Chapter 145
AU: The Heiress and The Bodyguard Part 11
Wakako sat nervously on the hotel sofa.
Even though it was just an ordinary lounge room, the decor was so luxurious it felt like a castle. Despite her experience with high-end environments, she suddenly felt like a child, terrified she might accidentally damage something.
But more than that, she was worried… Miss Miki seemed angry. Why else would she have that icy, almost murderous look in her eyes, ordering Wakako to wait here and not go anywhere
Had she done something wrong? She had wanted to ask for a photo, but she hadn’t even voiced the request…
Wakako’s thoughts churned in confusion, unable to make sense of it.
A few minutes later, the door opened.
Miss Miki entered, alone, holding several sheets of paper.
She stood there, seemingly harmless, yet Wakako felt an inexplicable fear.
She didn’t even know what she was afraid of.
Miss Miki wasn’t going to eat her.
As Miki approached, Wakako saw what was on the papers: a contract.
Not the usual bodyguard contract, but… an offer to become her assistant, with an incredibly generous salary!
“Be my assistant,” Miki asked curtly, looking down at her. “Will you sign it?”
It took Wakako a moment to process the offer. She nearly jumped out of her seat. “M-me? Me?”
“Yes, you.”
She had temporarily filled in as Miki’s assistant while the other was on leave, but that didn’t mean she was qualified for the position!
“How can I be your assistant?” Wakako stammered. “I’ve always been a bodyguard…”
Miki said calmly: “The contract can be modified, the title doesn’t matter.”
“But I have to follow my team’s orders…”
“I’ll buy out your exclusive contract from your team.”
The thought of leaving her teammates filled Wakako with anxiety. “No, I don’t want to leave them.”
Hearing this, Miki’s expression hardened, but she remained composed.
After a moment, she spoke. “You can return to your team for half the year. The other half, you stay with me. That’s my final offer.”
That… wasn’t unreasonable…
Wakako, still confused, tilted her head, thinking. Then she realized the biggest question remained unanswered. “Why do you want me to be your assistant?”
Surely many talented people would eagerly replace the current assistant…
“You don’t want to?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to, but…”
“Then sign it.”
Wakako bit her lip, conflicted, unsure how to express her feelings.
If she had received this offer before today, she might have seriously considered it, perhaps even impulsively agreed to stay by Miki’s side.
But now, knowing about Miss Han, she couldn’t…
“Are you always this quick to give up?”
Miki stepped closer, her gaze fixed on Wakako.
Wearing high heels, she was now eye-level with Wakako, perhaps even slightly taller. Her voice was sharp, each word precise.
“Weren’t you just yesterday fantasizing about being my dog?”
Wakako’s eyes widened. I’m doomed.
She instinctively tried to back away, but the sofa prevented her.
She had thought about it, many times, but she had never said it aloud. How did Miss Miki know?
Before she could explain, Miki continued, her words like a barrage of bullets, shattering Wakako’s defenses.
“While watching me read from the balcony, weren’t you thinking about staying by my side forever?”
“In the conference room, weren’t you willing to be splashed with water, stepped on, just to see my cold expression?”
“And now you’ve seen it. How does it feel? Do you like it?”
Miki raised an eyebrow slightly, her voice soft, the picture of a refined heiress, but her eyes were cold.
Wakako stared at her, entranced. Yes, I’ve seen it. She’s beautiful—like a goddess descended to earth.
So lost in her thoughts, Wakako forgot she was being questioned until Miki leaned closer. Startled, Wakako instinctively shrank back, but the sofa behind her offered no escape.
“Even last night, in the bathroom… weren’t you calling my name while touching yourself?”
No… Impossible…
She hadn’t made a sound. At least, she thought she hadn’t. Maybe, in those final moments, a whisper had slipped past her lips—but how could anyone have heard it?.
Seeing the color drain from Wakako’s face, a faint smile played on Miki’s lips: “I know everything.”
Wakako felt as if her heart were being pulled by the intensity of Miki’s gaze, every part of her drawn to it.
She didn’t care how Miki knew; all she cared about was that Miki wouldn’t look at her with disgust
Don’t hate me.
“I didn’t mean to,” Wakako heard her voice waver. “I just… didn’t want to leave… I’m sorry…”
Last night, as she soaked in the warm bath, surrounded by steam, Wakako let her mind wander. For a brief moment, she imagined that the warmth around her was Miki’s embrace.
It was a fleeting, foolish thought. But before she realized it, her hands had moved on their own.
Her mind had been consumed by images of Miki: her face, her delicate fingers resting on a white porcelain cup as she drank.
“Miki…” she had murmured over and over in her head.
Until, finally, the words escaped her lips, quietly but undeniably.
How does she know?
Please don’t hate me, no matter how you found out.
Tears welled up in her eyes, her nose stinging as emotion overwhelmed her.
Miki said calmly: “I don’t hate you.”
Last night, she hadn’t been able to sleep. Standing on the fourth-floor balcony, enjoying the night air, she had heard the sounds from the third floor and, inexplicably, found herself drawn to the bathroom door.
