E-Book Exclusive Short Story "Nawagami-san Won't Tidy Up"

One of the things I did daily as her exclusive butler was cleaning.

The living room, the bathroom, the entryway. The inside of the freezer, which was always stocked with lots of ice cream.

The entire living space has been consistently kept clean and organized ever since the first day I arrived—which was also the day Nawagami-san's D.M. secret was revealed.

Unlike other duties, cleaning is quite simple because it only requires meticulous effort.

And besides, you know. It’s certainly healthier than handcuffing Nawagami-san and forcing her to submit, or petting her belly like a pet. It fits the pretense of maintaining her livelihood, and it doesn't lead to her melting into a submissive mess and clinging to me… Though I have to admit, I was the one who was secretly happy about the role reversal. Now, I even want to satisfy her M-core with that thing and this other thing… putting those kinds of delusions aside for a moment, the fact remains:

I personally enjoy cleaning, and I'm happy to keep every surface spotless.

Except for Nawagami-san’s room.

It was a Sunday morning, and I was busy making gelato, an ice cream relative.

"Imashino-kun. You don't seem to have any plans to go out, so I need you to help me find something I lost."

"? Yeah, sure. I needed some time for the gelato to freeze anyway."

"I understand your hesitation, so in return, I will give you a 'Ticket to Get Any Punishment You Want.'"

"I said yes immediately. Wait, did you even listen to my agreement?"

"Because I trust Master, and I think I can accept any punishment… For example, next time, could you fondle a different part of my body instead of my tummy?♥♥"

"—Hey. If you have time to be horny in the middle of the day, first tell me what you lost."

"The air conditioner remote."

She answered instantly. I see. I'd better find it before the room turns into a sauna.

"Ahem. And this is merely a request. It's not a command for my exclusive butler, and since it’s Sunday, you don't need to strictly wear a suit. Your neat summer knit clothes are fine, really… Hmph. Understood?"

Nawagami-san subtly pressed me to wear my casual clothes and use my everyday speech.

I was fine with that, but since we were searching, there were a few things I needed to clarify.

"I doubt you brought it into the living room, so it's probably somewhere in your room."

"I suppose so. I've already searched to some extent, but I haven't found it."

"Right. But then, unlike simply waking you up in the morning, I'll be searching every corner of your room."

"If you're worried about 'privacy' or things I don't want you to see, you don't need to worry. The really bad things were gathered up and disposed of ages ago."

"In that case, are those gear items safe…? H-What were those really bad things?"

"—, —, —, —"

"Got it. So there are no such things now. Then I can search with peace of mind!"

Since she started waking up on her own, I hadn’t entered Nawagami-san's room much anymore. I wanted to respect her personal space. The real excuse was that I was worried about inadvertently walking in and discovering a new fetish of hers…

However. The impression I had upon entering her room for the first time in a while was mostly the same as before.

"It’s still messy…"

"Huh? Wait, did you just say messy?! Beep-beep! Red card! Get out now!"

I was whistled at and given a turn-around gesture. But she invited me in herself, though!

"But this is rare. For Imashino-kun to miss the line for verbal abuse… Master? Even I feel hurt when you use the word 'messy'! That's a forbidden word for a maiden."

"I was talking about the room, and how could a maiden's room look like this anyway?"

I pointed an accusing finger at the scattered mess on the floor.

There were nail polish remover, an anime tapestry, empty ice cream bags, and various other things… Among them was a single item, a distinct-looking, real whip.

It looked like black leather, exuding a tough, intimidating aura unlike any of her other gear.

"Nawagami-san. With all due respect, this one is a bit too real…!"

"This one? Ah, you mean this whip?… You're right. Maybe I should let you experience it."

"? Experience…? Gyaah! I-It hurt!… It didn't hurt at all."

The tip of the whip was suddenly cracked against my back, but only the sound was intense.

The only thing I felt was the air pressure. My initial thought that it hurt was a complete delusion.

"I only need to act like I'm hitting you with these types of props, so there’s no need for actual pain—You thought my D.M. kink was too convenient? Is there something wrong with that?"

"It looks like we’d find it faster if we just tidied up the whole room, you know (ignoring her)."

I opened a large garbage bag and started tossing only the garbage into it.

"Heheh, it feels so good to be ignored by Master… There. Be my guest."

"Be your guest for what?"

"A chance to get your payback. So, be my guest.♥"

"……………………"

While I stayed silent, Nawagami-san forced the (zero-attack-power) whip into my open palm.

"Nawagami-san. This is just too bad for my reputation."

"W-Well, if you say that, you'll deny all our days of role-reversal with Master, won't you… Ugh, sniff, sob…!"

"Even if you throw a fit, some things are simply not acceptable."

"…! I already explained that it doesn't hurt! Hurry up and flog me!"

"She immediately switched from a tearful plea to pure brute-force demands when she realized crying wouldn't work."

She was nagging, but this particular item was just a little too much for us right now.

"Sure, the whip might be allowed someday, but I’d like to take things one step at a time first—"

As I spoke, my gaze shifted and fell on something I found even worse than the whip.

"This green, limp, deflated cup… What is this?"

"…Ah! That’s the matcha ice cream I left out earlier, meaning to eat it later, isn’t it!"

"And what about these spots scattered all over the floor?—Those are the melted remnants of that ice cream, aren't they?"

"…I-I… I regret the waste…! Nnngh! ~~~nnghhh♥♥♥♥"

At about a third of the speed Nawagami-san had moved, I struck the tip of the whip against her.

It didn't sound like a 'smack!' but more of a 'tap,' which showed how much I had toned down the force. Even with that carefully moderated single strike, Nawagami-san's whole body shook, just as she had described.

"I-I'm so sorry for wasting the ice cream…////"

Nawagami-san once again internally reviewed the importance of not wasting food—Incidentally:

After a thorough clean-up, the remote was found inside Nawagami-san’s school bag.

Where was she even keeping it?!