"Sit properly. Back on the surface, legs straight in a proper angle. Your skirt will be wrinkled, we don't want that to happen to it, its pricey and new." Ibara said in an order, almost mirroring a commanding officer.

"Now, what do you say?" His fingers lifted your chin to make you look at his framed blue eyes.

"T-thank you, Ibara." You stuttered, a small grunt escaped Ibara's lips.

"Again, princess. What did I say about stuttering?" You gulped.

"Sorry, Ibara. Thank you, Ibara. I love you."