The security interview proved absurdly easy.
Physical tests became trivial demonstrations of Takakai's superhuman abilities. Background checks were waived thanks to dual recommendations from the Fujiwara and Shijou families. Within an hour, the awed interviewer outlined his schedule:
"Four rotating shifts, six-hour daily slots, three days off weekly. Patrol zones are fixed, but emergency response is mandatory. Salary starts at this figure—acceptable?"
The man spoke with newfound respect, clearly mistaking Takakai for some elite operative.
"Perfect. I can start immediately."
After parting ways, Takakai checked Maki's message—she'd already returned to class, assuring him the job was just a cover. No actual work required, full pay guaranteed.
Wait, this is basically being a sugar baby.
The realization hit uncomfortably. Here he was, a dual-S-ranked player with godlike blessings, getting bankrolled by two high school girls.
This won't do. I need to—
His righteous resolve crumbled upon noticing Demon Slayer: Swordsmith Village Arc had updated. Soon he was lounging in the air-conditioned security office, binge-watching anime until Maki's disapproving face appeared at the window.
"At least pretend to work! Other guards will resent special treatment."
She flicked his chest after he emerged.
"Yes yes, my apologies, ojou-sama. Though shouldn't we keep distance? Student-guard intimacy might spark rumors."
Takakai recalled Shuchi'in's notorious gossip mills.
"Who cares? Thanks to your very public hug last month, the whole school thinks I'm dating some shady older man. My parents needed hours of explanation."
Though her cheeks pinked at the memory. That embrace had been thrilling... if utterly reckless.
Why must he always be so hands-on?
Yet for all her complaints, she'd packed two lunchboxes today.
Their secluded bench lunch became an impromptu feeding game—Takakai cheerfully swapping bites while Maki grew increasingly flustered. Unbeknownst to them, a certain blonde maid observed from the shadows, her empty stomach fueling existential despair.
"Resign... I must resign..."
Hayasaka Ai's eye twitched as she documented their saccharine antics for Lady Kaguya's doomed "Seduction Plan".