The Housekeeper Onee-San Became My Personal Maid. Doesn’t That Mean, She Is Already My Wife?

After finishing breakfast and brushing her teeth, Kanako-san started to do some light cleaning.

I waited at the corner of the room, trying not to get in her way.

“Touma-kun, are you going to watch TV?

“No, I’m fine.”

To be honest, I was more interested in watching Kanako-san do her housework than watching TV.

I’m a pervert, aren’t I?

♪Fun-fu-fun~ ♪  

Kanako-san hummed in a good mood.

“Ah, Touma-kun. Do you have any plans for today?”

“Huh? No, not really, but …”

“If that’s the case, why don’t you take me shopping this afternoon?”

“Yeah, sure. What are you going to buy?”

“I want to buy some clothes. I want Touma-kun to pick it out for me.”

“W-What, me? I’m not that confident in my fashion sense.”

“That’s okay. Because I want to dye it … to your liking. Will you choose~?”

I almost fell out of my chair with a grunt.

“What’s wrong?”

“No, I mean, …”

“I’m telling you, no naughty clothes, okay? But, if Touma-kun insists, I’ll do my best to wear it~….”

“I’m not going to choose that. Because … I don’t want anyone other than me to see Kanako-san in them.”

I said, a little depressed.

“… Yeah, thanks. I’ll buy you some naughty pajamas then.”

“No, that’s … up to you.”

“Ma~, we have separate bedrooms, so I can’t really tempt you.”

“Kanako-san, give me a break~.”

I quickly raised the white flag.

“I’m sorry, Touma-kun. You’re so cute, I just wanted to tease you.”

“Was it teasing? It was horrible~. I’ll get back at you next time, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it …”

“What’s with that comment, It’s giving M-ish vibes.”

(T/N: M-ish means masochist, lmao.)

“Un~. I’m sure I’m like that with …. people I like.”

I gulped when I saw Kanako-san blushing and giving me a flirtatious look.

“I’m going out in the afternoon, can we have  light udon for lunch?”

“A-Ah, y-yes. That sounds good.”

“Okay.”

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Kanako-san turned her back to me and moved the cushion away.

As she did that, her hip line 1appeared over her pants, and I gulped again.

T-This is dangerous … This is bad for my health.

For better or worse.

◇◇◇◇◇

We got in Kanako-san’s car and drove to the shopping mall.

“Today’s a holiday, so it’s crowded.”

“Yes, it is. … So, do you want to hold hands?”

“What? No, that’s not …”

“It’s fine.” 

Kanako-san smoothly touched my hand.

“Ah~, …”

“Is it not good?”

“No, not at all. …”

“Can you hold my hand then?”

“H-Hai.”

I gulped again, then touched Kanako’s delicate fingertips.

“Ah~ …”

“He~? What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing. I’m sorry, I made a weird noise.”

“No, It’s fine…”

“I’m so nervous. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”

“W-what, you’ve never held hands with a … before?”

“Is that bad?”

Kanako-san looked a little embarrassed and flustered.

Ka-Kawaiii. … You’re too cute.

“It’s perfect.”

“What?”

“Oh, no, it’s … my first time, too. It’s a mutual thing.”

“Fufu~, thanks. Now hold it gently, okay?”

“U-Un.”

I grabbed Kanako-san’s hand, feeling nervous.

It was moist, smooth, and just a little bit cold.

Kanako-san, I am really nervous.

When I realized this, I knew I had to protect her as a man, even though I was younger than her.

“Let’s go, Kanako-san.”

“Yeah.”

(T/N: Sorry for the name change of MC its Touma)

Footnotes

Here this it:- Hip Line .