[Volume 2 Chapter 6] When I confessed to the girl I liked, her twin sister came along as a bonus
Chapter 6: The Twins Apparently Want to Keep Their Distance
Three days after the Tsubasa family secondary residence visit.
The day after, I returned to the usual tawaman.
There was no reason to stay longer, and a house full of bustling servants wasn’t exactly relaxing.
It’s not yet time to return to my family home, so I’m just working on assignments or studying.
“Maki-sama,” a voice says.
“Asa? Yuu?” I ask.
“It’s Yuu. You’re still here today?” Yuu-san says.
An iced coffee is placed on the table where I’ve spread my workbook and notes.
Perfect timing—my throat was parched.
“Yeah, sorry, but let me use this room today too,”
“That’s no problem at all. However…” Yuu-san says, trailing off.
Right, this isn’t the Tsubasa family’s main space.
The Tsubasa family includes Yuzuki and Fuuka’s tawaman apartment, the secondary residence, and the unseen primary residence, which makes things confusing.
But where I’m studying now isn’t any of those.
“This room might be a bit inconvenient,” Yuu-san says.
“Not really. Compared to my family home, it’s heave.,”
Not that my home is hell.
This is the tawaman, but not Yuzuki and Fuuka’s apartment—it’s the adjacent room, secured for their safety.
Good thing I knew the Tsubasa family owns it.
For these three days, I’ve been living here.
It’s basically an empty apartment, but the living room and kitchen have essentials, and the air conditioning works, so it’s perfectly livable.
The bedroom has bedding for Asa-san and Yuu-san.
It’s a bit bare, though.
I imagined hidden cameras or bugs in Yuzuki’s apartment, with Tsubasa staff monitoring them in a room full of screens.
Thankfully, that was just paranoia.
“But… sleeping here every day isn’t ideal,” Yuu-san says.
“Nah, it’s plenty.”
The room’s living area has a plush sofa—my current bed.
It’s honestly comfier than my bed at home.
It’s summer, so a light blanket is enough for comfortable sleep.
“It’s spacious, air-conditioned, and comes with a maid. Complaining would get me cursed. Don’t forget, I’m just a commoner.”
“Commoners don’t get maids,” Yuu-san says, sitting beside me.
A sweet, tangy shampoo scent wafts from her silver hair.
“I feel bad for you and Asa. Me being here makes extra work, right?”
“A maid’s job is to work for those we serve,” Yuu-san says.
“Always got a comeback, huh.”
“My apologies if I was rude,” Yuu-san says, bowing slightly while seated.
“Kidding. Apparently, I give off a vibe just by existing, so getting a retort feels fresh and fun.”
That’s not a joke—it’s genuine.
Like Yuzuki, Fuuka, and Takaya, these twin maids speak their minds, and I appreciate it.
“If we’re talking vibes, we’re not losing,” Yuu-san says.
“Totally true,” I agree.
Identical, doll-like beauties with cold expressions—intimidating, no question.
It’s just Yuu-san now, but I still feel a bit overwhelmed.
“Yesterday, I woke from a nap to a maid’s face right there—scared me. I’m used to scaring others, not getting spooked by a face myself.”
“That was my sister causing trouble,” Yuu-san says.
“Kidding. A beauty nearby doesn’t feel bad—wait, was that Asa yesterday?” I ask.
From Yuu-san’s words, it sounds like the one watching me nap was her sister.
“Yes, it’s not significant, but we alternate days here and there,” Yuu-san says.
“There’s meaning. You and Asa are different people, even if I can’t tell you apart,”
“…” Yuu-san nods silently once.
I can’t guess what that nod means.
“So you were over there yesterday. How was Yuzuki?” I ask.
“No different from usual. The only change was a long video call with a friend,” Yuu-san says.
“I see…”
“Yuzuki-ojou-sama often gets consulted by friends,” Yuu-san adds.
“Yeah, makes sense.”
Yuzuki’s got that big-sister vibe and looks out for others.
Probably Takaya.
