Chapter 146
AU: The Heiress and The Bodyguard Part 12
After that, Wakako’s life transformed as she became Miss Miki’s personal bodyguard and assistant.
They spent quite an passionate period together, working diligently during the day and continuing their… efforts into the night.
The common thread was that whether day or night, Wakako followed Miki’s instructions. The difference was…
Why was Miki so different in public and private?
This didn’t particularly trouble Wakako, though she found it strange.
At the company, Miki was always strict, demanding high standards for work. It wasn’t just others; even Wakako, despite their relationship, would be corrected directly if she made a mistake. If the error was particularly stupid, it would be accompanied by a merciless critique.
But at night… Miki became more forgiving of Wakako’s mistakes, even patiently guiding her.
“Lift it up.”
“Do you see my hand?”
“Sit down a little lower.”
Wakako knew how clumsy she was, both day and night.
For example, when Miki told her to sit down.
Such a simple action, easy for anyone, yet she couldn’t overcome her shyness, on the verge of tears.
She had never cried, no matter how arduous the training, but in front of Miki, she seemed to have developed a tearful constitution.
Her knees touched the soft bed, yet they stiffened. Unable to bend them, Wakako felt like she was falling apart.
“I’m sorry…” she heard herself say, her voice trembling as though her body was no longer under her control.
A moment later, Miki’s hand rested on Wakako’s head.
Wakako’s hair, now much longer than when she’d cut it short for the Miki of missions, fell past her waist.
Wakako followed Miki’s wishes without question. Miki liked her hair long, so she let it grow.
Miki gently stroked the now softer, longer hair.
“Don’t say sorry,” she said. “And don’t cry.”
“I… I can’t sit down…”
Miki gestured for Wakako to come closer, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.
“Don’t be afraid. Hold my hand.” she whispered by her ear. “I’ll close my eyes.”
Her lashes rested calmly against her skin as her eyes shut.
Miki had given control to Wakako.
Wakako reached out with trembling hands, touching those perpetually cool fingertips that never seemed to warm, no matter how much heat radiated from her own skin.
It was this same hand that had struck her not long ago. Her body shuddered, and tears fell, staining the floor and wetting Miki’s feet.
She always made a mess.
Miki’s teasing voice echoed, “Aren’t you going to ask for my help?”
Why ask for help when she should stay inside her forever.
Wakako thought.
Gazing at the familiar face, instinct finally overcame her hesitation.
She took Miki’s hand.
Just like that time alone in the bathroom thinking of Miki, except now it was Miki’s hand instead of her own.
Miki kept her eyes closed, leaning in to kiss her, soft kisses on her cheeks and lips, then lower, biting her the way Wakako liked, not letting go even when she drew blood.
Wakako couldn’t feel pain, yet in that moment, she felt an inexplicable ache. She didn’t dislike it—in fact, for a fleeting second, she wished Miki would devour her completely.
Before long, she had made another mess, dirtying Miki and their bed.
This time, Wakako did it on purpose. She wanted to leave a mark, something to remain on Miki’s clothes.
A flaw in perfect jade.
The flawless, perfect Miki, and her—stain.
Was she a bad girl?
***
Miki had promised Wakako freedom. Each year, Wakako would spend half her time by Miki’s side and the other half returning to her team to continue her previous work.
After six months, Wakako finally rejoined her team, genuinely happy to be back. It had been so long since she’d lived with her teammates.
Their team rented an apartment in a residential complex. She expertly unlocked the door with her fingerprint, finding Lin Lin in the living room, eating breakfast.
“Lin Lin!” Wakako missed her shimie so much she couldn’t contain her excited tone.
But Lin Lin didn’t even look up, just giving a mere “mm” in response.
“What’s wrong?” Wakako was puzzled. “Are you mad?”
Lin Lin remained expressionless. “Oh, you finally remembered to come back. I thought you were going to stay sweet and lovey-dovey with Miss Miki forever, hmph.”
Any normal person would understand this was complaints about her sister being gone too long, but Wakako only focused on the words “Miss Miki.”
“Well, these past months…” she couldn’t suppress her smile, lowering her head shyly. “…It really was sweet. Miki treats me so well.”
Lin Lin: …
“Who asked you? Who asked? Why don’t you print it out and hang it on the wall and frame it? Announce to the world that you have a girlfriend?”
Wakako blinked. “I actually did print out a photo of us together… would you mind if I put it on the living room coffee table?”
Lin Lin felt like she couldn’t stay in this world another second. She stood up to leave, but Wakako caught her in time.
“Okay, okay, don’t be mad at me. See? I’m back now!”
“Do you know how lonely I’ve been these past six months? Waaah! Bad Wakako!”
“That’s why I brought you a present! Look, see if you like it.”
After bickering for a while, the two eventually made up as usual.
