I Went Into the Mountains to Commit Suicide and Picked Up an All-Purpose Perverted Maid Who Loves Serving Her Master

Chapter 19: Middle School Classmate, Mukai

Mukai POV

“You’re going drinking again? You’re coming home early tonight, right? Our daughter’s waiting.”

“Shut up. It’s just a reunion—cut me some slack. I won’t be back tonight, so don’t wait up.”

I left the house in a foul mood. Glancing back, I looked up at the house. The nameplate reads “Mukai.” A perfect home I built with my own money. The mark of a successful man. My only complaint is the people living inside.

When I met her, I thought she was the ideal woman to be my wife. I was wrong. She’s good-looking, but her personality’s the worst. Always trying to control me. Annoying as hell. She barely does housework and spends my money like it’s water. Useless woman. I never should’ve married her.

But I can’t divorce her. I have a reputation to uphold. Plus, she’s the daughter of a business partner. The company’s not exactly thriving right now. If I sour that relationship, my position as the next president could be at risk. Gotta grin and bear it.

I hopped into my luxury car and headed to the reunion venue. Drinking means I’ll have to deal with getting home, but not bringing the car isn’t an option. My middle school classmates are probably nobodies with mediocre jobs. Not me. I’m set to inherit my father’s company and become president. I’m a winner.

I’m gonna rub it in the faces of those lowlifes how much of a success I am. This car is proof of that. And—

Kyōka Azuma’s coming to the reunion. The only other success story from our class. Honestly, I’m only going to see her. The rest of those losers don’t matter.

I can’t show up to meet her without a car—it’d ruin my image.

If I weren’t married, I could’ve gone for her. But marriage isn’t everything. A one-night fling wouldn’t be bad. If we’re compatible, maybe she could be my mistress. Kyōka’s that attractive.

I arrived at the reunion venue. It’s a low-class joint for someone like me or Kyōka, but whatever. You can’t hold a reunion if you don’t cater to the plebs. I’ll just ditch this place with Kyōka for a private afterparty. She’s gotta want to bail on this dump too. A successful guy like me hitting on her? She’ll fall in no time.

I parked, got out, and entered the venue. I spotted Kyōka right away. But—

“Oh, Mukai-kun, you made it!”

“Of course. …You showed up too, huh, Yamanaka? Figured you’d be dead in a ditch somewhere. Got some nerve showing your face.”

Kyōka was talking to Yamanaka!? What the hell, Yamanaka—know your place! She’s not someone a bottom-feeder like you gets to chat with. It pisses me off. Kyōka’s not just any classmate. She’s way out of your league. In this room, I’m the only one on her level.

Yamanaka at least had the sense to stay out of our conversation after that. The reunion started.

“Alright, everyone, let’s do introductions again. I want to hear what you’re all up to. I’ll start.”

After some drinking, the old class president suggested it. Not a bad idea. He was good at running the class back then—still knows how to read the room.

Time to remind these peasants how far above them I am. What should I talk about?

While I was picking my talking points, the introductions moved along. As expected, nobody’s impressive. One guy started a company, which shows some guts, but that’s it. He’s not on my level. A startup can’t compare to the major company I’m set to inherit.

Then it was Kyōka’s turn. Kyōka Azuma, news anchor. Her looks, gestures, voice—flawless. She’s definitely the woman for me.

My turn was next. I introduced myself, laying out how successful I am. The greatness of my company, my position, my achievements. If this were a lecture, I’d charge a fortune. Not a bad intro, if I do say so myself.

But… what’s with this lukewarm reaction? They should be giving me a standing ovation. Instead, they’re just smirking politely. Tch, typical low-class trash. They don’t even get how great I am. Whatever, it’s Yamanaka’s turn.

“Your turn, Yamanaka. What’re you doing now, huh? After getting fired from my family’s company, what are you? A NEET?”

“Uh… an investor, I guess?”

“Investor? Pfft, come on, be honest—NEET, right? Or maybe a part-timer? Haha, ‘investor,’ you—”

“No way, it’s true!”

Just as I was about to expose Yamanaka’s pathetic ass, that startup guy butted in, spouting some nonsense.

There’s a legendary investor making waves lately, and his name’s Itsuki Yamanaka. Ridiculous. No way this loser’s got that kind of talent. But—

I listened and took another look at Yamanaka’s outfit. What’s with that refined look? And that watch peeking out from his sleeve—it’s the one I’ve been dying to buy.