If Takaya’s in trouble, I’d like to help—we’re close enough for that.
But right now, I’ve got bigger issues—
Currently, only Yuzuki and one of the maids—Asa-san or Yuu-san—are in the twins’ apartment.
Fuuka’s not in the adjacent room.
She’s still at the Tsubasa family’s secondary residence.
Likely, Fuuka hasn’t forgiven her sister’s betrayal.
“Yuzuki’s the same, huh. Will this go on?” I ask.
“To be honest, with Yuzuki-ojou-sama, Fuuka-ojou-sama, and you, Maki-sama, all separated, it does make our work harder,” Yuu-san says.
“Really sorry about that.”
I can only apologize briefly—long explanations won’t help.
I’m in the adjacent room not because I’m sulking or escaping, but because being alone with Yuzuki feels unfair to Fuuka.
Yuzuki hasn’t asked why I moved, but she seems to understand.
“Yuu, do you know how Fuuka’s doing at the mansion?” I ask.
“Yes, we LINE daily,” Yuu-san says.
“Like friends!?” I exclaim.
“Kidding,” Yuu-san says.
“Don’t joke with that poker face…”
Her ironclad expression makes it impossible to tell if she’s serious.
“But we do keep in touch. This morning, I secretly took a nude selfie next to you sleeping and sent it to Fuuka-ojou-sama,” Yuu-san says.
“You’re scary enough to actually do that…”
“I really did. Here,” Yuu-san says, pulling out her phone and showing a LINE chat with a photo of her naked next to me sleeping on the sofa.
“‘Your master’s sleeping next to me’ message,” Yuu-san says.
“What’s the point!?” I exclaim.
Is Yuu-san, rare as it is, having fun with this!?
“I thought Fuuka-sama might be lonely and wanted to make her laugh,” Yuu-san says.
“At the cost of something precious to me…?”
It’s not a post-intimate moment photo, just a malicious fake.
If I took advantage of being alone with a maid to “practice” with Asa or Yuu’s body again, I’d be actual scum.
I hope Fuuka doesn’t misunderstand… I want to believe she won’t.
“Joking aside, Fuuka-ojou-sama is doing well. We have subordinates among the mansion’s maids, so we get regular updates on her,” Yuu-san says.
“Subordinates… Well, as long as she’s okay. What’s Fuuka doing?” I ask.
“With the master and mistress away for a while, Fuuka-ojou-sama is handling guests and managing the household,” Yuu-san says.
“Fuuka can do that kind of work?”
I knew she was skilled at housework and studies, but…
Not just raised as an ojou-sama, she’s honed skills for high-society life.
It’s no surprise she stayed at the mansion for that.
But—
Yuzuki’s appearance is flashy, sure, but her brown hair is natural.
Her makeup’s light, and she could easily dress modestly.
So Yuzuki could handle their parents’ duties too.
There’s no reason for Fuuka to stay at the mansion alone.
If one stayed, both could’ve without issue.
It must be their sister fight still lingering.
“Hey, Yuu.”
“Yes, Maki-sama?” Yuu-san replies.
“I shouldn’t be doing assignments right now, should I?”
“I believe you’re correct,” Yuu-san says.
Yuu-san answers without hesitation.
Having witnessed Yuzuki and Fuuka’s sister fight and felt its gravity,
I’ve been indecisive, letting the situation fester for three days.
That’s not manly at all—not like Maki at all.
“Thanks for being blunt, Yuu. Pretty pathetic relying on a maid,”
“A maid’s purpose is to be relied upon,” Yuu-san says, gracefully curtsying with her skirt’s hem.
She’s not being sarcastic—she’s probably glad to help me.
As always, her expression is unreadable, so I can’t be sure.
“Anyway, studying can wait,” I say, snapping my workbook and notes shut.
English passages and equations aren’t what I should be facing now.
For Tsubasa Yuzuki and Tsubasa Fuuka to be their usual selves, I need to do what I can.
“Yuu, is Yuzuki home now? If so—” I start.
“I might be Asa,” Yuu-san interrupts, leaning closer as I place my hand on the floor to stand.
