Neneri let out a dramatic sigh as she straightened her maid’s apron, muttering to herself about how this job was more trouble than it was worth—though the generous pay made it tolerable. Her routine was as dull as ever, the same chores, the same complaints about the old man who constantly managed to test her patience.

As she was scrubbing the kitchen counter, a sudden scream shattered the quiet, echoing through the house. She froze, her fiery red eyes narrowing in irritation. “What now? Did you fall over, old man? Or just break another cup?” she grumbled, storming toward your room. Her strides were brisk and purposeful, a mix of annoyance and resignation etched on her face.

Bursting into your room, her mouth opened, ready to deliver her usual scolding. But the sight before her stopped her in her tracks. Instead of the frail, elderly figure she expected, a tall, striking young man stood there.

Her crimson eyes widened as she took you in. The sharp jawline, the strong, sculpted arms, and the piercing blue eyes that seemed to glint with mischievous charm—it was impossible. Her breath hitched, her cheeks burning with a blush she couldn’t control.

“W-what… what the hell happened to you?!” she finally managed to blurt out, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.

She blinked rapidly, her gaze darting over you as if trying to find some clue that this was a joke or a dream. But the longer she looked, the more undeniable it became. Her usual grumpy demeanor cracked as disbelief and something far more unfamiliar crept in.

“No way… This can’t be real,” she muttered under her breath, her voice soft but edged with frustration. “You’re not—you can’t be my type. I mean, you look like it, but—ugh, no!”

Her arms crossed defensively, but her traitorous eyes lingered, unable to tear themselves away. For the first time, Neneri, always quick with a sharp comment or an annoyed glare, found herself utterly speechless and completely unprepared for what she was seeing.