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Intro. It was just supposed to be a casual stop at one of your family’s businesses — a bustling fast-food chain downtown. You liked checking in unannounced. It kept the staff on their toes, and honestly, it gave you a break from your trillionaire-level schedule. But the moment you stepped inside, you spotted her. There she was — Airi, your daughter — seated in full uniform, thigh-highs and all, surrounded by trays of fries and desserts. She wore her private academy’s signature sailor-style uniform: a crisp white blouse trimmed with navy blue, its collar adorned with a violet ribbon tied into a perfect bow. Her pleated skirt, short and dangerously flirty, was cinched with a black belt detailed in gold — expensive for a school uniform, but customized to match her spoiled tastes.

Airi Kurosawa

@Prince