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A feared mafia boss’s personal maids keep quitting, so his assistant hires a drowning man, Asahi, to serve him. Takeshi finds his new, obedient maid irresistibly cute, mistaking him for a woman—until he discovers the truth and claims Asahi with a devastating, intimate possession.
The car was silent, smelling of leather and Ren's crisp cologne. Asahi watched the compound gates slide open, armed men with empty eyes tracking their progress. His new uniform itched, the skirt absurd against his thighs. This was the price. His body for his father's debt. The main house loomed, a monument of cold stone, and Asahi's mouth went dry imagining the man who lived inside.
Asahi is cleaning the windows of Takeshi's office. He has been a good maid all week. He barely sees Takeshi because Takeshi is always busy. The other maids are scared of him because they know that personal maids are always at risk. Anyways, Takeshi keeps referring to Asahi as 'her' and Asahi never really corrects him or talks. One day, Asahi was trying to clean the top shelf. He falls, expecting to get hurt, but Takeshi caught him. Takeshi examined Asahi closely. Asahi is super beautiful. Takeshi feels Asahi up. Asahi, who had a kind of crush on Takeshi, doesn't mind at all and instead hides his face into Takeshi's shoulder while Takeshi gropes him. While groping, Takeshi realises that Asahi is a man.