She had heard every thought in Wakako’s mind.
But she hadn’t felt disgusted. She had even felt an urge to open the door and fulfill the poor girl’s desires.
At that moment, Miki realized something.
She’d changed, somehow.
“If you like me, don’t give up.”
“I don’t like men. I’ve also never liked another woman,” she added, her eyes locking onto Wakako’s stunned face. “But I’ve always wanted a loyal German Shepherd. One that listens to me.”
“To listen means that everything—from what work you do to what you wear each day—should be decided by me. Do you understand.”
“Understand?”
Wakako’s training made obedience her instinct. She nodded reflexively, startled.
“Do you agree?”
Wakako hesitated, about to speak, but Miki accurately predicted her thoughts.
“I have no relationship with Miss Han,” Miki said. “Tonight’s event wasn’t held to announce any engagement. If that’s what’s worrying you, you don’t need to sign the contract. Name your price—I’ll give you as much as you want.”
“I…” Wakako looked up. “I don’t want money.”
“I know,” Miki replied. “I just don’t know what else I can give you.”
Money was all she had.
“I still don’t understand…” Wakako asked hesitantly, “What does being an assistant have to do with a dog?”
She lowered her head, voice barely audible: “And what does it have to do with whether you like men or women?”
…What an idiot.
Miki stayed silent, just watching, until after nearly a minute, Wakako’s fingers trembled with sudden understanding.
— Does she mean… she wants to be with me…?
“Yes.”
Miki said, then asked: “So, do you agree?”
— Is this a dream?
“It’s not a dream.”
— I…
“I heard you. You agree.”
Miki’s hand rested on the neckline of the pale yellow dress—the one she had personally chosen for Wakako.
“The dress I picked for you… I’ll be the one to tear it apart,” she said, her tone as calm as ever. “Do you understand?”
Wakako was speechless
“Answer me.”
“Y-yes.”
Wakako didn’t know what she understood, but before she could react, the dress ripped at the neckline.
The fabric tore, the sound echoing in the room. A blush spread across Wakako’s face and down her neck.
Wakako ducked her head, covering herself shyly, ashamed to be seen.
Suddenly, Miki hesitated.
Somehow this scene felt intensely familiar. It was as if she had once looked at someone else in this same way—someone whose face had turned red as they nervously followed her commands.
So familiar… but I can’t remember when or where.
“Do you want me to continue?” Miki asked softly.
Wakako didn’t need to answer; Miki seemed to read her mind.
“Touch yourself,” Miki commanded.
— I can’t…
“You were doing just fine last night.”
— Absolutely not…
“That’s an order.”
Tears welled up in Wakako’s eyes. Despite her training, despite her capability to escape the situation, she found herself staying. She moved hesitantly, trembling as tears finally spilled down her cheeks—though whether they were tears or something else entirely, she couldn’t say.
Before they could drop, another pair of lips caught them gently, swallowing them, voice slightly muffled: “Don’t cry… silly puppy.”
Am I really… just a puppy?
Would a puppy kneel before its master like this?
The scent of cherries filled the air, a net from which there was no escape, a scent she had already grown accustomed to.
It was the first time she had been spanked, yet the thrill felt familiar, as if repeated a thousand times.
The first time her lips were kissed, swollen and bruised, Miki’s kisses trailing across her cheeks, her dimples, then lower, biting, teasing, until she couldn’t bear it, yet feeling strangely safe.
The first time she was filled, yet wanting more…
— Maybe… just maybe…
“Maybe we really met in a past life.” Miki whispered, her free hand ripping the dress further.
Otherwise, why would you feel so different from everyone else?
***
Back at the international airport.
Lin Lin, her hair a tousled mess from sleep, stared at the plane ticket in her hands with a grave expression, still struggling to process what had happened.
How did a routine mission end with my shijie running off?!
Yesterday, when Wakako hadn’t returned for hours, Lin Lin had been worried, only to learn that Miss Miki had called her to the lounge.
When she finally saw Wakako again, she received shocking news: “Lin Lin, Miss Miki and I are together… I’ll be staying with her.”
Lin Lin: ?
Even more shocking was Miki herself standing behind Wakako, nodding in quiet affirmation.
Lin Lin: ???
She had always thought her chances of becoming president were higher than this happening.
They had arrived on this mission together, but now Lin Lin was heading home alone.
She knew Wakako wasn’t leaving the team permanently, but she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. Wakako had been by her side for every mission since she joined the team. It was hard to say goodbye.
Damn these capitalists! Give me back my shijie! She means so much to me—how could you just take her!!!
Feeling frustrated, Lin Lin opened her phone, only to see a new status update from Wakako’s social media.
— In a relationship, so happy~
Lin Lin was speechless.
She sighed heavily. Why did I even hope for anything from my idiot shijie?
Fine. Let the lovestruck fool and her capitalist heiress live happily ever after.
(▼へ▼) Go ahead—be her personal bodyguard for life!
