As soon as I placed the order, Eri nodded and disappeared with a salute like a soldier.
Aris, seeing that, spoke in a low voice, “So Kim Deok-Sung is doing club activities in a place like this.”
“Yeah, well. That’s right.”
I made it, but it’s a club activity I’m embarrassed to showcase.
I glance around.
Just as the extras said, I’m the only guy here, surrounded by girls.
Where did Ishihara and Yuji go?
Just when I was about to look for the two guys,
“Deok-Sung, your order is here.”
I hear a familiar voice.
There stood Shinozaki Rin, the beautiful girl with a navy ponytail, wearing a blue kimono complemented by a frilly apron.
True to the cosplay cafe theme, she wore a maid headband adorned with frills.
Well, at least this outfit is more modest than Eri’s.
Clatter.
Rin places two pieces of fried soboro and two bubble teas on the table.
“Enjoy your meal. And Deok-Sung.”
Swoosh.
Rin leans in, her hand touching my ear as she whispers softly, “I was originally going to wear the cow maid outfit, but…”
Wait, a cow maid outfit?
Why would you wear that?
Suddenly, memories of summer school pop into my mind, recalling when Rin showed off her cow print bikini.
“Even though boys are banned, I wanted to show you the cow outfit, so I excluded it just for you.”
“Well, that’s a relief.”
I’m glad you didn’t wear it.
I almost had to witness another embarrassing spectacle.
Hearing my words, Rin’s face flushed.
Tap.
She proudly places her hand on her ample chest and declares in a dignified tone, “Instead, I’m not wearing any underwear under the kimono, so don’t worry about others’ gaze, and feel free to indulge in my ample bosom. My virginity belongs to you.”
Pff.
Aris, hearing Rin’s words, erupts with bubble tea.
“Oh my! To appeal so boldly!”
“You mean to say not to worry about others’ gazes… Is it true that the rumors of you playing naked in the outdoor courtyard every night are real?!”
“How could you train the previously demure Shinozaki like that? Black Beast! Scary! Kyaaaah!”
Now, I can hear the extras muttering, making me feel dizzy.
Why are they talking like that here?
This is ridiculous.
“Hohoho… For you, I’m ready to devote my body anytime, anywhere…”
“Honestly… this is utterly scandalous. Miss Shinozaki.”
“This is just ridiculous, Shinozaki.”
Aris cut off Rin’s words.
“As the Student Council President, I can’t allow any more misconduct. If you’re done serving, please leave.”
“Kugh…”
Rin bit her lip at Aris’s words. She lowered her head and said,
“Understood, President. Deok-Sung, I’m always ready to be Kim Rin! I’ll be waiting for your call!”
Rin disappeared, throwing one last flirty remark.
Is Kim Rin still not giving up?
My head hurts.
“This misconduct is getting serious…”
Aris pouted her lips, looking slightly annoyed as she cut her fried sweet bread with a fork.
At this moment, I had no real words to say.
I quietly took a bite of the fried sweet bread.
It tasted mediocre, neither delicious nor bad, probably because it was store-bought.
As awkward silence lingered between Aris and me, suddenly…
“Kyaa! It’s Prince Kamiya!” “So cool!”
“It’s been a while since Prince Mode!”
“Assassin Prince is the best!”
I heard some commotion around us.
Turning my head, I saw Makoto.
Her bobbed hair was tied up in a short ponytail, and she wore a butler outfit with pressure bandages, dressed as a boy.
“Ugh, um…”
Makoto blushed in fluster.
“You’re cute even in boy’s clothing, junior.”
Swipe.
Kasumi, wearing a purple maid outfit, placed her hand on Makoto’s shoulder.
“S-Senior…”
In front of them, Eri with cat ears grinned.
“Nyaa! Of course, Makonyaa looks perfect as a butler!”
“Really? Eri, do I suit the butler look?”
“Yep! The Master will agree too, nyaa!”
Makoto’s face turned red at Eri’s unrelenting cat concept response, and her gaze shifted toward me.
She approached me hesitantly, fidgeting.
“Um, Master… I mean, Master…”
Makoto spoke in a timid voice.
“Do I… suit this look?”
Her face was beet red.
“Kyaa! The Prince talked to the Black Beast!”
“The Prince and the Black Beast, this combination might actually be okay?”
“I’m jealous, Black Beast. I wish the Prince would talk to me first!”
As soon as the words left their mouths, the extras around us erupted with nonsense.
What Prince?
I know Makoto is a cute girl dressed as a boy, yet hearing all this infuriated me.
“Not that it doesn’t suit you, but it just doesn’t appeal to me.”
I am not gay.
“Uu… I guess so? A simple girl like me probably doesn’t catch your eye, Master…”
Makoto sulked at my words.
“The Black Beast made the Prince sad!”
“Just like the Black Beast! So ruthless!”
“I wonder which part of Prince Kamiya didn’t appeal to him…”
Extras poured out their criticisms.
[Partner, honestly, that was a bit harsh.]
The Black Prince in my head chimed in.
I didn’t mean it like that.
Still, I really don’t want to see Makoto looking sad.
“No, it’s not that it doesn’t look good, it’s just that the pressure bandages make you look suffocated. Isn’t that bad for your health? Personally, I prefer you as a girl rather than dressed as a boy.”
I refrained from adding that I didn’t want to be misunderstood as gay.
Swack.
Makoto’s face heated up as she heard my words.
Makoto’s face turns bright red upon hearing my words.
Thud, thud.
A strange sound comes from her chest area.
Boom!
Swoosh.
Puff, puff.
As the bandages loosen, her gigantic chest pops out.
What the hell?
