Chapter 147
AU: The Heiress and The Bodyguard Part 13
It happened one autumn.
Wakako was returning from her latest assignment when she noticed something unusual – Miki wasn’t at the airport to greet her as she always had been before.
The only familiar face was the butler who explained, “Miss Miki had an urgent matter at the company, so she couldn’t make it.”
“Oh,” Wakako replied, trying to suppress a flutter of disappointment. She quickly brushed it aside, convincing herself that it was only natural. Miki was now the head of the entire group, and prioritizing work made perfect sense.
I’m an adult. It’s no big deal if she doesn’t pick me up, she told herself.
During the car ride home, Wakako found herself reaching for her phone multiple times, wanting to send Miki a message, but each time, she put it back down. What if she’s in a meeting? Would I be disturbing her?
Back at their familiar villa, Wakako quickly unpacked and freshened up, then found herself listlessly lying in bed. Without Miki around, the day felt empty.
When her phone rang, she leaped up eagerly, only to find it was a video call from Lin Lin. Her excitement visibly deflated.
Lin Lin: “Seriously, what’s with that face???”
Wakako: “…Nothing. What’s up?”
Lin Lin began discussing work matters, but Wakako was barely listening. All she could think about was ending the call quickly—just in case Miki called after finishing her work.
But as the night wore on, under the light of a full moon, Miki’s call never came.
“No,” Wakako suddenly blurted out.
Lin Lin was startled: “Is there something wrong with the plan I just mentioned?”
“No, I mean I can’t just keep waiting. I’m going to the office to see Miki,” Wakako said, already heading out. “She must be exhausted working this late. I’ll call you back about the plan tomorrow.”
Lin Lin: …Love-struck idiot.
So I’m the only one without a partner, right? I hate everyone.
***
At 10 PM, the Saionji Corporation building was still brightly lit, everyone working overtime on the recent major project.
But when Wakako tried to take the elevator to Miki’s office, her security card was denied.
“Ah,” the security guard explained after checking, ” It seems Miss Miki hired a new assistant and canceled your card. I’ll swipe mine for you. You can reactivate yours tomorrow.”
A new assistant?
“When did this happen?” Wakako asked, stunned.
“About two months ago.”
So as soon as she’d left for her mission, Miki had hired someone new? Whenever she was away on short-term assignments, her previous assistant would fill in.
Why hire someone new to replace her?
And why had Miki never mentioned it?
An unsettling emotion rose in her chest as Wakako studied her reflection in the elevator, her eyes betraying both hurt and instinctive wariness. She took a deep breath, but just as the doors opened, she collided with an unfamiliar woman.
“This is Miss Miki’s office,” the woman said warmly, blocking Wakako’s path with a friendly smile. “You can’t come up without permission.”
Wakako looked her over. The woman was young and gentle-looking, with a name badge hanging from her chest.
Special Assistant.
Special Assistant? Not just Assistant?
Normally, Wakako was patient and mild-mannered, but an unfamiliar anger surged through her, creeping into her face. Her gaze turned frosty as she looked at the woman.
“I don’t think I need permission,” she said coolly.
“But… it’s company policy,” the woman protested, surprised.
“Miki will understand,” Wakako stated calmly, though her suddenly commanding presence made the assistant step back instinctively.
Inside the office, Miki was absorbed in work, not even looking up at the sound of approaching footsteps.
She seemed to have been overworking herself lately. Wakako noticed how much thinner she looked, likely from skipping meals.
The assistant hurried after Wakako, knocking gently. “Miki-jiejie, someone’s here to see you.”
Jiejie?
The way she said it—so familiar, so intimate—felt like a thorn in Wakako’s heart.
Miki finally looked up, her expression calm and indifferent. “Oh? You’re back. Why aren’t you resting after your flight?”
The cool response made Wakako’s heart clench, but she maintained her composure, forcing a smile. “Are you done with work? I brought you a gift.”
“Mm, I’ve mostly wrapped up for today.” Miki set down her documents and casually called to the young assistant, “Huohuo, make us some fresh tea.”
“I can do that,” Wakako offered.
“No need. Let her handle such small tasks.”
The assistant nodded. “Of course, Jiejie.”
After she left, Wakako stood silently for three seconds before firmly shutting and locking the office door.
