“…But why me?”

“You seem responsible and capable.”

It’s a bit awkward between us after what happened before, but this is work. If capable people don’t do the job, nothing gets done. You need talented people to make things run smoothly.

“…Fine. If you say so, I’ll do it.”

She looked slightly unhappy but agreed. Though, she’s giving me a sharp glare, which is a little scary.

“Miaki-chan! Let’s do our best together!”

“O-okay.”

Amatsuka-san hugged Miaki-san, and she responded while looking down.

I wonder if this is too much pressure for her…No, she can handle it. She’s competent. But she seems uncertain…

“Take! What about me?! What should I do?!”

Yurina asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. I’m worried she might go overboard.

“You’ll handle the reception. Just stay there.”

“No way! I won’t get to admire the maids!”

“I’m banning you from interacting with the maids because you’d probably drool all over them.”

“If you do that, I’ll go crazy! Is that what you want?”