What’s going on?
I’m genuinely confused.
“Ha, hawa wa······.”
Thud.
Makoto’s button flies off her shirt, revealing her underwear.
Realizing this, Makoto hastily covers her big chest.
It was a moment straight out of a light novel—a lucky pervert scenario made real.
Honestly, this damn light novel world doesn’t allow even the slightest slack.
[I-I’ll just keep my eyes closed, so it’s okay. Partner.]
The Black Prince’s voice rings in my head.
Keeping your eyes closed, huh?
How can a spirit do that?
“She said she likes me more as a woman······. My lord······.”
Makoto mumbles while red-faced and bowed.
“Gyaaaah!”
“The Black Beast stripped the prince!”
“The rumors that just making eye contact can make a woman go wild are true!”
“D-Don’t look at me! Gyaaaah!”
The café has turned into chaos.
Aris turns her head at this sight.
“Hmph.”
Ugh, seriously.
How long is this ridiculous cosplay café going to last?
With a sigh, I take off my school uniform jacket and wrap it around Makoto.
“Here, wear this. It’s embarrassing to look at.”
“M-My lord······.”
Makoto hugs the school uniform tightly while blushing.
[Oh, our partner. You’ve truly become a wonderful gentleman now. So sweet.]
Just then, when she was mumbling at her lips—
“Hey, y-y-y-you!”
A familiar stuttering voice comes from afar.
It was Olivia’s voice.
Is that a catfight?!
I turn my head.
And there was Olivia, just as I expected.
Dressed in a maid outfit, it’s what’s called a French maid—the deep cleavage and mini skirt are quite revealing.
Underneath, she wore black thigh-high socks and garter belts.
With a maid headband on her head, Olivia’s face is completely red as she awkwardly tries to cover her cleavage with one hand.
When our eyes meet, Olivia’s face turns bright red.
“Uuuhhhh······. W-Why am I in such an embarrassing outfit······. I can’t believe this outfit is called a French maid······. If I wasn’t a personal maid, I would never have worn such a lewd outfit······.”
A French beautiful girl in a French maid outfit.
Should I say it suits her well?
Olivia already has a great body.
So, seeing her in such revealing attire, her long white legs, slender physique, and big chest make it hard to know where to look.
It’s provocative.
Too much so.
Especially since Olivia usually avoids revealing outfits aside from swimsuits.
[Good heavens······.]
Even the Black Prince is at a loss for words.
Extras start whispering as they see French maid Olivia.
“Princess Knight! I’ve never seen such a daring outfit!”
“It might surprisingly be sexy?!”
“Is that the maid outfit she wears on the Black Beast’s bed every night?”
“Wearing such clothes and moaning hotly in bed?! Gyaaaah!”
“It seems the rumors about her being a personal maid and doing this and that are true!”
“Is it true that as a maid, you’ve done all those embarrassing things?!”
Wow.
Olivia’s face turns beet red at the extra’s words.
“Uuuhhhh…”
Olivia’s lips mumble.
She lowers her head.
I’m not sure what’s going on, but despite it being just girls, it feels a bit uncomfortable to see them saying things about Olivia.
And hearing about that Black Beast repeatedly was already getting on my nerves.
Thud.
I slap the table.
Everyone’s gaze turns to me.
I give a comment while looking at the extra.
“What? Are you all here for a show? Shut up. What does it matter what she wears? Got a problem with it?”
At my words, the extras all zip their mouths shut.
Finally, it’s quiet.
[Oh, partner. Did you think of my little sister? I knew you would!]
The Black Prince is rambling in my head.
What thinking? I just wanted to stop hearing about the Black Beast.
“Ugh, hmph…”
Olivia stutters with her bright red face.
She places her hand on her chest.
“Hey, y-you there!”
Her finger points at me.
“Why are you calling?”
“W-w-w-why didn’t you order the injeolmi bingsu?!”
Olivia stutters as she talks to me.
Injeolmi bingsu?
I look back at the menu Eri gave earlier.
There it is, injeolmi bingsu under the fried soboru and dalgona coffee.
But isn’t dalgona coffee also a Korean dessert?
“That…”
I’m speechless at Olivia’s bold accusation.
Did I really have to order that?
“I practiced so hard for that injeolmi bingsu…!!”
Olivia shouts with her eyes tightly shut and her face fully red.
Creak.
I hear the sound of a food cart being rolled beside her.
I turn my head.
Unlike Olivia’s revealing, seductive French maid outfit, this maid is wearing a long skirt and a baggy dress with no exposure at all.
A brown-haired beauty wearing a white hat, it’s Bella.
But wasn’t she French?
Why is she dressed like a Victorian maid from England?
“It’s been a while! Master’s Master.”
Bella lifts the ends of her skirt and greets me.
“What do you mean it’s been a while? We saw each other yesterday.”
What does that old-timer mean by ‘long time no see’? Sure, I couldn’t go on that campfire in Korea, but still…
At my comment, Bella, with a blank expression, replies, “I feel like my presence and significance are diminishing lately. I just thought I’d check if everyone still remembers me, Master’s Master. I might be having an air character crisis.”
That’s absurd.
What a cliché, outdated light novel meta comment about air characters.
“The cooking club’s maid guidance was done by me and Teacher Mayuzumi together. Do you like it? Master’s Master.”
Bella speaks in a calm voice.
Is this the result of that guidance?
As I sigh, a sudden curiosity arises.
“Where’s Teacher Mayuzumi?”
Mayuzumi is the culinary club’s supervising teacher.
Shouldn’t she be here? Although, to be honest, seeing her like I did at the maid café isn’t quite appealing.
“She’s in class.”