I stare at her face—
“Sorry, I still can’t tell,” I admit.
“As expected…” Yuu-san says, suddenly kissing my cheek lightly—chu.
I’m not in the mood for this.
“What was that…?” I ask.
“Huh? What was what…?” Yuu-san replies.
I realize something’s off.
That nagging sense of unease I’ve felt with the twin maids—
The sensation of her lips on my cheek.
Her whispered words.
Another flicker of unease crosses my mind—
“Is something wrong, Maki-sama?” Yuu-san asks.
“No, it’s nothing. Sorry, can I ask one favor?”
“You have the authority to command me, Maki-sama,” Yuu-san says.
“No, I don’t. I’m not your master. So I can only ask. Could you—call Asa over?”
“Understood,” Yuu-san says, nodding and walking off silently.
She didn’t question my sudden request to gather the twin maids.
Calling for Asa must seem pointless, but she’s too loyal…
Why did I say that? I don’t even know.
But standing still is worse than acting, even if I don’t understand why.
Soon, I hear the front door open and two sets of footsteps.
Two maids appear in the living room.
“Asa, Yuu,”
Two girls with long silver hair in maid outfits stand before me.
I remain seated on the sofa—my bed—and stare at them.
“‘Maki-sama?’” they say in unison.
“Yeah, sorry for the trouble,”
At that, the twin maids tilt their heads simultaneously.
Not just their faces and bodies, but their gestures are perfectly identical—the usual Nagami sisters.
“Asa, Yuu, one question.”
“‘What might that be?’” they reply together.
“You know what’s going on between me, Yuzuki, and Fuuka, right?” I ask.
“Yes, we’ve heard from Yuzuki-ojou-sama,” Asa-san says.
“I see. You two, Asa and Yuu, are the closest to Yuzuki and Fuuka. Closer than Yoru or Takaya, no offense to them.”
“We’ve served them for years. But we’re merely—” Asa-san starts.
“Servants. No matter how close, there’s a clear line between us and the ojou-sama,” Yuu-san finishes.
“I get it. Unlike with Yoru, or even Yuzuki’s best friend Takaya, there’s a line between you and Yuzuki and Fuuka.”
What am I even saying?
I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I can’t stop.
These three days, I thought I was just studying, but my mind was on Yuzuki and Fuuka.
While one part of me studied, another was thinking about the twins—
That’s why thoughts I didn’t consciously process, from my other personality, spill out effortlessly.
“I’m not Wakaba, so I don’t have two brains.”
“‘…?’” The twin maids tilt their heads again, perfectly in sync, unaware of my sister.
“Right, the question. How do you think I should resolve this?” I ask.
“‘Maki-sama, instead of choosing one of Yuzuki-ojou-sama or Fuuka-ojou-sama, you should part with both,’” they answer in unison.
“…”
I pause.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Asa and Yuu respond as if they’d prepared the answer.
If my two personalities couldn’t find a solution...
I thought relying on two more—Asa and Yuu—might help, but this is beyond what I expected.
“So, regardless of distance or lines with Yuzuki and Fuuka, is there a simple answer anyone could give?”
Asa and Yuu nod simultaneously.
“One twin follows the Tsubasa family’s path, the other lives freely. That’s unfair, so both should follow the path?” I ask.
“Not necessarily. The future is uncertain. However, Yuzuki-ojou-sama and Fuuka-ojou-sama—” Asa-san starts.
“If one marries their chosen partner and the other marries the family’s pick, that cruel outcome can be avoided,” Yuu-san finishes.
“Either way, Yuzuki and Fuuka end up with someone else, not me.”
If I’m out of the picture, Yuzuki and Fuuka might fall for suitable men from good families.
That wouldn’t just be following the Tsubasa family’s path.
Their wills would be somewhat reflected.
Logically, that’s how it works—the future is uncertain.
“What we absolutely want to avoid is—” Asa-san says.
“One ojou-sama becoming a sacrifice,” Yuu-san adds.
