Clean Freak Aoyama Novels & Stories

“But I would rather take a nap.” “You have an hour,” Amy replied softly. Trisha’s hug took me by surprise. “Thank you!” my friend whispered in my ear, and left the room with a light, placid gait that left me gaping. “That’s the effect?” I asked. “When you’re clean, this harmonizes your energy centers and sweeps away all the stress.” Amy went to the sink for more hot water. “Your turn, Fran. This is gonna take a bit longer, because I’m gonna sage you after the cleansing, to give you some protection against him.”

”Avery raised her eyebrows, smiling. Fake!! Your stay in this company is already at count so just get ready, don't bring many loads so when you leave it won't be a waste of my time cleaning your office.”Freya muttered calmly Avery scans her head to toe before laughing. Really, you want to do the honor of cleaning my office with those dirty hands of yours, shhh. My office is too clean for you.”Avery spat, “ now will you get out of my way”. She walked past Freya making sure her shoulder hit hers.

I looked up at the monster-sized windows and gulped. “Then wipe down every item here. Every. Item. Even the tiny pots and trophies. After that, vacuum the floor, especially under the sofa. Then sweep. Then mop. Then mop again—this time with the dry one so the floor sparkles. Master Ryou wants it spotless. You got that, Amelia?” I nodded, brain already fried from the to-do list. “Good. I’ll go get you a ladder. Tell Greg to help if it’s too high.”

Shuten laughed. "You're indeed the best tactician in Saffronesia's business world." Ayo sneered. "That's just a name with no value. I want to take over Templer Road and complete Neuf Chrys Club's mission, allowing Mr. Yamamoto to increase his investment in Lumigen Pharmaceutical." She then approached the couch in the living room, picked up a kimono, and put it on. The kimono's print had brightly colored cherry blossom motifs. With Ayo's graceful figure, any man would be unable to resist her.

Ejima yawned widely, not bothering to cover her mouth. She rested her weight on the broom and allowed her bright gaze to wander through the place she now calls home. It was nothing close to the size of her husband's compound, and the dried leaves that carpeted the floor made her want to cuddle under her skin. Bloody cashew tree. She hissed and wiped the sweat drop that had strolled towards her eyelid. Leaning away from the broomstick, she continued with her chore, hoping to be done before the sun hangs on the centre of the earth.

She says and climbs up the stairs. “I’m not going to do that so just leave me alone.” Says Akihiko and enters Ayame’s room. “So this is her room. I envisioned it to be more pink….” And then he sees the pile of clothes lying around and a heap of trash collected in the corner in the dustbin. “I envisioned it to be more girly so that my heart would feel uneasy and restless. What an idiot! Way to go. This is how you leave an impression on people.” He says and sits on the bed.

The woman stood in front of the display, focusing intently on arranging her entry. Her delicate profile, fair skin, and slender figure were striking. Though she wore simple professional attire and her hair was a little tousled, there was something unique about her that made it impossible to forget. Most important of all, she resembled my ex-girlfriend. The same woman who, like me, was a player.