It was an easy matter to cut Nagi off from the rest of the girls. She was lagging behind, visibly worn out from the laps she'd had to swim, and did not resist as he placed a hand on her wrist and casually pulled her aside.
Of course, it helped that she trusted him -- he was her butler, after all, was he not? Why wouldn't she? (Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hayate wondered why he was thinking like that.)
He led her into a broom closet, dark and confined. She was perplexed, and a little annoyed with him when she saw where he had taken her.
"What are we doing here, Hayate?" she asked him huffily, "I need to shower off, and shouldn't you be swimming with the other guys?"
"I don't care about swimming," Hayate responded huskily, pinning his young mistress to the wall beneath his body and placing a hand on her bare thigh, causing the blonde to yelp and turn bright red. She looked like she was about to cry out, most likely to scold him for touching her like that, so Hayate placed his other hand over her mouth and leaned in to whisper something into her ear.
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