Kaguya-sama Wants Me to Surrender

"Massage?" Hayasaka Ai tilted her head. "Why can't you talk about a massage?"

"Because I can't," Amamiya Natsuki said with a peculiar look. "If you want to know, you can experience it for yourself. That'll conveniently fulfill both your and the Young Lady's wishes."

"It'll fulfill a wish, too?" Hayasaka pressed her lips together, growing even more curious. "What kind of massage is it?"

Amamiya Natsuki shook his head. "I can't say."

Hayasaka blinked up at him, tilting her pretty face and pleading sweetly. "The president can tell me in secret. I promise I won't tell the Young Lady."

"Give it up." Amamiya Natsuki wore an upright expression. "The most important thing in life is keeping your word. I promised to keep it secret, so I won't tell a third person."

"Tsk."

The sweet, pleading expression vanished from the loyal maid's face in an instant. She gave an unhappy huff, but her curiosity only grew.

She wanted to know.

She really wanted to know what the president and the Young Lady had done in the bathhouse.

"Doesn't the president want to know which of these is my real identity?" Hayasaka's eyes shifted as she held up a slender finger. "As a trade, I'll tell you my true identity, and you tell me what you and the Young Lady did this afternoon. Sounds fair, doesn't it?"

"Sounds fair." Amamiya Natsuki nodded, then shook his head. "Too bad I don't want to know your true identity."

"Huh?" Hayasaka froze. "You really don't want to know?"

"I really don't." Amamiya Natsuki lay down on his side, resting his head on the Bride's lap and enjoying the maid's lap pillow. "You can only see who a person truly is when they're alone. That's why there's the saying, 'A gentleman is watchful over himself when