Fucking Weebs

"M-Master?"

For a moment, the girl's brain failed to catch up.

Although the girl named Celine was still young, she was not entirely ignorant about matters between men and women.

Or rather, the instant the romance-obsessed girl heard that form of address, her thoughts veered off in some very strange directions.

After a brief daze, her little face flushed crimson. Clearly, she understood the sexual implications hidden behind that word.

Her first reaction was disbelief, but on second thought, perhaps it wasn't impossible...?

Everyone else thought the [Black Valkyrie] was temperamental and unapproachable.

But as Esnie's younger sister, Celine knew perfectly well that her sister was actually rather softhearted.

At that thought, Celine abruptly shook her head, hurriedly banishing the idea.

-There was no way my sister would do something like that.

She glared fiercely at the man before her, just about to lose her temper, when he produced a photograph.

In the photograph, a girl wearing a collar had her head lowered, her ears already scarlet, looking utterly embarrassed and indignant.

Someone held the other end of the collar's leash-the very person whose viewpoint the photograph captured.

Looking at the girl in the photograph, Celine's brain froze for a moment. She opened her mouth but failed to get a single word out.

Because she recognized the girl in the photograph. It was her sister, Esnie Nora.

"Your sister asked me to look after you. I'll also be responsible for your treatment from now on."

Jonas spoke calmly, watching the girl before him, who clearly still hadn't processed what was happening.

Naturally, he had deliberately dropped those words to break down her psychological defenses.

In the situation just now, the girl's wariness would have put him on the back foot. The only way to regain the initiative was to divert her attention with a shocking revelation, thereby bringing the situation back under his control.

Of course... this might come at the expense of some of Miss Esnie's image in her younger sister's eyes.

An awkward silence fell over the room. After a long pause, Celine seemed to finally believe Jonas and hesitantly asked:

"Who are you...? Uh, I mean, aside from your relationship with my sister..."

Although she still found it a little hard to believe, after seeing that photograph, she believed most of what the man before her had said.

But now she was more concerned about his identity... after all, this didn't look like a hospital room an ordinary person could afford.

Even with her sister paying a large number of credits every month, all she had been able to get was a relatively quiet room. This place was clearly on an entirely different level from her previous one.

Hearing Celine's words, Jonas inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Her reaction showed that his plan had worked for the moment, and only now could their conversation truly begin.

"Let me introduce myself again. I'm Jonas Wetting, and I'll be your caregiver from now on..."

He paused there before continuing:

"As for who I am... you can think of me as your sister's boss."

At that, the girl's eyes lit up.

That brief sentence alone sent the romance-obsessed girl imagining all sorts of plots.

Things like office romances, a domineering CEO falling for her, the untold story of her and her boss, and so on.

Naturally, Jonas had no idea what the girl was thinking.

Seeing that she had finally dropped her guard, he relaxed as well.

Although he had been well versed in the tricks of manipulating people in his previous life, there was one particular kind of person who gave him a terrible headache.

Adolescent girls...

And clearly, the girl before him belonged to that very category.

"Then, Mr. Jonas..."

Celine was clearly still a little unused to addressing him that way:

"When can I see my sister?"

"Whenever you like."

Jonas had no intention of keeping them from seeing each other... after all, this was a mutually agreed-upon transaction, not one-sided coercion. He paused, then continued:

"Of course, you can also ask her to confirm what I just told you."

At that, the girl blushed and shot Jonas a look.

How was she supposed to bring herself to ask something like that?

Still, since he had gone so far as to say that, the truth was probably fairly close to what he had described.

Thinking that her aloof sister was secretly like this, Celine couldn't help feeling something strange stirring inside her.

Excitement... something even she herself hadn't noticed.

"All right, Miss Celine. I believe we've cleared up the misunderstanding."

Jonas clapped his hands, pulling the girl out of her wandering thoughts and back to reality, then said:

"Please stay here and focus on your treatment. If you need anything, come to me."

"I need something right now." Hearing that, the girl immediately spoke up without the slightest hesitation.

Jonas, who had been about to leave, stopped in his tracks.

"What do you want...?"

"I need you to bring me some games..."

"Hmm... go ahead. I'll have someone send them over later."

"Uh... well..."

Celine hemmed and hawed until she saw the puzzled expression on Jonas's face. Only then did she muster her courage and blurt it all out in one breath:

"The Tragic Life of the Holy Mother, My Dog Girlfriend, My Boss Is My Master, and..."

The girl rattled them off as though listing her prized possessions, growing increasingly excited after her initial reluctance.

Jonas wore a smile. Although he couldn't understand what the girl was talking about, he now knew the source of the trouble he had vaguely sensed.

This Miss Celine Nora was not only an adolescent girl, the sort of person he least wanted to deal with.

She was also the most troublesome kind of adolescent girl.

Mr. Jonas suddenly felt some regret over using Miss Celine Nora as leverage to coerce Esnie.

-Fucking weebs.