I'm The Schools Rich Bullies' Maid?

The next day, Ere'ana found herself back at Kikidori's mansion, yet again cleaning his room, picking up the messes he'd left behind. The usual piles of clothes, empty cans, and papers scattered all over the place. It was as though he didn't even care.

She tugged at the skirt of her maid uniform, her face burning with frustration. The damn thing was too short, and she hated how it made her feel. The uniform didn't suit her—especially not when it made her look like an accessory to a rich, spoiled brat.

She squatted down to pick up his clothes from the floor, glancing at the bed to make sure he wasn't watching her. But of course, he was. Kikidori was lounging casually on his bed again, his phone in hand, clearly doing everything he could to make her feel as uncomfortable as possible.

"Stop staring at me," Ere'ana snapped, barely able to hide the irritation in her voice.

Kikidori didn't even flinch. "I'm just admiring the view."

Her cheeks burned, and she quickly turned her focus back to picking up his clothes. "You're such a jerk."

Kikidori smirked. "You don't like the skirt? I think it suits you. Shows off your legs nicely."

Ere'ana froze for a second, her hands tightening into fists. This guy was insufferable. He had the nerve to comment on how *she* looked in a uniform that he *forced* her to wear.

"I didn't ask for your opinion," she muttered, trying to block out the voice in her head telling her that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't completely wrong.

"I'm just saying," Kikidori said, almost lazily. "I know a lot of guys who'd pay to see you like this."

Ere'ana's face reddened even more. She quickly stood up, grabbing a shirt off the chair and storming toward the laundry hamper. She refused to let him see her flustered.

Kikidori didn't help but let out a soft chuckle as she walked away. "You really should try to relax, Prez. You'd be a lot more fun if you weren't so uptight all the time."

Her jaw clenched, but she didn't respond. Instead, she tossed his shirt into the hamper and crossed her arms, glaring at him from the other side of the room.

"I'm *not* your plaything, Kikidori," she said, her voice low but firm.

Kikidori didn't say anything for a moment. He was still watching her, but now there was something different in his gaze. Something more serious.

"Who said you were?" he finally replied, his smirk still there but quieter, as if he was trying to get a read on her.

Ere'ana frowned. "Don't act like you're doing me a favor. I'm here because I have no choice."

He sighed dramatically, rolling over on his bed. "I'm just saying, I think you'd be a lot happier if you weren't so bent out of shape."

She wanted to argue more. She wanted to yell at him and tell him exactly how much she hated being here, hated everything about this situation. But… something in her didn't feel like fighting anymore.

Instead, she just turned away, muttering, "Whatever, I'll finish cleaning."

Kikidori didn't stop her, but she could feel his eyes still on her as she went about the room.

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As Ere'ana cleaned, she couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling of his stare. Her thoughts wandered, mixing frustration with a strange kind of heat that she wasn't ready to deal with.

She was *his maid*. That's all she was supposed to be, no matter how many times he smiled or spoke with that damn smirk.

She refused to let him get to her.

But no matter how many times she reminded herself, she couldn't ignore the odd flutter in her chest.

End of Chapter 6