“To prevent that, as cruel as it sounds—” Asa-san continues.
“There’s only one way,” Yuu-san says.
“‘Both must step back and accept that you, Maki-sama, were a brief dream to them,’” they say together.
Asa and Yuu speak in turn, then in unison.
I feel like I’m being lectured—
“I’m starting to want to punch you two,” I blurt out honestly.
“If you wish, go ahead anytime. But we know you’re not the type to hit women, Maki-sama,” Asa-san says.
“So, something else is fine. We already consider ourselves your maids,” Yuu-san adds.
Asa and Yuu step closer, standing right beside me.
I know their stunning bodies somewhat.
But their words now aren’t “somewhat”—they’re offering everything.
An overwhelmingly tempting offer.
“This is our decision as sisters,” Asa-san says.
“Not the ojou-samas, but us—please choose us,” Yuu-san says.
“That’s some scary loyalty,” I say, giving a wry smile.
“It started with loyalty to the ojou-samas,” Asa-san says.
“But it’s not just that,” Yuu-san adds.
“We’re not special twins like the ojou-samas,” Asa-san says.
“But we’re always two as one. To be chosen by you, who can love two at once, would be the greatest happiness,” Yuu-san says.
These two are unusually talkative today.
Asa and Yuu may seem emotionless, but they don’t feel nothing for me.
It sounds conceited, but them letting me touch them—doesn’t that show some affection?
Yeah, that works.
“You’re both too beautiful for me, Asa and Yuu. And thinking about it, you’ve never been scared of me from the start,”
“Because you’re the one the ojou-samas chose,” Asa-san says.
“There’s no reason to fear someone they trust,” Yuu-san adds.
“Not just because you’re cool-headed?” I ask.
No matter how emotionless they seem, Asa and Yuu are just girls a year older than me.
To not fear my face, which has scared so many—
That comes from their trust in Yuzuki and Fuuka, whom they raised.
“No, I’m overthinking. Living happily with two beautiful maids might be an option,” I say, looking up at Asa and Yuu from my seat.
“Better than hurting Yuzuki or Fuuka,” I add.
Yeah, choosing one would hurt the other.
It sounds conceited, but I can’t deny it.
“If you part from the ojou-samas, you’ll be hurt,” Asa-san says.
“With all due respect, we’ll heal that wound,” Yuu-san adds.
“…” I pause.
If I could lose myself in these stunning maids’ bodies,
Would that heal the pain of losing Yuzuki and Fuuka?
“‘If you want us, right now—’” they say, unbuttoning their maid outfits.
Identical white bras are revealed, and they slide them aside, exposing one breast each.
Their perfectly matched pink nipples—
Their ample breasts and cute nipples tempt me intensely.
“Last time, you pleased me for Yuzuki and Fuuka’s sake, and now it’s still for them, right?”
“We won’t deny that. But…” Asa-san says.
“We’re not emotionless dolls,” Yuu-san adds.
So I should believe they have feelings for me.
“Then, right here, I’ll take you both—” I say, grabbing their slim wrists tightly.
“Asa, Yuu, does it matter who goes first?” I ask.
“Yes,” Asa-san says.
“Yes…” Yuu-san says, her voice trembling slightly.
“…” I pause, feeling a distinct unease.
The wrist in my right hand twitches slightly, its owner’s voice quivering…
“Yuu…?” I ask.
“…” The right wrist twitches again.
I release the left wrist and look up at the maid on my right.
There it is again—that unease.
“You were in this room until just now, Yuu. You said you might be Asa… but there’s no reason to lie at first.”
“…Yes, I was here today. I’m the younger sister, Yuu,” Yuu-san admits.
“Asa or Yuu, it’s the same—but I don’t think so anymore.”
Suddenly—just moments ago—I stopped seeing them as the same.
Because.
“You’re Yuu, and that’s Asa. Yeah, I can tell clearly now,”
“‘You can distinguish us…?’” the twin maids ask in unison.
I nod firmly.
The girl who called herself Asa, the one who called herself Yuu when I first visited the apartment.
