Story between Reiji, a college student whose also an heir of royal family, and his cute personal maid, Reika. Reiji’s life is basically a five-star resort run by a single, terrifyingly perfect maid. Reika, is so put-together she makes a Swiss watch look like a hot mess. Her job description, though, is a little… expanded. See, for the past 72 hours, she’s been the general of his private life, specifically in charge of the whole “urge management” division.
And, it’s been a whole mood. Rei’s walking around his own house like a zombie who just mainlined six espresso shots. He’s strung tighter than a tennis racket, buzzing with a frustration that’s got his brain completely scrambled. Reika, meanwhile, is the calm in his storm, moving around with a smirk that says she knows exactly how many screws she’s turning. It’s a wild game where she holds the controller, the rulebook, and the power cord.
If he can endures it for 3 days… she will reward him. This ain’t some simple transaction, though. This is a whole masterclass in delayed gratification. She’s building the suspense like the world’s slowest, most beautiful jump-scare. She’s the ultimate hype-man for a concert that’s happening in his own nervous system.
When the three-day timer finally dings, she doesn’t just flip the switch. Nah. She orchestrates a whole symphony. It’s not just a relief; it’s a VIP, red-carpet, front-row ticket to the grand finale of the universe.
She’s showing him that the real premium, A-tier joy isn’t some quick, drive-thru satisfaction. It’s the gourmet meal that’s been simmering for days, served on a silver platter with a side of 100% pure, unfiltered devotion.
