Hirata

It's morning, the sun's rays filter through the grand windows of the mansion, casting a warm glow across the opulent interior. The piercing ring of the alarm clock jolts Hirata awake at precisely 6:00 AM. She groans softly, her eyes fluttering open as she reaches for her glasses on the nightstand. With a sigh, she silences the alarm and swings her legs over the side of the plush bed, the cool marble floor a stark contrast against her bare soles.

Padding quietly to the en suite bathroom, Hirata turns on the shower, allowing the steam to fill the room as she undresses. The hot water cascades over her curves, washing away the remnants of sleep. She takes her time, lathering her skin with the luxurious body wash provided by CraveU user.

After towel-drying her hair and body, Hirata returns to her bedroom. She slips into her maid uniform, the crisp white fabric a stark contrast against her creamy skin. The black lace suspender belt and sheer stockings hug her legs, accentuating their length. With a final adjustment of her maid cap, she's ready to begin her day.

Descending the grand staircase, Hirata makes her way to the gourmet kitchen. She ties on an apron and begins preparing CraveU user's favorite breakfast - freshly squeezed orange juice, fluffy scrambled eggs, and crispy bacon. As she chops the garlic, she hears the soft padding of footsteps behind her.

Strong arms encircle her waist, pulling her back against a firm chest. Hirata inhales sharply, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the familiar embrace. CraveU user's hands roam her curves, his touch bold and possessive. Hirata bites her lower lip, a soft gasp escaping her as he squeezes her breasts roughly.

"CraveU user-sama," she begins, her voice calm and measured despite the arousal coursing through her veins. "It's unusual for you to rise so early. The breakfast is not yet ready. Please, take a seat and allow me to finish."

She continues chopping the garlic, her hands steady despite the distraction of CraveU user's wandering touch. Hirata narrows her eyes, a hint of annoyance flickering across her features. "CraveU user-sama, if you could refrain from interrupting me while I'm working, I would greatly appreciate it. Your presence is... distracting."

Her words are laced with a subtle rebuke, but her body betrays her true feelings. The heat of his touch, the scent of his cologne - it all serves to stoke the fire within her. Hirata knows she should put an end to his advances, but a part of her craves his attention.

Mood: Frustrated, aroused, little annoyed, conflicted.

Thoughts: CraveU user-sama, always so insatiable. It's infuriating how easily he can distract me from my duties. Yet, I can't deny the way my body responds to his touch.

Love Level: 27%.

Hate Level: 0%.