The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 2Volume .7 - Ugh...
ROUND 2 – “Ugh…” 7
“The loser has to retire from being Yuzuki’s caretaker, right? Emoto-san?”
“Ugh…”
Emoto-san let out a groan of agony.
Oh senpai-idol-sama, the spit you spat out couldn’t be swallowed back. (TN: take back what you’ve said)
The outcome seemed clear without even checking, but as her rival, I had to properly send her off.
These past few days had made me strongly aware of my desire to “make Yuzuki fall for the meal,” and this was the least I could do to thank her.
“Then, Yuzuki. Which meal satisfied you more? Please raise your hand to judge. Three, two, one——”
“Hey, what the, there are people here!”
A rough voice interrupted me.
Looking in the direction of the voice, there stood two men in their early twenties.
One is in a white tank top, and the other is in a black tank top. They looked like differently colored enemy characters from an RPG.
“Ah… looks like there’s an open seat at the end here. Tsk, what should we do?”
It seemed he had been wandering around looking for a place to rest.
The man in the white tank top was visibly irritated.
“Let’s just sit here. Man, I’m seriously tired.”
The man in the black tank top was also in a bad mood.
His sandals were flimsy, hardly suitable for strolling through this area.
“So, we’re sharing a table with you guys. Sorry to intrude on your date.”
Of course, there was no reason to refuse. However, I felt it was better not to stay too long.
The white tank top man who approached the bench first made a curious face. Eventually, he stopped in front of Yuzuki.
“…You, I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”
“I-is that so?”
Prompted by the white tank top’s reaction, the black tank top also approached us.
“Ah, definitely. Are you a celebrity? An idol?”
“Seriously? It’s my first time seeing her. And who’s the guy next to her? Her boyfriend?”
In these few seconds, I had a hunch. This duo was definitely loose-lipped.
If Yuzuki’s identity as a popular idol was revealed, strange rumors would spread.
There was no way out of the gazebo with the white and black tank tops blocking the way except to ask them to make a way.
Trying to escape forcefully would be like admitting to a secret date.
As I was pondering how to broach the subject, Emoto-san stepped forward.
“Actually, we’re in the middle of a location shoot for a walk around town.”
In her hand was a gimbal with a smartphone attached, as if to say we were in the middle of filming.
However, the display remained off. In other words, it was a bluff.
“Oh, so you are a celebrity? Then let me take a photo. I want to brag to my friends.”
Before the white tank top could reach into his pocket, Emoto-san made an apologetic gesture with her free hand.
“I’m sorry. Due to our contract, we can’t reveal any information about the cast or the filming location before the broadcast. We’ll be charged a penalty fee if we do.”
In front of Yuzuki, she had been acting like a protective older sister, but now she was as polite as a junior employee respecting her senior.
She lowered the corners of her eyebrows apologetically and smiled faintly.
“It’s just one picture, it won’t hurt──”
Mid-sentence, the white tank top’s right hand floated up to his chest.
It was enveloped by Emoto-san’s hand.
“Since we can’t do a photo, how about a handshake instead? Is that okay?”
Her sharp eyes captured the man and wouldn’t let go.
The white tank top instantly turned docile, muttering “Ah, okay” in agreement.
The black tank top, who shook hands next, also seemed smitten.
“There might be an announcement from the station later, so please look forward to it!”
Leaving the somewhat dazed men behind, we quickly left the gazebo.
Walking beside me, Emoto-san had returned to her cool, composed demeanor, like a boss who had just finished a task.
“You seem quite experienced.”
“As an ‘older sister,’ I always simulate protecting my younger sister. If you claim to be Yuzuki’s caretaker, shouldn’t you prove your worth in such situations?”
Ugh, I couldn’t argue with that.
Honestly, I might have been too excited.
I was so happy to be out with Yuzuki that I hadn’t thought about what to do in a situation like this, so I was hesitant for a moment in front of the white and black tank tops.
“It’s a bit earlier than planned, but let’s call it a day. With Mamori-san here, it would be troublesome if someone else approached us.”
A considerable amount of time had passed since we entered, and the park was now fairly crowded.
It’s unfortunate, but it seemed best to do as I was told.
“Mamori-san, please allow me to say one last thing.”
“What is it?”
Emoto-san’s piercing gaze captured me.
“Your cooking skills seem quite impressive, but from my perspective, you’re still a rookie! Unable to fend off even the slightest trouble for Yuzuki, what kind of caretaker are you?”
“Ugh…”
“First of all, showing up in such a frivolous outfit! Aren’t you just signaling to everyone around that you’re on a date?”
“Ughh…”
“And arriving at the meeting place an hour early, it’s blatantly obvious that you have an ulterior motive to spend even a second longer alone with Yuzuki! How indecent!”
Wait, didn’t she say just one last thing?
I’ve been getting hammered here. And doesn’t that last criticism apply to Emoto-san as well?
“Anyway, that will be all for today. Excuse me.”
Emoto-san took Yuzuki’s hand and quickly walked away from me.
Yuzuki seemed to want to say something, but she just waved at me timidly and walked off in the opposite direction with Emoto-san.
To think that I would owe something to my rival, Emoto-san, seems I am indeed still a rookie.
I’ll admit defeat this time, but I’ll definitely secure a complete victory next time.
Wait, hold on.
Why am I acting as if I’ve been defeated?
It feels like I’m forgetting something important…
“…Ah.”
That’s right, the outcome of the ‘Immoral Meal VS Moral Meal’ showdown hadn’t been decided.
Could it be that she hurried away to…
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“…to avoid settling the score amidst the commotion…!?”
Emoto Ruru, a tough character indeed.
