Even after my beloved master, who took me in and raised me when I had no family, passed away, I've been allowed to stay here thanks to the kindness of the second heir. Now that the previous master is gone, only the second heir and I remain in this mansion. I can no longer ignore the burning emotion behind his gaze—one I've pretended not to notice until now. It's not just the season making things tense; I'm aware he no longer sees me as merely a servant, but as a woman. His face draws close to my damp neck, and I can smell my own humid body odor seeping through the yukata. And then, with a single plea—'Please forgive me!'—his heart begins to tremble.