Recalling memories from the Tsubasa residence and the pool, I can tell who’s Asa and who’s Yuu.
I never tried to distinguish them in real-time before.
“If you doubt me, blindfold me, shuffle, and I’ll guess. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lie if I get it right,”
“…No, we don’t doubt you,” Asa-san says.
“I’m Yuu, the one whose wrist you’re holding, Maki-sama. No one’s ever distinguished us with such certainty,” Yuu-san says.
“But why?” Asa-san asks.
“When I grabbed your wrists and asked about order, one reacted—like you were scared of me.”
“No… as you know, we’re emotionally reserved,” Yuu-san says.
“Aren’t you and Asa just acting that way?” I ask.
“‘…’” They fall silent.
Their silence confirms it.
That’s the source of the unease.
Have I been unconsciously distinguishing Asa and Yuu…?
“If you’re okay with giving your body to me, the one ready to go first is the older sister. The one who didn’t flinch when asked about order, whose wrist didn’t tremble—that’s Asa,”
“…Not necessarily. Sometimes the younger sibling is stronger, protecting the older one,” Asa-san says.
“Sure, but you’re a lot like Yuzuki and Fuuka. Or rather, they’re like you. Yuzuki tried to sacrifice herself for her sister—so I figured Asa would protect Yuu too.”
“That’s a bold assumption,” Asa-san says.
“No loss for me if I’m wrong. But I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Yes. I—Asa—was prepared to give myself to you first, Maki-sama. I wasn’t particularly scared,” Asa-san says.
“I—Yuu—was scared. I leaned on my sister, acting spoiled. My hand trembled. How pathetic,” Yuu-san says.
The twin maids confess the truth.
When Yuu kissed my cheek earlier and said, “I might be Asa,”
it was her resolve to be like Asa, a glimpse of her suppressed emotions.
Two votes in favor—my internal conference agrees.
“It’s not about being spoiled. Being scared of… doing that with a guy you don’t like is normal.”
“No, I—Yuu—like you, Maki-sama, just like the ojou-samas. I’m just more timid than my sister,” Yuu-san says.
“I see…”
It’s a miracle Yuzuki and Fuuka like me, and now these twin maids too.
Though it’s through their connection to Yuzuki and Fuuka.
If I part with Yuzuki and Fuuka, their feelings might change.
“We’re really like this. Since childhood, we’ve been emotionally reserved. But my sister suppresses hers more, always staying calm—I admired that,” Yuu-san says.
“Yuu tried to be like me, Asa. Though, since we were already similar, it wasn’t much effort,” Asa-san says.
“I thought my sister had the ideal maid personality. Much more than Yoru-nee, who’s a bit noisy,” Yuu-san says.
“That’s harsh on Yoru.”
Yoru’s talkative but calm, quite similar to her sisters, I think.
“I wanted to be like Asa. But my face shows in crucial moments, like giving my first—when I should be like Asa,” Yuu-san says.
“You don’t need to be identical. Yuzuki and Fuuka wouldn’t want that, right?”
“We aimed to serve the twin ojou-samas identically,” Yuu-san says.
Of course, it’s Yuu saying this, since she’s the one aligning with her sister.
“I see… but no.”
“Do we seem that different?” Asa-san asks.
“Yeah, Asa. I wonder what I’ve been looking at all this time,” I say, staring rudely at the twin maids.
“On closer look, your features differ slightly, and your vibes are subtly different. Yuu feels a bit… lighter?”
“…” Yuu-san looks surprised.
“We’re… girls, so we care about weight. Indeed, Yuu’s usually a kilo lighter,”
She uses her name as a first-person pronoun in her “natural” state.
Calling themselves “Asa” and “Yuu” makes it clearer.
“Are your breast sizes slightly different too? Asa’s a bit bigger?” I ask.
“Correct, Maki-sama. Asa’s chest seems to get more nutrients,” Asa-san says.
“I grew less than my sister…” Yuu-san says, blushing slightly and covering her still-exposed breast.