Lin Lin offered to help Wakako with her luggage, but Wakako hesitated. “Lin Lin, I…”
“What?”
“I want to have my own room.”
When Lin Lin first joined the team, she was young and afraid to sleep alone. So, even though they had separate rooms, they always shared a bed, chatting late into the night.
Wakako nervously confessed, expecting Lin Lin to be upset. She racked her brain for ways to appease her, but Lin Lin simply said, “Oh.”
“…Oh?”
Without another word, Lin Lin turned and pushed Wakako’s luggage toward the long-vacant spare room. “Suit yourself.”
What Wakako didn’t know was that, outwardly calm as Lin Lin seemed, her heart had already cracked. That night, Lin Lin lay in bed quietly wiping her tears.
Waaah, what happened to my shijie?
Lin Lin stared at her empty room, heartbroken, then opened a text message on her phone. It read: “Your bank account ending in XXXX has received a deposit. Transfer memo: Emotional damage compensation – Miki.”
Lin Lin: !?
That evil capitalist! Did she really think money could buy her and Wakako’s years of friendship? Wait… ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands… Okay, maybe it could.
A sly smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and within seconds, thoughts of her shijie were conveniently forgotten.
***
Next door, Wakako lying alone in bed also felt quite uncomfortable.
Before, she had shared a room with Lin Lin, then lived with Miki – she wasn’t used to sleeping alone.
Wakako really wanted to chat with Lin Lin before bed, but they had their reasons for living separately now.
There were still twenty minutes before their agreed time. She could relax online, but somehow she felt nervous.
Wakako stared at the brand-new toy, making sure the door was locked before finally summoning the courage to open the box.
It had two functions. One end was for suction, the other long and slender, finger-shaped, clearly meant to replace fingers going inside …
Even the elegant contours were very similar to Miki’s hands.
Wakako suddenly felt afraid. Could she skip the second function? No, could she just not use this thing at all?
Why had she agreed to this in the first place…?
At ten o’clock, right on time, Miki called her.
Wakako trembled as she pressed accept, but instead of seeing Miki’s face on screen, it was just a regular voice call.
Miki was on a business trip abroad, making video calls inconvenient.
“Did you open it?” Miki asked.
Wakako knew what she meant, answering in a tiny voice. “Yes… Can I not use it?”
“Why not?” Miki countered, “Didn’t we agree?”
Their initial agreement was that during Wakako’s time back with her team, they would call every day.
This request seemed reasonable for couples in love, so Wakako readily agreed, not expecting Miki to add, “You’ll use this while we talk.”
“This ” was the box Wakako had just opened.
A custom-made toy.
“We did agree, but…” Wakako stammered. “I don’t know how to use it.”
Miki chuckled softly over the phone.
“You don’t?” she repeated the words questioningly, “Haven’t you used my hands before?”
Wakako’s face instantly turned red.
“That’s different…” she mumbled.
“How is it different?”
Wakako fumbled for a rebuttal, but couldn’t find a suitable excuse.
“I have a meeting soon,” Miki continued. “We don’t have much time to talk. Do you really want to waste it?”
Wakako lowered her head. “No… I don’t want to waste it.”
Miki paused. “Then do as I say.”
“…”
“Did you wash it?”
“Yes…”
“Did you sterilize it?”
Before she could think, Wakako had already followed Miki’s instructions.
“And yourself?” Miki asked. “Are you ready?” Her voice remained as usual, clear and calm. “I shouldn’t need to teach you.”
“I’m… ready.”
“Press it.”
“What?”
“I said, press it against yourself.”
Wakako’s trembling fingers flipped the switch, and her hand shook even more with the vibrations, her heart quivering along with it.
She secretly set it to the lowest setting, hoping it would be less intimidating.
Miki wouldn’t know; she could probably get away with it.
“Done?”
“Done.”
Miki continued to give instructions, telling Wakako to do this and that as instructed.
With the control in her hand, she wouldn’t lose control. Despite the lingering embarrassment, Wakako gradually relaxed.
But Miki wanted her to make a sound.
Wakako absolutely refused.
“I can’t…” she bit her lip very lightly, whimpering, “Let’s wait until I see you…”
But the next second she involuntarily cried out, instinctively calling Miki’s name. Her vision went white, feeling dizzy as tears and other fluids flowed down. She might have been crying, or maybe she felt happy.
Ugh… what’s happening…
A drop of fell on the name “Miki” displayed on her phone screen.
Why had she gotten her phone wet…?
Wakako didn’t know that Miki held something else in her hand.
Hearing Wakako’s whimpers of refusal, Miki lowered her gaze.
Her fingers slowly slid the control to the highest setting, and then she heard the sound she wanted.
Miki smiled. “Good girl.”
When should she tell Wakako the toy was remote-controlled? She’d decide later.
After all, they had plenty of time ahead of them