Miki raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”
“Why does she call you Jiejie?” Wakako heard herself ask. “Everyone else here uses titles or ‘Miss.'”
Miki lazily narrowed her eyes, appearing unconcerned. “It’s just a form of address.”
“Why… did you hire an assistant?”
“Because you were away, and there was a vacancy.”
The woman before her lounged cat-like on the sofa. Wakako could no longer contain herself, stepping forward to grip Miki’s delicate wrist.
“You replace me as soon as I’m gone?”
She controlled her strength, careful not to hurt the delicate woman.
“It’s just an assistant,” Miki’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Not a girlfriend. Are you jealous?”
Before Wakako could respond, Miki turned the tables, her cold fingers wrapping around Wakako’s wrist instead. “Are you angry? I’ve never seen you lose your temper before.”
Wakako remained silent.
She was ashamed to admit her jealousy – it seemed so unreasonable – but she couldn’t deny her displeasure.
Miki observed every subtle shift in her expression, the hint of a smile deepened on her lips. “What is it? Thinking about punishing me?”
The word came so unexpectedly that Wakako’s pupils contracted in surprise. Punishment? That was always something Miki did to her…
Miki lowered her gaze, hiding the amusement in her eyes while pretending to look bored. “As if you’d dare. Let the assistant in. I want my tea.”
Miki knew Wakako well. The obedient and docile image she presented was a mask that could easily be peeled away.
In her normal life, Wakako lived on the knife’s edge, showing no mercy to enemies. Even as a “dog,” she wasn’t some harmless puppy – she was a wolf with fangs.
Three, two, one…
Miki had predicted correctly.
“Don’t call her in!” Wakako’s voice trembled with suppressed emotion.
Her grip tightened around Miki’s wrist, her teeth clenched as she finally voiced what was on her mind. “Even if you needed help… now that I’m back, she can leave, right?”
“She hasn’t done anything wrong. Would you have me fire her without cause?”
“I…”
Miki smirked, adding fuel to the fire with a sly, teasing look. “Don’t be unreasonable.”
Unreasonable?
In the next moment, Wakako pushed Miki back onto the sofa, pinning her in place with her knee on Miki’s thigh, leaving her no room to move.
“I’m being unreasonable?” Tears welled in Wakako’s eyes. “How can you be so cruel? You’re the one being unreasonable! Why did you hire a new assistant so suddenly, and why act so close to her? I was only gone for two months, and my ID was deactivated! What, you don’t need me at the company anymore? I…”
Miki’s eyes sparkled as she admired Wakako’s reddened eyes, listening to the stream of accusations.
So cute.
After a moment, she finally spoke, “She’s a relative here for an internship.”
“That doesn’t matter… wait, what?”
“She’s biologically related to me,” Miki explained nonchalantly, “so, of course, she has to call me ‘Jiejie.’”
Wakako froze, then understanding dawned. She was quickly overwhelmed by embarrassment, her face flushing red.
So… it was all a misunderstanding. But why hadn’t Miki explained earlier?
She awkwardly tried to get up, but Miki, still smiling, held her wrist “You really were about to lay your hands on me, weren’t you?”
“Of course not,” Wakako startled. “I would never hurt you.”
“Not hurt…” Miki brought Wakako’s palm to her cheek, guiding it along her features. “Lay your hands.”
A seductive glint entered her eyes.
“Do you understand what I mean?” Miki asked with a smile.
Wakako was speechless, blushing from head to toe.
Her calloused hands left marks on Miki’s fair skin with just the lightest touch, from her left cheek to her chin to her neck.
Miki softly kissed her fingertips. “I’d like to try something different for once.”
“Tonight,” she whispered, her breath warm and sweet, “how about letting you take the lead, Master?”
***
About ten minutes later, the assistant returned with freshly brewed tea, only to find Miki’s office door locked. Even swiping her access card didn’t open the door.
The assistant looked thoughtful, placed the teapot on the small table outside the office, and then quietly left.
But the faint knock she’d made was enough to send a jolt through Wakako. It echoed like an alarm, making her tense up completely.
If someone were to enter now…
They would see Miss Miki in her current position.
Straddling Wakako’s lap, her long hair falling loosely across her chest, a few strands obscuring the look in her eyes.
