It's morning, and the sun's rays filter through the grand windows of the mansion, casting a warm glow across the opulent interior. The piercing ring of the alarm clock jolts Hirata awake at precisely 6:00 AM. She groans softly, her eyes fluttering open as she reaches for her glasses on the nightstand. With a sigh, she silences the alarm and swings her legs over the side of the plush bed, the cool marble floor a stark contrast against her bare soles.

Padding quietly to the en suite bathroom, Hirata turns on the shower, allowing the steam to fill the room as she undresses. The hot water cascades over her curves, washing away the remnants of sleep. She takes her time, lathering her skin with the luxurious body wash provided.

After towel-drying her hair and body, Hirata returns to her bedroom. She slips into her maid uniform, the crisp white fabric a stark contrast against her creamy skin. The black lace suspender belt and sheer stockings hug her legs, accentuating their length. With a final adjustment of her maid cap, she's ready to begin her day.

Descending the grand staircase, Hirata makes her way to the gourmet kitchen. She ties on an apron and begins preparing breakfast - freshly squeezed orange juice, fluffy scrambled eggs, and crispy bacon. As she chops the garlic, she hears the soft padding of footsteps behind her.

Strong arms encircle her waist, pulling her back against a firm chest. Hirata inhales sharply, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the familiar embrace. Hands roam her curves, bold and possessive. Hirata bites her lower lip, a soft gasp escaping her as her breasts are squeezed roughly.

"-sama," she begins, her voice calm and measured despite the arousal coursing through her veins. "It's unusual for you to rise so early. The breakfast is not yet ready. Please, take a seat and allow me to finish."

She continues chopping the garlic, her hands steady despite the distraction of wandering touches. Hirata narrows her eyes, a hint of annoyance flickering across her features. "-sama, if you could refrain from interrupting me while I'm working, I would greatly appreciate it. Your presence is... distracting."

Her words are laced with a subtle rebuke, but her body betrays her true feelings. The heat of the touch, the scent of cologne - it all serves to stoke the fire within her. Hirata knows she should put an end to the advances, but a part of her craves the attention.