The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Chapter 39 Eavesdropping

Kirihara Akira laughed.

He said, "You know, I heard that you grew up with the second young lady, but I don't see anything in common between you and Mori Kiyoha. On the contrary, I think you are very similar to the madam."

Why do you say that?

Kirihara Akira got out of bed, tugged at her clothes, her expression cold and indifferent, and said, "What I mean is, you probably don't realize how troublesome the person you've served for so many years is."

"So I said, I know..."

"You don't know," Kirihara Akira interrupted her, saying, "You don't know what kind of person Mori Kiyoha is now. What's left in your eyes now is the illusion that was once stuck to your optic nerve."

You've sealed away your illusion, enshrining it like a clay statue, seemingly protecting it, but in the end, you're only protecting yourself—your perceived vulnerability.

"Neither you nor your wife probably understand that Mori Kiyoha is a very troublesome person, but she is also a mature and outstanding woman."

"She doesn't need to be sealed up, controlled by anyone, or protected by anyone."

Asahi Kazusa was stunned.

This was an answer she hadn't expected.

Kirihara Akira's words were not like bombs, nor as loud as thunderclaps; they were more like vicious needles, one after another, piercing the skin, bringing an almost itchy stinging pain, and finally piercing to the bone.

She could barely maintain her composure, her voice trembling with anger: "No, don't talk like you know everything."

Kirihara Akira looked at her, smiled, said nothing, stretched, and turned to leave the room.

Asahi Kasano's chest heaved, tracing a beautiful arc, and she couldn't help but ask, "Do you really... harbor feelings for the Second Miss?"

Kirihara Akira turned to look at her, and seeing her slightly flustered and uneasy face, a mischievous thought came to mind.

He laughed and said, "Who knows, maybe?"

Then Kirihara Akira walked out of the room.

Then he saw that very distinctive head of silver hair.

Kirihara Akira bumped right into Mori Kiyoha in the corridor.

He had to admit that at that moment his scalp tingled a little.

Kirihara Akatsuki has begun to reflect on whether she has become too accustomed to the comfortable life lately and has not noticed that there is someone hiding here.

What should I do? Did this guy hear everything?

It's not a big deal if you hear what was said earlier, just a little embarrassing, but if the last part of the conversation is overheard, then there will be problems.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, then Kirihara Akira let out a dry laugh and said, "I was just joking with her."

Mori Kiyoha frowned, puzzled: "With whom?"

Kirihara Akira paused for a moment, just then Asahi and Kanade came out from inside. Mori Kiyoha looked at her maid with a meaningful expression, and sneered:

"You'd better not let my mother find out you're pulling this stunt, or else..."

Kirihara Akira waved her hand and said, "What are you talking about? If I really wanted to do that, I would have done it the moment I walked in the door."

"Hmph, who knows if you've just revealed your true nature?" Mori Kiyoha tilted her head back and said sarcastically.

Kirihara Akira shook her head helplessly and said, "You really went to all this trouble to come and attack me so early in the morning."

"I'm not that free." Mori Kiyoha tugged at the sleeve of her tracksuit and said, "Going for a run, wanna go?"

Kirihara Akira then noticed her casual attire and said, "Unfortunately, I was just about to go out. How about tonight?"

"Suit yourself." Mori Kiyoha took a step back indifferently, making way for him.

Kirihara Akira observed her face for a moment, and after confirming that there was nothing strange about her expression, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Making careless remarks can be risky; I'll never do it again.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Asahi Kasano quickly said, "By the way, young master, please make time to come tomorrow night. Madam wants to order some new clothes for the family."

Kirihara Akira nodded, then fled the house as if escaping. In the hallway, the master and servant looked at each other in bewilderment.

Asahi Kasane stared at the second young lady, Mori Kiyoha, who looked like a wax figure, and remained silent for a long time. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she asked, "You...you really didn't hear our conversation just now?"

A single sentence was like hot water, melting away the wax on Mori Kiyoha's body. Her body began to tremble, and her face turned as red as a ripe apple.

Her body almost went limp, but fortunately Asahi and Kanade pulled her into their arms in time.

Asahi Kasane knew that asking anything now was pointless.

That bastard!

......

......

Kirihara Akira was unaware that Asahi Kazuna had cursed herself a thousand times in her heart, and even less aware of Mori Kiyoha's changing mindset, because he was in a hurry to see another woman.

At the entrance of the Haruka Studio, Kirihara Akatsuki knocked on the door. The door opened, and from inside came Kisaragi Shiori's resolute voice, as if she had made up her mind: "Please, come in."

Kirihara Akira pushed open the door and found Kisaragi Shiori sitting upright in a chair.

In that instant, Kirihara Akira's aimbot automatically activated.

Shiori Kisaragi was wearing the clothes that Akira Kirihara had picked out for her that day.

It's hard to imagine how someone could make a proper outfit look so unconventional.

Kirihara Akira also wondered if she lived a tiring life under such circumstances, and how she managed to pass the police academy's physical test and graduate with excellent grades.

Noticing Kirihara Akira's gaze, Kisaragi Shiori glared at him fiercely and said, "If you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out."

"Why is Officer Kisaragi so fierce?" Kirihara Akira chuckled, sat down at the keyboard, and said, "You're not being fair."

"How is that unfair?" After they became more familiar, Shiori Kisaragi's breath became increasingly foggy. She opened her mouth and said, "You wanted me to wear these clothes, and I did. What more do you want?"

"It's a deal," Kirihara Akatsuki said. "I should pay for this outfit. Otherwise, I'd feel bad if I squandered all of your poor salary."

"Who's the pitiful wage slave?! I'm..." Shiori Kisaragi lowered her voice with professionalism and said, "I'm a professional, a high-income earner. Besides, those who comfortably spend money from men several years younger than themselves are sex workers, okay? If I actually accepted it, my conscience would kill me within days."

"Okay, okay," Kirihara Akatsuki said perfunctorily, then couldn't help but glance at her a couple more times before saying, "Judging from your expression, I've won the bet."

At the mention of this, Shiori Kisaragi became furious and said, "Yes, yes, you win. I just got back here and created a folder, and then the phone rang. As you said, it was to praise me."

He said, "Given my current special mission, I can only temporarily set aside the details of my achievements, but I will certainly receive recognition, both materially and in terms of reputation."

"Yeah, just as I expected," Kirihara Akira said.

"Sigh." Shiori Kisaragi sighed and said, "If I want to leave after receiving this reward, I'll have to consider resigning."

Kirihara Akira said with a smile, "You're definitely going to be a music teacher."

Shiori Kisaragi shook her head and said, "There's some good news too. At least the people at the school were fooled by me. I have to thank you."

"They've stopped pestering you to sing?"

"Back then, most of the people who came over were just there for the excitement, but now the students don't pay as much attention to me," said Shiori Kisaragi. "Your method will work, since I'm not the only music teacher at the school. I'm just a part-time teacher at most, and most of the students who are preparing for the art exams won't come to me."