“What, you can’t even look at me now?” Miki said softly, her tone teasing. “I never knew you were such a coward.”
Despite how long they’d been together, Wakako couldn’t help but hold her breath at the sight of Miki’s partially undone white dress, her collarbone peeking through the loose fabric.
Miki leaned in, showering Wakako’s face with gentle kisses, murmuring instructions. “Unbutton from the back…”
Wakako’s left hand trembled, fumbling several times before succeeding.
The snap of the buttons echoed like a broken bowstring.
After a moment, Miki gasped. “You know I don’t have much stamina,” she complained playfully. “Are you going to make me do all the work?”
Her eyes glistened with moisture, making her look almost pitiful.
“I…”
“You were so assertive earlier when you confronted me,” Miki teased, her voice dripping with amusement
“That was… a misunderstanding…”
Miki hummed noncommittally. “I should have lied to you. Maybe then you would have taken your revenge.”
Her words made Wakako blush even deeper. What does she think about all day? Was revenge sex supposed to be something exciting?!
Besides, even when angry, she could never bring herself to use force on Miki…
Miki maintained her position, seemingly genuinely tired, burying her head in the crook of Wakako’s neck, nibbling lightly on her ear.
Her next words, laced with her unique scent, landed softly against Wakako’s ear, “Are you really this weak… Master?”
Master.
The second time the word registered, Wakako finally understood its meaning. Her eyes widened as she felt the palm of her left hand, resting on Miki’s waist, begin to burn.
Could she really dominate Miki, just as Miki had dominated her?
The fabric beneath her knees was damp.
“Wakako…” Miki whispered in her ear, not a trace of shame in her voice, but her usual composure. “Why are you crying?”
Yes, why was she crying?
Wakako only now noticed her own tears falling one by one. Sometimes, tears just came, inexplicably, for reasons she couldn’t understand.
Miki’s laughter, though soft, was clear: “You were upset when I teased you, and now you’re crying when it’s your turn.”
Wakako held Miki tighter, even tighter, whispering, “Stop talking.”
“Alright, I’ll listen to you.” Miki nuzzled against her shoulder again, her voice sweet. “But Master, you’re moving way too slowly.”
“Can you please… hurry up and make me feel good?”
Wakako stared into her eyes, a strange sensation coursing through her veins. Looking at this mischievous woman, who always teased and bullied her, a new impulse arose.
She wanted Miki to taste the feeling of being dominated.
Even if it was just once.
With newfound courage, Wakako clumsily returned Miki’s kisses, slipping her hand inside. She could feel subtle tremors running through Miki’s body, though she maintained her nonchalant expression, even finding the strength to tease: “Is that all…” Her words were cut off with a gasp.
The sofa creaked.
Finally, she fell silent.
Wakako’s left hand tightened its grip, pressing Miki firmly against her lap, preventing her from moving, leaving her at Wakako’s mercy.
At first, Wakako’s fingers fumbled, unsure of where to go. But she soon found the right spots, where a specific motion with her fingertips elicited unconscious reactions from Miki.
This time, Wakako learned quickly, showing no restraint. With one finger, she pulled the open collar wider, then…
Miki was different.
Miki was delicate, precious, someone to be treated with utmost care.
But now, Wakako was leaving marks, her fingers imprinting red and white patterns on Miki’s skin.
“Is this…” Wakako heard her own voice. “Enough?”
Wakako pursed her lips, straightening her back, suddenly stopping. “You’re not allowed to tease me like this again. Pr… promise me, and I’ll give it to you.”
She braced herself for rejection, but Miki nuzzled against her cheek. “Mmm, you can order me to do anything.”
The proud Persian cat, surrendering.
Her words were submissive, yet they ensnared her prey.
Wakako had never won against Miki.
So, when she met Miki’s slightly dazed eyes, she didn’t hesitate to give her what she wanted.
Miki’s arms wrapped around Wakako’s neck, her breathing deep and slow. It was several seconds before she spoke again, her voice tinged with satisfaction: “Your time as master is over.”
Wakako blinked, confused.
“I’m thirsty,” Miki lifted her head, her eyes and cheeks flushed, the color slowly receding as she transformed back into the untouchable heiress. “Would you bring in the tea my assistant made?”
She added: “And I’m tired.”
“So for the rest of tonight, you’ll have to do all the work yourself.”
