Volume 2-5: Sasuke Onui’s battle against his troubles.

Sunday, the day of the concert.

　The Harukawa family always went out at 10:30 and had lunch at the Oriental Grand Hotel near the public hall.

　This hotel, of course, belongs to the Harukawa conglomerate. The architect who designed the Central Station Building also designed this hotel, which is a very elaborate building in the neo-baroque style, and has been selected as one of the prefecture’s “100 Best Buildings to Leave to Future Generations'”

　The concert started at one o’clock and ended at five.

　The concert starts at one o’clock and ends at five o’clock, after which she has a tea party with the staff of the foundation to deepen friendship, and in the evening, she and her family enjoy dinner at a restaurant. They always return home around eight o’clock.

　So I have plenty of time to carry out my mission.

　When Kotono goes out, the maids starts cleaning the room.

　They vacuum the floor, dust off the lights, change the sheets and towels, and arrange the bedspread.

　All this is done in the early afternoon.

“Oh, Sasuke-kun. Aren’t you going out today?”

　Anna-san, who was holding the sheets in her hands, rolled her eyes at me when she saw me in the hallway.

　I usually meet up with my friends from school to play at the arcade or go to karaoke.

　Those who know that I work at the Harukawa residence seem to think that I’m a struggling student for some reason, so they take me out to various places at this very moment.

　That’s why Anna-san seemed to think that I had gone out.

　She looked worried.

“Are you feeling bad?　Are you okay?”

　She peeked at me.

“No, I’m fine. I have to study for a test.”

“Oh, well, it’s that time of year.”

“I feel more comfortable studying in your room, so can I be left alone for a while?　Text me on my phone if you need anything.”

“Okay, do you need me to bring you anything later?”

“No, I can go get it myself if I need to.”

　I was now ready.

　I took off my servant’s uniform and changed into plain clothes.

　I put my school textbooks, reference books, notebooks, writing utensils, garbage bags, secret weapon “Bioquiere” and bath towels in a department store shopping bag, and pretending to be calm, I entered Kotono’s room.

　Kotono’s room, which should be familiar to me, looks a little different.

　I put out my study materials on the table I use for studying and camouflage myself. Then I quietly climbed into bed, trying not to make a sound.

　The bedspread was starched and the pillowcases had been replaced with new ones.

　The bed was new and clean, just like a hotel.

　However, there was one thing I didn’t like about the bed: the rabbit pillow “Mimi-chan” that sat on top of the bed. Except for this one.

　Although Kotono made me change the sheets and towels every day, she never let me wash this pillow.

　The pile fabric is completely faded and threads are popping out here and there, because Kotono has been using it since she first entered elementary school.

　There was a zipper on the back of the rabbit so that the cover could be removed.

　So it should be washable, but Kotono has been adamantly refusing to do so.

　In other words, Kotono’s body odor is soaked into this pillow.

　I laid out a bath towel, just in case, and put the rabbit pillow next to it to sleep with. I sucked on the pillow, the sweet scent wafting from the nape of Kotono’s neck.

　Yes, this is what I’ve been looking for.

　I unbuckled my belt and pulled down the zipper.

　Grasping my penis, which had already begun to harden, I fell into the fantasy of f*****g Kotono.

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