"Hey, wake up and get up already!"
The door swung open, and in stepped a young woman dressed in a maid outfit. However, her tone was sharp, and her expression carried a hint of disdain.
"Uh…?! Wait, are you—Kamuro Masumi?"
When Hachiman's eyes landed on her face, he froze for a second.
"Of course. Who else do you think I am?"
Kamuro Masumi shot him a displeased look.
"Uh… long time no see?" Hachiman said awkwardly, instinctively offering a greeting.
In his memory, Kamuro Masumi had been his first friend when he entered the Advanced Nurturing High School. But after that, they barely kept in touch because of the constant exam pressure.
"Ugh, I just took a two-day break to go home…"
"What's this? Did you miss me that much?"
Kamuro's cold expression twisted into a faint smile.
"Yes… haha…"
At that moment, all Hachiman could do was give a dry laugh.
"Alright," Kamuro said, her tone turning brisk.
"Stop dragging this out and get to work."
As she spoke, Kamuro Masumi began to unbutton her maid outfit.
"!!!!"
Hold on.
What is going on here?!
Hachiman's mind raced.
Could it be that his dream wife this time was… Kamuro Masumi?
That doesn't seem right…
After his previous dream where he saw Airi but ended up with Haruka as his wife, Hachiman had learned to be cautious.
The first thing he said—"Are you Kamuro Masumi?"—was a test, just to see if she'd confirm her identity.
She didn't deny it. So it really was Kamuro Masumi, not some dream variant.
But then… why is she unbuttoning her maid outfit?!
"Wait a second, Kamuro!"
"This… This doesn't seem right, does it?"
Hachiman forced his gaze away from her exposed collarbone, trying to maintain his composure.
"Even though my wife isn't around, but…"
As a proper househusband, Hachiman still took his duties seriously!
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Kamuro furrowed her brow and pointed to the door.
"Your wife is having breakfast in the living room."
Oh no…
So you're the mistress trying to seduce the husband while the wife's still home?!
Hachiman's thoughts were in chaos. He couldn't make sense of this situation at all.
"Get a move on. Stop pretending to be a decent guy," Kamuro said impatiently.
"Ever since university, haven't things been like this?"
Hachiman felt like his brain was about to short-circuit.
"Enough! These strange ideas are corrupting my mind!"
He slumped his shoulders, nearly in tears.
"Anyway, I'm not interested right now. You… you go first. I'll just go wash up."
Hachiman straightened his back as he spoke firmly.
Kamuro's eyes flicked downward, a subtle expression passing over her face before she sneered.
"Heh. Men. If you've got the guts, then don't come crawling back later."
Help!
What kind of twisted marriage is this?!
Wait—could this be a trap?
Is the wife intentionally sending the beautiful maid to test the husband, so she can catch him cheating and divorce him—leaving him penniless and humiliated?
…Well, to be honest, he wasn't really worried about the money.
After thinking it through, Hachiman just gave up trying to figure it out.
After all, this was just a dream.
After washing up, Hachiman walked into the living room.
At the Western-style dining table sat a young woman with silver hair…
Wait.
Was that—?
Is that… Sakayanagi Arisu?!
How could it be her?!
Hachiman's eyes nearly popped out, and he almost shouted in disbelief.
Sakayanagi Arisu looked surprised to hear her name from him, but smiled gracefully.
"Good morning, Hachiman."
Huh?
Hachiman's mind scrambled.
This can't be real… My dream wife? No, this isn't part of the plan…
The idea of becoming a househusband to a rich woman was something he'd half-joked about before.
After all, his dream was to be pampered by a beautiful, wealthy lady.
But Sakayanagi? Absolutely not!
That woman was definitely not someone you could take lightly!
"Tsk. What's with you, Hachiman? Was it because Masumi didn't take care of you properly?"
Sakayanagi smiled with an elegant, teasing tone.
"Tch, what does that have to do with me? We didn't do anything today," Kamuro Masumi said bluntly—her words making things even more awkward.
"Ah, that's rare~"
"Hachiman's usually so… energetic every day."
Sakayanagi tilted her head, her pale cheeks taking on a faint blush. A mischievous gleam flickered in her eyes.
"Maybe… just once… as your wife, I could."
"???"
"Huh???"
Hachiman froze. His entire body filled with question marks.
At that moment, his brain's CPU was about to overheat.
Where's the alarm clock?!
Hurry up and pull me out of this bizarre dream and back into reality!!!