However, one has to say.
This outfit looked really good on her.
Her black long hair was scattered, and her fair skin glistened under the light.
Tanaka Saya's figure was already very hot.
Under the set off of this maid outfit, her full and proud assets were about to burst out, and the full curves were faintly visible under the semi-transparent fabric, exuding a fatal temptation.
Her slender, watery waist was too thin to grasp, yet it possessed astonishing toughness and strength, perfectly connecting her upper and lower body.
Her perky buttocks were like ripe fruit, round and elastic, and the ultra-short skirt barely covered her private parts. Every slight movement was full of temptation, and the snow-white curves were vaguely visible.
The exaggerated curves formed between her waist and hips, every line showcasing ultimate sexiness and temptation.
The black silk stockings paired with her lower body tightly wrapped her long and beautiful legs. The delicate texture of the black silk perfectly fit her skin, exuding a mysterious and alluring aura.
She was simply like a demon.
"Don't look!"
Feeling the fiery gaze behind her, Tanaka Saya was initially a little proud, but gradually became a little shy.
Although she wore this outfit to tempt this guy.
However, she seemed to have underestimated this guy's passion.
She pulled at the hem of her skirt with both hands, completely ignoring the pair of wantonly swaying assets.
Looking at her skin, which was gradually flushing red due to intense shame, Hayato felt a surge of heat.
The passion that had been stirred up by Sano Chiho earlier immediately surged up.
The Buddha Vajra Pestle was fierce and unparalleled, and the Happy Zen method was restless.
He walked over and put his arms around Tanaka Saya's waist from behind. The subtle muscle lines of her flat, watery waist clearly showed the strength and flexibility contained within.
His two hands together could just hold it.
Hayato couldn't help but wonder in his mind how such a thin waist could support such a full pair of assets.
He was even afraid that if she moved too much while walking, her waist would break.
"Get lost!"
Tanaka Saya, holding a frying pan, had a flushed face. She pushed her buttocks back, trying to push Hayato away.
But this was exactly what Hayato wanted.
He held down the struggling Tanaka Saya with his left hand, and his right hand naturally slipped under the hem of her maid outfit, easily grasping her assets.
Tanaka Saya stiffened, her fair skin flushed red, and her whole body went soft.
She wanted to resist, but she couldn't muster any strength at all. She almost went limp and leaned on Hayato's embrace.
"Don't resist, keep cooking."
Hayato's words made Tanaka Saya, who still wanted to resist, show a look of shame and anger on her face.
This bastard was getting more and more out of line.
But looking at the slightly burnt eggs on the frying pan, Tanaka Saya could only ignore the restless big hands as much as possible and focus on breakfast.
"Sister Saya, what's wrong?"
At the dining table, Suzuki Miyuki looked at the flushed Tanaka Saya with a curious expression.
She was fine just now, how did she become like this after cooking for a while?
"Eat your food."
"Don't ask about Lord's business, children."
Tanaka Saya glared at her.
After saying that, she didn't forget to glare at Hayato next to her.
She picked up a grilled sausage with chopsticks, and a red pair of scissors appeared in her right hand. She first glanced at Hayato.
She fiercely cut the grilled sausage in half with the scissors.
She rolled her pink tongue, chewed the grilled sausage, and swallowed it.
Hayato looked at Tanaka Saya, who was eating with a face full of deep hatred, and felt a strange chill.
He just fed her some soy milk in the kitchen, was it that big of a deal?
"Oh!"
Suzuki Miyuki shrunk her neck like a quail, carefully eating the food Tanaka Saya made for her.
She took a bite of the delicious fried egg.
Her bright eyes immediately curved into crescent moons.
When she was alive before, her family was very poor.
She couldn't even get enough to eat every day.
In winter, she still had to go barefoot to find edible wild vegetables in the woods.
Although she tried her best to live, she still couldn't survive that cold winter.
After she died, she became a monster, and since she had nowhere to go, she could only hide in other people's houses.
But I only dared to secretly eat some food from other people's homes that was about to go bad.
Afraid of causing trouble for others, I would change locations every few days.
After being caught by that bad guy, she hadn't eaten for a long time.
Although, a monster like her could live without eating.
But she would also feel hungry.
People who haven't experienced starvation won't know what it feels like.
It felt like there were worms biting in my stomach, but poor people had no food and could only endure it.
After a long time, I slowly got used to it.
After finishing the food in the bowl, Suzuki Miyuki sat obediently.
Feeling the large eyes beside her that occasionally peeked at her plate, filled with longing, Tanaka Saya felt somewhat helpless.
"I'm full, Little Miyuki, can you tidy up the table?"
Suzuki Miyuki's eyes lit up, and she awkwardly glanced at Tanaka Saya while twisting the corner of her clothes.
"Sister Saya, it's a waste to throw away the unfinished food, can I..."
"Suit yourself."
Suzuki Miyuki's eyes curved into crescent moons, and she happily carried the plate into the kitchen.
She was truly overly obedient.
Hayato was full of emotion when he suddenly heard footsteps from the corridor.
Sano Chiho must have finished her bath.
Giving Tanaka Saya a look, Tanaka Saya pouted and turned to enter the room.
Click!
The door opened, and Sano Chiho, wearing only a white bath towel, walked in with slippers on.
Water droplets adorned her fair skin, and her hair was also somewhat damp.
Under the light, her snow-white delicate body emitted an enticing glow.
"I didn't bring a change of clothes, can I borrow one of your clothes?"
Sano Chiho wiped her hair with a towel, and for a long time, she didn't hear a response.
Looking down, she met a pair of fiery eyes.
Seeing Hayato staring at her with wide eyes, Sano Chiho felt a bit shy, but more so amused.
Bending her leg to pick up a slipper, she threw it directly at Hayato.
Her face straightened, and she pretended to be angry, saying.
"If Hayato is still so disrespectful, Aunt Chiho will get angry."
Hayato rubbed his nose.
Sano Chiho was so focused on being angry that she completely forgot she was only wearing a bath towel.
With that lift of her leg, she was directly facing Hayato who was sitting on the floor.
It seemed... empty?
Looking at the sudden glimpse of scenery, Hayato felt the fire that had just been extinguished beginning to reignite.
He had to admit, this little Auntie was much more tender than he had imagined.