Seeing this stoic maid embarrassed…
“But noticing that—it’s because you’re Double Mind, Maki-sama,” Asa-san says.
“Even Yuzuki-ojou-sama, Fuuka-ojou-sama, or Yoru-nee can’t tell us apart,” Yuu-san adds.
“Observing two people with two personalities might create that unease. I don’t get it myself, but… you’re just different people to me now.”
“We don’t know if that’s good or irrelevant,” Asa-san says.
“But… you’re truly special, Maki-sama…” Yuu-san says.
“No idea if that’s good or irrelevant either,” I say, giving a wry smile.
But even as similar twins, Asa and Yuu are distinct individuals.
Being able to tell them apart can’t be a bad thing.
“Asa, Yuu, you’re separate people. You should be separate. No need to be the same. Am I meddling?” I ask.
“…No,” Asa-san says.
“We can’t serve the ojou-samas forever,” Yuu-san says.
“So, the day we become one and one will come,” Asa-san says.
“Being distinguished by you might be a good opportunity,” Yuu-san adds.
They adjust their clothes, curtsy with their long skirts, and say,
“Asa will serve you as a maid, Maki-sama,” Asa-san says.
“Yuu will serve you as a maid too. Thinking we could replace the ojou-samas was presumptuous,” Yuu-san says.
“…” I pause.
I meant they don’t need to serve me either.
Did I just make these maids stick to me even more?
“But Asa and I can live separately. We’re not Destiny Twins or Dual Twins,” Asa-san says.
“But the ojou-samas are different. They’re two as one, one as two. Only you, with two hearts, can truly accept them,” Yuu-san says.
“That’s the deal, Yuzuki.”
“You knew? You’re sneaky, Maki,” Yuzuki says.
“‘Yuzuki-ojou-sama…’” The twin maids turn, eyes widening at Yuzuki standing at the living room door.
Yuzuki’s in a white camisole and pink shorts—casual loungewear—smirking at me.
“Asa, Yuu, that’s unlike you. You’re usually ninja-level aware, but you were so shocked Maki told you apart?” Yuzuki says.
“…We’re still immature, Asa and I.,”
“Not noticing you, Ojou-sama—we’re unfit maids.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re our only maids, Asa and Yuu. It’s pathetic I still can’t tell you apart,” Yuzuki says, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall, smirking again.
“Hey, Yuzuki.”
“What?” she replies.
“Your loyal maids say I’m the only one who can accept you two.”
“Duh, obviously,” Yuzuki says, flashing a bold grin.
It’s the fearless smile of Tsubasa Yuzuki—the one I fell for and confessed to.
"Because that's the kind of person you are, I entrusted my precious, precious little sister to you as my bonus."
"I can’t just leave it alone, can I? There are two of me inside—neither Yuzuki alone nor Fuuka alone is enough."
There were always the twins by my side, one on my left, one on my right.
It was a short time, but I’d never felt so fulfilled.
"Of course, losing either of them is out of the question."
"Exactly. Just as I need someone who can accept both me and my sister, Maki, you need both of us too, don’t you?"
"It’s kind of a complicated situation, but we’ve become the kind of relationship that won’t feel complete otherwise."
"Exactly. Finally figured it out?"
"Thanks to your excellent maids, I did. Realizing that just the twin maids aren’t enough is the worst way to figure it out, though."
"No, Asa is beyond happy that you realized it."
"Yuu just loves Maki-sama, who loves both ojou-samas."
"…I feel like I’m taking on a lot here."
"Care to tell your bonus what exactly you’re taking on?"
"Yeah."
I nod and stand up from the sofa.
I can’t just sit around in a daze anymore.
The twin maids made me realize it, Yuzuki gave her approval, and they showed me what I need to do.
If that’s the case, I have to act as soon as possible.
"Oh, before that—Yuzuki, I have a request."
"Anything you want."
Yuzuki smiles gently, just like Fuuka.
"And I have a request—no, an order—for Asa and Yuu."
"Understood, Master."
The twin maids, responding to the "order," show a smile for the first time.