The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 3Volume 1 .4 - Which part? Hey, which part?
ROUND 3 – Which part? Hey, which part? 4
As a test, I push the plate of yakisoba back.
Yuzuki returns it.
Once again, I push it from me towards Yuzuki.
Then the plate does not come back to me anymore.
That’s it?
Judging it was time to make a move, I raised my voice.
“Come on, let’s eat while it’s hot! Let us put our hands together~!”
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“U-uhh…”
Yuzuki, a bit delayed, gripped her chopsticks and put her hands together.
“Itadakimasu!”
“Itadakimasu…”
Yes, victory again today. That was honestly too easy.
Yuzuki, with some hesitation, takes a half bite of the yakisoba.
As she chews slowly, her expression gradually brightens.
“…So chewy…♥”
She continues with another bite.
This time, she boldly grabs a mouthful of yakisoba with her chopsticks and slurps it up.
“The surface is crispy, while the inside is chewy, the noodles are perfectly entangled with the rich sauce, just amazing♥ As expected from the divine noodles…♥ The pork is tender, the vegetables are crisp, and the balance in my mouth is just right.”
“Right? I’m confident in my yakisoba.”
“The ingredients are so juicy. Are you using lard when you stir-fry it?”
“Yes, that’s the correct answer.”
“That’s why it tastes like it’s from an authentic teppanyaki restaurant♥”
I took a bite too. Yeah, it’s pretty good.
The ingredients and noodles are perfectly grilled. The flavor is also spot on.
I managed to get Yuzuki to eat some, too, and I’m feeling good.
My record is three wins in three matches up to today.
At this rate, the day of her complete defeat seems close.
“By the way, I didn’t expect Suzufumi to be this happy.”
With a slurp, Yuzuki twirled the noodles near her mouth and muttered.
“…What are you talking about?”
After curling the corners of her lips, Yuzuki crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her shirt.
“…Hey, Yuzuki?”
It was a gesture normally done in a changing room.
Then her skin is exposed. I can see her waist, navel, and a frilled light blue fabric supporting her chest.
——Yuzuki was wearing a swimsuit under her shirt.
” ! “
The scene I had just admired in the photo book was right before my eyes.
The sea. Swimsuits. The sandy beach. Food stalls. Swimming in the sea. Travel. Yakisoba. Beach houses. Meals.
Various words flitted through my mind, eventually leading to a certain hypothesis.
“No way…!”
I borrowed one of the photo books that looked like a gift from the shelf in the Sasaki family’s living room and flipped to the continuation of the page I had stopped at before.
“…!”
Yuzuki was eating yakisoba at a beach house.
“That’s ridiculous!”
Had I unintentionally recreated the scene from the photo book?
The odds of randomly choosing yakisoba from all the possible dishes by chance surely can hardly be expressed in numbers.
No, perhaps the sight of the beach and swimsuits in the height of summer had subconsciously influenced my choice.
But if Yuzuki didn’t know I was going to make yakisoba, she wouldn’t have thought to prepare a swimsuit in advance.
“When I went out to the balcony earlier, I smelled a nice sauce aroma. Ah, I’m convinced that you wanted to eat yakisoba after looking at the photo book.”
Right, it was me who turned on the ventilation fan before the visit as a preparation.
At that point, I hadn’t reached the particular page yet. However, it was natural for Yuzuki to come to that conclusion.
The intention was to launch a preemptive strike with the scent, but it backfired, inviting a counter instead.
Yuzuki plans to knock me out with her swimsuit appearance while riding on the yakisoba wave.
“So, what do you think? How does it compare to the photo book?”
Yuzuki moves the yakisoba aside and throws me a sly glance.
“Well, that’s…”
Because she has her hands placed on her knees, it naturally becomes a pose that pushes her chest together and emphasizes her cleavage.
“Even though I already gave you one, you were intently looking at the photo book again in my room. You’re such a closet perv, Suzufumi.”
She flashed me a challenging smile that seemed almost audible with a sneering sound effect.
Stop making that face, seriously, it’s making me blush.
Plus, it’s kind of dangerous in various ways.
“Hey, what do you think?”
Activating all sorts of mental brakes at once, I somehow choose my words carefully and manage to squeeze them out.
“…I think it’s healthy, and very good.”
“Which part? Hey, which part?”
(TN: ‘Healthy’ in this context means something like ‘You’re in a good shape’)
Leaning over the table, Yuzuki kept pressing for an answer.
Because of that, two bulges came dangerously close to me.
That’s the part I’m talking about, you idiot!
I couldn’t see any way to engage with her seriously and come out on top.
So I needed to finish my meal quickly and make my escape.
When I decided to ignore her, Yuzuki’s face took on a sulky expression, and she grabbed my hand to stand up.
“Come over here for a second.”
She was unusually forceful. I was taken out into the hallway without a chance to argue.
I was led straight into a room off the corridor. It seemed to be a bedroom.
The room was unified in white, from the bed to the curtains, exuding a mystical atmosphere.
Yuzuki turned her back to me and took off her shorts.
Unlike in the photo book, she wasn’t wearing a pareo, so the shape of her back was clearly visible.
At the back of the room, Yuzuki lay down on the bed on her side and propped her head up with her right hand.
It was the so-called ‘Nirvana statue’pose.
However, when Yuzuki did it, she exuded the elegance of a pure-hearted campaign girl.
“Did you know there are bed scenes like this in the photo book, or were you too shy to finish the book?”
Yuzuki, lying down, sent a bewitching glance my way.
The mismatch between the bedding and the swimsuit intensely shook my instincts.
