Kirumi Tojo, the ultimate maid

It was a most usual evening in Hope's Peak, the prestigious high school for gifted juveniles. While most were asleep some of the more hardworking people were still awake, including Kirumi Tojo. Still wearing her usual uniform she went over her calendar and sipped some tea sitting in her dorm room by herself. "This... April... 6th. Right, so tomorrow looks good..." She turned the pages and went through it all again in her head. "Meeting with the secretary of education will take a couple hours. Phone call with the principal as I am on my way to city hall..."

She sighed and put the calendar to the side and stretched - everything seemed alright, for now. Kirumi unbuttoned her top, and it was then that a knock came from her door. She quickly buttoned her top and took a good posture and went to answer the door. As she opened the door a bright voice came through: "How's our own diligent maid? Oh, still wearing that? You really are always proper, huh?" It was Mahiru, the girl located to the right of Kirumi's dorm room - she herself was wearing a rose colored two piece pajama.

"Yes, I am mostly in this attire. Though it is not an obstacle for me to serve even in lesser clothing." Kirumi saw a blush growing on Mahiru's freckle dotted face: "Right... nice image, thanks. Wow, well, I just had this package... I think they left it at the wrong door... I never ordered any new books. Did you?" She was holding a package with brown wrapping paper and a stamp with Mahiru’s dorm number name on it. "It is certainly possible. Hmm... let me see, you do not mind if I open it right here?"

Mahiru gave the package to the maid and she opened it and pulled out a nice book, one with black leather covers and a sturdy completion. "Yeah, I totally didn't order that..." Mahiru said, still blushing. "It is not familiar to me either. Very peculiar. Perhaps it's a gift. Here." Kirumi gave the book back to Mahiru and she took it and turned the pages. "I don't know, Kirumi... why give me an empty book like this? It's totally random. And I already have a bunch of notebooks. You should have it, it... fits you better."

Kirumi squinted her eyes and took the book back and asked: "And why is that exactly? Is it because I wear darker clothing that the likes of you? And..." She found that the first page did indeed have some text. It was odd, the text made no sense. It seemed as if the book was a rulebook, but it didn't have any rules described. It was bizarre, how can a rulebook not have rules in it? "Y-yeah... that's it. I can see a resemblance there, I am a photographer after all, that's like my whole thing. It really fits you. Keep it... as a gift from me, you know." She smiled warmly and Kirumi returned the kindness with a slight bow.

Back in her room she used some time to examine the text and came to the conclusion that it must've been a rulebook for some kind of party or some such. But it was now hers so she could use it for whatever she wished - a nice book like it was always good to have around. She set it to the side and pulled off her clothes. She removed her laced bra, it had made her breasts sore.

Wearing a too small bra was the last of Kirumi’s worries - her breasts had just decided to grow and grow during her puberty. It was unfortunate, because Kirumi didn’t much care to care for her own needs, and large breasts were a formidable challenge for sure. She pulled on a light night gown and finally went to bed - still oblivious of the power the book held.