I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

Chapter 40

After leaving the coin laundry, Sasha, who took the lead, followed the soliciting maid on a large street and arrived at a maid cafe with a size of 60 pyeong near Chuo-dori.

When we opened the cutely decorated cafe door and went inside, we were greeted with bright smiles by the employees in maid clothes that we had only seen on TV or in photos.

“You’ve been there. Master!”

“Oh. I’ve been wanting to hear this line.”

“……”

It has been over two years since I possessed this body, but this was my first time coming to a maid cafe.

This was the same even if I looked back at Kim Yoo-sung’s memories before possessing.

At a time when he was very sensitive to other people’s gaze, a dwarf middle school student did not seem to have the courage to enter a maid cafe alone.

Even if he happened to come to Akihabara, he would have just glanced at him from afar.

Actually, it was me as well.

It was because I felt a physiological rejection of something unfamiliar to me.

If it hadn’t been for Sasha’s coercion next to me, I might not have even thought of coming here for the rest of my life.

As we stood in front of the entrance and looked around, not knowing what to do, one of the maids who was cleaning the table where guests had left came and asked me in a friendly voice.

“Has the owner ever used the main store?”

I was embarrassed by the unique atmosphere of a maid cafe, so I answered in a nervous voice without realizing it.

“Oh, no.”

“Then let me give you a brief explanation before I start serving you. The basic admission fee for our Asobi☆Maid Akihabara Main Store is 800 yen. And when you order, one maid per table will take care of the owner. The maid will be in charge. There is a random and a place name, but if you make a nomination, a nomination fee will be added. For your reference, in principle, touching the maids at the main store is prohibited, and taking pictures inside the main store is also prohibited. If you want to take a picture, just tell the counter separately.”

The explanation went by like a rapid-fire gun, but in the meantime, it was not a skill I had been talking about for a day or two.

After that explanation, the dark-haired maid led us to a window seat with good light.

“This is today’s map, and this is the menu board. When you have finished selecting the menu, shake the bell next to the table to call the maid. I hope you have a comfortable time. Master.”

Truly professional.

Unlike the sky blue miniskirt maid outfit, the perfect description and appearance were nothing less than an example of a thorough professional spirit.

As I was inwardly admiring, Sasha shrugged her chin and looked through the day’s list with interest.

Inside the thin file album were the profile photos of the maids working at the cafe.

“Can I do whatever I want?”

I told her to do it on her own, because she was going to experience it with her money anyway.

Then he opened the menu to eat something.

“…expensive.”

As soon as I saw the price on the first page of the menu, words came out without me knowing.

The food itself was something like omurice or pancakes, which are commonly found everywhere, but the price was unreasonably high.

No matter how much customer service is included in the price, omurice is 1500 yen, so what kind of golden egg is it made with?

As the son of a regular family, I couldn’t understand it, but it was difficult to come all the way here and not eat anything, so I ordered one omurice and one orange juice.

Two of these are already 2000 yen.

That’s almost half of my weekly allowance.

Considering the basic entrance fee, it was never cheap.

If I had bought it with my own money, I would have choked my breath.

“I’ve chosen everything, but what would you like to eat?”

“Roughly anything.”

“…Then I’ll do the same thing.”

On the other hand, it seems that this amount of money was not very important to Sasha, who casually offered a bundle of 1 million yen bills as a commission fee.

With her chin clenched, she looked carefully at the maid tag, and gracefully waved the bell on the table.

The figure was like a painting, and it clearly showed that Sasha is the daughter of a precious family.

I would say that every move is full of dignity.

It is old-fashioned in a different way from the president.

“Yes, did you call? Master?”

When the dark-haired maid who had just entertained us came up to us and asked in a friendly voice, Sasha said to her, pointing to one of the pictures on the name tag.

“Call me as the cat maid here, Hyoneko-san.”

“Yeah, I know~”

cat maid?

I doubted my ears for a moment, but the black-haired maid said she would know if it really was, and handed Sasha’s nomination vote.

“Did the owner of this place also have a drink or meal to order?”

“…Oh, two omurice and two glasses of orange juice, please.”

“Yeah, I know~”

The maid with dark hair, who took the order without losing a smile from start to finish, walked towards the kitchen at a staggering pace.

After the back figure disappeared, I was able to relax and put myself in the chair.

I just placed an order, and I feel exhausted already.

Until just an hour ago, I was having a fistfight with Russian foragers on the street, but now I’m struggling with a maid cafe I’ve been to for the first time in my life.

If anyone had heard this story, they would have told me not to joke.

After finishing all the orders, Sasha, who was looking around the maid cafe with interest, suddenly asked me, who was staring blankly at the ceiling.

“Is this your first maid cafe?”

“uh.”

“It’s surprising. I thought Japanese people came here often.”

“No, that’s a prejudice. Ordinary people don’t come to maid cafes… probably.”

As I answered, I looked around.

Surprisingly, it seemed that nearby office workers and women also came to the maid cafe.

After waiting for a while, a maid named by Sasha walked towards us with two glasses of orange juice on a tray.

Upon discovering that figure, Sasha smiled and crossed her long legs like a model.

“Hello! Master! Thank you for the nomination today! It’s like Asobi☆Made’s famous cat maid, Hyoneko!”

The maid with short brown hair, wearing a cat ear headband over her head, said so and smiled naturally.

“……”

space-time shrinks

I thought I had adapted to the otaku culture, but for me now, this was too high a standard.

It is as if a student who was solving middle school math was suddenly thrown at a university level math problem.

Unknowingly, I pressed my thighs tight and was holding back the desire to leave, Sasha shook her head with a calm expression and said.

“What can you do for a named maid?”

Then, the cat maid, Honeko-san, explained with exaggerated gestures, waving her hand.

“First of all, when the food you order comes out, I draw pictures! Or play board games with customers! Lastly, although the price is a bit high, if there is a song request, they will sing it on the live stage!”

“song?”

Sasha, who had listened to her explanation with her chin bent as if boredom, shone at the last word.

Then he took a bunch of blue bills from the handbag he had left by the chair and set them down on the table.

“How much do I have to pay to make you sing for 30 minutes?”

“Ka, I’ll ask the counter, so wait a minute! No, wait!”

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Maybe he was surprised by the sudden cash headbutt, or Honeko-san who instantly forgot the concept.

As she rushes to speak to the manager of the cafe, Sasha takes a sip of orange juice from the glass and smiles bitterly.

“Now it’s going to be some fun.”

are you the devil

***

The live cat maid Honeko started so suddenly.

An anime song as if you’ve heard it somewhere resounds in the cafe.

Sasha hummed a hum and sang along, perhaps a song she knew originally.

Anyway, maybe it was because the maid we nominated, Mr. Honeko, was singing on stage, and the maid with dark hair we saw earlier served omurice on her behalf.

“The omurice you ordered has arrived. Master.”

“Five.”

Because of the price of 1500 yen, I thought it was a blast, but surprisingly, it is quite a full-fledged omurice.

The amount seemed to be quite generous by adult male standards, so I didn’t think I would have to do anything extra.

“Then will you cut it?”

After asking us for permission, the professional maid cut the omelette on the rice with a knife.

A waterfall of eggs flowing down over the rice as it spreads from side to side.

Shortly thereafter, she grabbed ketchup and drew a picture of a cute cat on the omelette.

“thank you.”

It was when I said that and lifted the spoon to take a spoonful.

“Oh, wait a minute. Master. We’re not ready yet.”

The dark-haired maid stopped me from moving as she said that, and said while forming a heart shape with both hands.