Chapter 1 – The Secret Part-Time Job

Shizuku Yukimori is famous for her beauty.

Her skin is so fair and clear it looks like a pearl.

A perfectly straight nose.

Long, flowing black hair that seems to ripple.

But it’s not just her looks. The Yukimori family runs a world-famous conglomerate, and Shizuku is their only daughter.

Beautiful. Top of her class. Athletic too.

She’s liked by everyone and highly respected by the teachers.

In every way, she’s a flawless rich girl.

That’s who Shizuku Yukimori is.

But she has a secret.

And I’m the only one who knows it.

“Good morning, Hatase-kun.”

“…Morning, Yukimori.”

As usual, Yukimori arrived at school that morning.

Her voice, as beautiful as birdsong, enchanted most of our classmates.

Her seat was at the back by the window. Mine was right next to hers.

When Yukimori sat down beside me, the girls in the class all rushed over to her. As always, she’s incredibly popular. Have you all forgotten I’m sitting here too?

Surrounded by nothing but girls, I felt awkward and made a quick escape.

Sigh… It’s the same every morning, and it’s always exhausting.

“Yo, Inori.”

“Hm? Oh, Kazuki. Morning.”

Tomita Kazuki approached me just as I was sighing.

We became friends after entering high school, and since we’re both in the go-home club, we hang out a lot.

“It must be tough, sitting next to the goddess.”

“Wanna switch?”

“If I could, I totally would. Even if it’s just pretend, being surrounded by girls isn’t bad.”

“Pathetic.”

“Can you not say it in such a vaguely hurtful way?”

Oops, my true feelings slipped out.

I looked past Kazuki to Yukimori, still surrounded by girls.

No matter what topic they bring up, she always responds gracefully, never losing her smile.

And everyone talking with her ends up smiling too.

Just by being there and sharing her smile, she makes others feel happy.

That’s why they call Shizuku Yukimori a goddess.

“Must be nice, being Yukimori. Just imagine how lucky someone would be to get close to a girl like that.”

“Why not try? Yukimori wouldn’t turn you down.”

“Easy for you to say. You remember that upperclassman who kept hitting on her and showed up the next day with a shaved head and a new attitude?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

I saw it myself—the scene where he got hauled off by men in black suits who came out of a black car.

Ever since that day, the number of guys trying to talk to Yukimori dropped drastically.

Can’t blame them. Who knows what might happen if you cross the line?

Still, as long as you don’t go too far, it should be fine. It’s all about moderation.

Kazuki looked away from Yukimori and changed the subject.

“Hey, let’s grab some ramen after school. I found a really good place.”

“Can’t. It’s Friday.”

“Oh right, your part-time job today.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. Still, you’re making good money just working Friday nights, right? Come on, hook me up already.”

“Only one slot available. Employer’s orders.”

“Stingy.”

Ow. Don’t kick me, dammit.

Not my fault. The single-employee rule is my employer’s condition—I can’t change that.

I gave Kazuki, who kept kicking my leg, a karate chop on the head. Just then, my phone buzzed.

From: Employer – Looking forward to working with you this week as well.

“…………”

Yeah, yeah. I know.

I didn’t reply, just marked it as read and closed my phone.

After school, instead of going home, I headed somewhere else.

I walked past the shopping street, through a residential area, and arrived at the entrance to the woods.

This is the meeting spot.

No one around. Not a soul in sight.

A shady place, sure… Just then, a black car pulled up in front of me.

The tinted window rolled down slightly, and a woman’s voice came from inside.

“Three thirty. As expected, you’re right on time.”

“If I’m late, you get mad.”

“Hehe. Time is limited, after all.”

The driver opened the door.

Inside sat my employer—Shizuku Yukimori—smiling like a goddess.

“Come on in. Let’s head home.”

“…Alright.”

I sat next to Yukimori and fastened my seatbelt.

The car pulled away slowly, carrying the two of us in silence.

After thirty minutes, we arrived.

