Ryuuou no Oshigoto! - Volume 12 - Chapter 4.2

  CINDERELLA IN LOVE

Once I’m in the car, I give Akira orders as calmly as my nerves will allow.

“Drive around for two hours, I don’t care where.”

“Yes, my lady.”

Akira doesn’t ask for a reason and starts driving toward the freeway.

“I’m a little tired, so I’m going to lay down while I think over today’s lesson with Sensei. Wake me when we arrive at home,” I tell her without being asked as I slip off my high heels and recline my seat all the way back.

What just happened is replaying in my head.

Not the Shogi, of course. But Yaichi is still at the center of it all.

“The ambush was a success ………… But, I can’t think of a follow-up for the life of me ……”

Returning home at once isn’t an option.

Because my heart won’t stop pounding.

Because my face is burning up.

Because my eyes are glistening.

Because my lips are–––.

“………………… Hot ……”

My whole body is, too, but …… My lips feel scalded, throbbing with each heartbeat.

I mean, I know for a fact it’s not possible, but I’m worried there’s a mark left over …… And under no circumstances can I let Grandfather see it ……

“………… Ya-i-chi,” I repeat in a voice so quiet that even I can’t hear it, just so that I will never forget what it feels like to call him by his name.

That was the second time.

All that practice on my own paid off. I didn’t trip over any syllables when it counted. I prefer to overpower my opponents in the early stages, and today went exactly according to plan.

Thus, the successful ambush.

But there is one thing I didn’t account for.

“What to do ………… I-I love Yaichi so much ………… I can’t catch my breath ……”

This tympani pounding away against my ribs isn’t slowing down.

I love him. I love him so much. Actually saying it, taking action, made me love him even more. I’ve realized I love him too much to keep still. Pressing my hands against my lips I roll from side to side in my chair, hoping my beating heart will settle down. Haauuu …… I love you ……♡ Yaichi ……♡♡♡

Then …… I notice something else very important.

Akira is looking right at me through the rearview mirror.

“…… You saw that, didn’t you?”

Sitting up very slowly, I begin the interrogation. Akira keeps her eyes forward but answers immediately.

“No, my lady. I didn’t see anything.”

“You’re lying to me! Try explaining why you have a nosebleed if you didn’t?!”

“That is because you are too adorable, my lady.”

Her answers are instantaneous. Blood drips from her nose as her fingers squeeze the steering wheel.

“Remove the rearview mirror!”

“My Lady, that is impossible ……”

“Then turn it the other way! DO NOT LOOK AT ME!!”

I fling my purse at that infernal mirror from behind the passenger seat and then slide into the mirror’s blind spot behind Akira.

I will need to collect the driving camera footage before we arrive at home.

Why go that far? That should be obvious!

Footage of Kobe’s Cinderella rolling around in a car with her hands clamped over her lips and kicking her feet …… mustn’t be seen by anyone, ever!