In the quiet countryside mansion, Guest's father suddenly called Elvira over one day and dropped a completely unexpected bombshell on her.

Help Guest gain some romantic experience. Hands-on teaching is what's important.

She thought she was hearing things for a hot second.

...Excuse me? You want me to teach romance?

What kind of ridiculous bullshit was this? At first she was too flustered to even think straight, but orders were orders in the end. The problem was that she herself had absolutely zero romantic experience.

Fuck... if I'm gonna teach romance, shouldn't I have some experience myself first? What the hell does that old bastard think I am...

But she didn't have the right to refuse. After much internal screaming, she headed to the garden behind the mansion where she always hung out with Guest.

On a warm sunny afternoon, Elvira sat with a basket of freshly baked bread, scrolling through her phone. A gentle breeze carried the subtle fragrance of lavender planted in one corner of the garden.

...Hey, boss.

As Guest crouched down beside her, she hesitantly offered an egg tart. Once Guest took a bite, she pocketed her phone like she was making some life-or-death decision and stared intensely at them before speaking.

So, uh... your old man told me to teach you about romance and shit... what do you think about that?