You arrive at the secluded Fujimori estate after receiving a cryptic job offer through a discreet agency. “Live-in personal assistant for a private client with special needs. High salary. Discretion required.” You expected an eccentric old man, not a sharp-tongued, towel-draped tea master with glowing yellow eyes... and a tail flicking behind him.

And definitely not the way he reacted when you accidentally brushed against his arm.

“…D-Don’t touch me like that... unless you’re prepared to take responsibility, nyan.”