Chapter 8: The Perverted Maid!?

I slowly open my eyes, after waking up.

Ah, what a good sleep.

Last night, Claire was already asleep by the time I got back, so did some homework, then I got into bed next to her.

I roll over to look at where Claire should be.

Claire is still sleeping.

I guess that’s reasonable, most people don’t wake up before their alarm like I do…

I slowly get out of bed, carefully putting my feet into the slippers on the floor.

These were a gift from my father. Well, at least has our feet in mind…

I slowly stretch and have my shower while Claire is still asleep.

Ah, I woke up really early, there is still an hour until the alarm goes off… what time did I wake up!?

I guess, I’ll go for a quick walk before Claire wakes up.

I put on my shoes and open the door to the room.

Okay… this is weird… why is there a maid sleeping against the wall…

Wait... Isn’t this Hillary? The maid that was there for less than five seconds!?

What is she doing here? Also, how am I able to remember her name!?

I shake her shoulders to wake her up, as she was sleeping in what looked to be an uncomfortable position.

“Hey, Hillary, wake up.”

She slowly opens her eyes and suddenly stands straight up.

“I apologize for my rudeness young master Logan. I have been assigned to you by my master. I hope for your acceptance, as I was told not to go back if I failed.”

Isn’t that a little harsh old man!? I sigh and nod.

“I can accept you as my assigned staff... but what exactly does an assigned staff member do?”

“An assigned staff member is in charge of writing everything that their master requires them to. They also clean the rooms assigned to themselves and their master.”

“Okay, I understand that much, then why are you sleeping outside my room? Why do you call me ‘Young master’ if you are an assigned staff member? And who is Claire's assigned staff member?”

“I refer to you as ‘Young master’ because an assigned staff member is just a title that is there to keep up the school’s reputation, we are something similar to slaves, but we do get paid quite a bit to do this work. Claire's assigned staff member is a different maid, however the Young Missus has requested that the maid shall do none of her cleaning.”

I see, that makes some sense now that I think about it... Wait a second.

“You never answered my first question.”

She makes a delighted expression as she blushes slightly.

“You see, young master Logan. It makes me feel like I am a dog waiting for her master.”

The perverted maid has arrived!

Okay, let’s just pretend it didn’t happen and move on. That should be the right thing to do.

“I see, then let’s get along. Make sure to work hard.”

“Oh, my comments being ignored makes me feel even better. But of course I will work hard to please young master any way he desires.”

“Don’t say it like that you damn pervert!”

She brings her hands to her blushing face and starts to sway back and forth.

I’m done. Nothing will work with this type. You praise them they thank you, you ignore them or do anything bad to them, they get pleasure… the only way to win is to walk away.

But I shall run at top speed!

“Retreat!”

I sprint down the hall and start to jump down the stairs to the ground floor.

I exit the building and look at the doors and hope that the pervert didn’t follow me.

I wonder how fast she can run.

“Young master Logan, may I inquire why you ran away?”

“AAAHHH!!!”

I scream because she was already behind me.

How the fuck did you get there!?

“Oh my, it seems I have startled you. If you were trying to run away from me you should have just told me to sit.”

She pulls out a dog collar from her pocket and attaches it to her own neck. Wait… the name on that clearly says Hillary! A custom collar for a pervert!?

I collapse on the ground in defeat.

There is no winning! Is there!?

…

“So today for chemistry we will be testing how many elements you have memorized. The person who has memorized the most right now will be exempt from the first test and will automatically receive 100%.”

““““WOO!!!!!!””””

The entire class cheers.

I wonder if all 50 elements we were told to memorize will be enough to win…

Maybe I should memorize 10 more quick.

After all the periodic tables in the room were hidden, the teacher starts from the front row.

I was sitting in the middle of the classroom in this class, so I will be in the middle.

“Oh yeah, no using your assigned staff to help you. This is a test of your memory, not you assigned staff’s memory.”

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“No way!”

A student shouts, but is ignored by the teacher.

“Then let us begin.”

“10 elements, not bad.”

“11 elements, so far in the lead.”

“9 elements.”

“7”

“8, 12, 15, 11, 10, 16, 12, 4, 13, 11.”

Isn’t the bar being set a little too low?

Should I do how much I actually memorized, or just enough to win… but the first test would be good practice for me…… ah, who cares, let’s just go all or nothing.

“65 elements! Fantastic! How did you manage to memorize that many so quickly!?”

“Well, I actually only had 50 memorized upon walking into class, but I was worried that it wouldn’t be enough, so before you covered the periodic tables, I memorized 15 more.”

Everyone’s jaw drops.

The teacher pats my shoulders.

“You boy, have a gift.”

…

“Young master, that was incredible. I didn’t know that your memory was so good.”

I smile and scratch my head, being complimented by a pervert doesn’t feel that great.

“It’s nothing really, if I just think of the elements numerically it’s all okay. For example, just memorize the numbers assigned to them. Then, memorizing them is easy.”

“That’s in-“

I get a text message from Claire.

“Ah, stop talking for a second while I read this text.”

She starts to blush as she mumbles, “Oh, I’m being told off again.”

The text reads, ‘Hey Logan. Dominic invited us to the student council room for lunch. You wanna go?’

I reply, ‘Sure, I’ll meet you there. I love you.’

‘I love you too <3’

It warms my heart when talking to her!

…

I sit down in the student council room. It seems as if Claire has prepared food for me!

Where did she do that you may ask?

Who cares! My wife made me lunch!

Ah, it’s a classic! Sandwiches!

“L-Logan, I’m sorry. I didn’t really know what you liked, so I made a couple different ones…”

I hug her and pat her head.

“I’ll eat anything you make!”

I feel stares filled to the brim with hatred and other powerful emotions from the other people in the room.

But that doesn’t bother me right now!

I grab the first sandwich and take a bite out of it…

It’s horrible!

Just smile and keep eating!

DO IT!

…

“The taste I get feels like it is assaulting my mouth… It feels good!”

I sat with my face on the desk in English class. We were given free time.

“My stomach feels like it’s trying to commit suicide. Please hold on little guy.”

I felt like my stomach was going to explode at any second.

I took some of the ones I was too scared to try, and gave them to the pervert. She seemed to enjoy them, so I left it at that.

Maybe I should have questioned where those sandwiches were made…

Oh no!

Here comes round 2 of the fight!

I sprint out of the classroom and find the nearest washroom.

I end up being just short of finding my destination and vomit on the ground…

I feel really bad for whoever has to clean this up…

Note to self: Teach Claire how to make food…

I collapse on the ground a slight distance away and drift off into unconsciousness while praying that I wake up again.

*Pervert POV*

Oh my, the Young master has collapsed.

Should I bring him to the sick room? Yeah, I think I will.

I grab him and toss him on my shoulder.

Oh my, it looks like I’m being dominant… I’ll have Young master punish me later for it.

*Claire POV*

I wonder if those sandwiches were really good… I never got a chance to eat any…

I hope Logan will give me a reward for making him lunch.

I love him so much, I wonder what kind of reward I will get?

A k-k-kiss!?

Maybe! Hopefully… no… he will! I am sure of it!

Now I can’t focus on class…

Oh well, at least the view out this window is nice… wait…

Why is Hillary carrying Logan!?

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Hello readers!

I'm not late... right?

I forget... oh well, that's what I get for having the memory of a bird. 

"Hey look a distraction!"

"Where!?"

Well... that's how it is.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I put a not so small amount of work into this one despite its short length. The next two chapters will feature less comedy. I apologize in advance, but you will learn a lot about Logan and Claire in the process.

So, I guess in the end it is all about give and take.

With that, I say, have a great day/night!