Right on the dot at 4:00 PM, we stepped out of the car.

In front of us stood a massive building that could be called a mansion—Yukimori’s family estate.

Even after coming here for half a year, I still can’t get used to it…

While I was still overwhelmed by the building, a maid waiting by the front door approached.

“Welcome home, Ojou-sama. Inori-sama.”

“I’m back, Rena-san.”

“…Excuse me for intruding.”

This woman is Rena Miyabi-san, a maid who works for the Yukimori family. According to Yukimori, she’s her personal maid.

And it’s true—if there’s ever a problem, Miyabe-san solves it. I’ve lost count of how many times she’s saved me.

When I spoke, Miyabe-san put a hand to her mouth and laughed gracefully.

“Hehe. Inori-sama, you’re like family to us now. No need to be so formal.”

“Family, huh… I’m just a part-time worker hired by Yukimori. That’s a bit much.”

Feeling awkward, I turned my face away from Miyabe-san.

She giggled like a bell, clearly amused by my reaction.

“Oh, Rena-san. Don’t tease Hatase-kun too much.”

“Forgive me, Ojou-sama. He’s just so adorably shy.”

“I know, right?”

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

After handing my bag to another maid, we followed Miyabe-san into the mansion.

This place feels like it’s cut off from Japan—like a whole different world. Even the decorations in the hallway look incredibly expensive.

After walking for a few minutes, we stopped in front of a room. Yukimori’s bedroom.

“Well then, Ojou-sama, Inori-sama. Everything is prepared. Please enjoy yourselves.”

“Yes. Until I call, do not let anyone come near.”

“Understood.”

Here we go again… I’ve lost count of how many times it’s been, but I still get nervous.

After watching Miyabe-san leave, we stepped inside, Yukimori leading the way.

The room, filled with Yukimori’s familiar scent, also had a sweet aroma from burning oils or something.

The curtains were closed, and soft indirect lighting lit the room.

Up until now, Yukimori had been acting all elegant—then, in the next instant, she kicked off her socks and dove onto the bed.

“Ahhh! Finally, the week is over!”

“Rough week, huh?”

“It really was! Ugh, stress! Soooo much stress!”

She flailed her legs, not caring that her purple panties were showing—a side of her never seen at school.

“Studying, school, lessons, social gatherings. Always smiling, always being adored… Honestly, it’s a heavy burden, this role I play.”

“Having impressive parents is hard on the child.”

“Well, I owe this life to my father and mother, so it’s not all bad, but still…”

Yukimori sighed softly, then while still lying down, took off her skirt, blazer, and shirt.

Her underwear-clad form made my heart race—but I’ve seen this many times now. No need to get flustered. Yukimori doesn’t care either.

She jumped off the bed, put on a gown, and came over to me with a big smile.

Alright, it’s time for work.

“Yukimori, what’s today’s desire?”

“Yes! Today’s craving is… gaming!”

“Got it. Ready to go?”

“Leave it to me!”

I watched her prepare with a hum.

Yes, this is my secret part-time job.

As I said earlier, Yukimori Shizuku lives under constant stress.

By the weekend, it builds up into cravings, desires, and eventually erupts.

It’s my job to help her deal with that.

The cravings come in different forms.

Like today’s gaming urge. Last week was a craving for food. The week before that, a thirst for knowledge. Before that… well, it’s different every week.

And then there’s one more craving… but we’ll get to that later.

“Hehehe! No holding back today! I’m gonna absolutely destroy you!”

“Watch your mouth.”

“I’ll totally beat the crap—uh, poop out of you!”

“Why’d you only change that part?”

Wait a second. Did a goddess just say “poop”?

Yukimori cheerfully grabbed the controllers and started a chaotic fighting game.

I play regularly, so I’m pretty good. I’m even competitive online.

But Yukimori almost never plays games. Or rather, she’s too busy to play.

So of course…

“F***!!!”

“That’s too vulgar.”