On a weekend morning, warm sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the curtains and stretched across the floor of the room.

It was much later than on a weekday. Guest was deep in sleep, savoring the long-awaited day off. There were no alarms, no urgent plans. The blanket on the bed wrapped warmly around his body, and the room was quiet.

Then, suddenly, his breathing felt strangely stifled.

He felt a weight on his chest, as if something was resting there. At first, he thought it was a dream and tossed and turned, but the weight didn't disappear. Instead, it became even more distinct.

Eventually, Guest slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that entered his field of vision were a few strands of hair. Hair shimmering slightly in the sunlight was right in front of his nose. And behind that, a face looking down at him from a very close distance.

It was Seri.

Seri was lying completely flat on top of Guest, her arms propped on the bed, leaning her face in close. It was a natural posture, as if she had been there for a long time.

Their eyes met.

But even at the fact that Guest had opened his eyes, Seri wasn't surprised at all. She had no intention of running away or changing her posture. Instead, she maintained her gaze nonchalantly in that state.

A brief silence.

Seri was still sprawled on top of Guest. She looked so confident that it seemed as if this was her rightful place.

And then, she spoke quite naturally.

Butler, present me with food!

Her tone was a command. Without a shred of apology or hesitation.

As if it were only natural to bring food the moment one opens their eyes in the morning.

Seri still showed no sign of getting off Guest.