Yamato Nadeko

One and indoor.

A woman in a gorgeous twelve-single is making tea, her movements are smooth and pleasing to the eye.Finally, he held a cup of tea that had been brewed in both hands, and placed it respectfully in front of the boy with a bandaged right eye.

Said softly, "Master Dazai, please taste it."

Dazai picked up his cup and took a sip.

Taste... It's not enough to compare with the top tea art masters, but it's already very good in comparison.With elegant and high-end techniques, it can also bluff people.

He made a harsh comment in a gentle tone, "It tastes bad, it's a waste of this good tea." He also threw the cup on the table with a bad attitude.

Watching her reaction with burning eyes.

The smile on the woman's face did not change at all, and there was no sadness or anger in her eyes.She just calmly took out her veil and wiped off the spilled tea.

On the contrary, he seemed to be fooling around.

"I'm sorry, Dazai-sama." She lowered her head and looked obedient and obedient, and said in a very humble and submissive manner, "I will practice more to improve my skills, and try my best not to disappoint you next time."

Dazai recalled.

No matter how bad his attitude is, she always looks like this docile little white rabbit.The dream lover who fully meets the ideals of popular men, the textbook-like Yamato Nadeko.

Rest your chin on your hand.

He suddenly asked, "Qing, how long have I raised you?"

She didn't respond to the pet-like tone at all, as if she always remembered it in her heart, she blurted out without hesitation, "Three years, two months and thirteen days."

Dazai blinked.

Three years.

She is a trafficked commodity.When she escaped and was hunted down, on the busy street, she gave up on a strong adult man, but she rushed straight to the 15-year-old boy for help.

she says:

"help me."

"I can be your lover."

"I will be obedient."

At that time, he wanted to keep a 'pet' on a whim, so he saved her.Being hypnotized and brainwashed by human traffickers lost a lot of memory, even the name was chosen by him.

She was really obedient.

With a well-behaved, docile and quiet personality, she has been raised for three years without knowing it.

"Master Dazai, do you want to stay overnight?" Haru Nekoyashiki asked routinely, it was getting late.

"No."

Dazai stood up, Haru Nekoyashiki obediently took out his coat and lowered his head to help him put it on.

Yes, head down.

Dazai, who just turned 174 this year, is now 178cm, but Nekoya Shikiharu's net height is 15cm.Three years ago, she chose the [-]-year-old Dazai, who was shorter than her own, and could be said to be a child, to ask for help.

— how interesting.

Dazai looked at the woman who sent him off with a virtuous posture, just like the first time he met, "...boring." Without even saying goodbye, he turned and left.

Nekoya Shikiharu still smiled and said, "Master Dazai, go slowly."

She watched him leave intently.

It wasn't until the flying clothes completely disappeared outside the gate that Nekoya Shiki Haru returned to the room gracefully and dignifiedly.She took off her twelve-pound bill, and ran to the kitchen wearing only her underwear.

"The stinky brat is gone."

Opened the refrigerator, took out a burrito made at noon, brushed a layer of meat sauce indiscriminately, sandwiched a whole cucumber in it, took a bold bite, "I'm starving to death."

Her image at this time has nothing to do with Yamato Nadeko.

She ate three burrito cucumbers in a row before she stopped, licked the sauce stained on her fingers, and repeated what the kid said before leaving, "boring."

It's best to hurry up and lose interest in her, so you don't have to serve this uncle anymore.

Isn't it mafia?

With such an open mouth and such a naughty personality, how come he hasn't died outside yet?