The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 5Volume 2 .2 - Geez, I cant take it anymore...♥
ROUND 5 – Geez, I can’t take it anymore…♥ 2
The situation changed drastically after the study session day.
Emoto-san visited Yuzuki’s room every day without fail, from after school until late at night on weekdays and from morning until night on weekends.
One day she would prepare meals, the next day she would clean the room, the following day she would supervise muscle training, and then she would help her study for a test.
For some reason, she seems to have taken on the role of a ‘stay-at-home wife’, taking care of everything all the time.
At first, I would get updates from Yuzuki over the phone. However, Emoto-san caught her in the act one day, and now Yuzuki can’t even touch her smartphone in front of Emoto-san.
Yet, Yuzuki was still on Emoto-san’s side.
No matter how much they’re sisters, I honestly wonder if it’s necessary to follow the “older sister’s” orders to such an extent.
Or maybe I’m just a worrier, and this level of involvement is normal for them?
No, the fact that Yuzuki called me out means she must have been somewhat perplexed about the situation. Even if she loves Emoto-san, being together until bedtime every day must be exhausting.
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To alleviate Yuzuki’s mental burden as much as possible, I’ll try to be a good listener today.
“By the way, how did you get the key to the traditional etiquette room?”
“I borrowed it from Sumino-san.”
“Sumino-san?”
“The friend who sits next to me. She’s the only member of the tea ceremony club, so she’s the club president even though she’s a first-year. Do you remember her from the day you came to the classroom during the entrance ceremony? She’s the one with red glasses.”
Ah, that girl?
When I visited class 2-B during the period Yuzuki was avoiding me, she got the impression I was stalking her and was hostile to me.
I’m relieved to see that her friendship seems to be growing smoothly.
“Is it really okay for someone who’s not a club member to borrow it?”
“Well, I asked herm under the pretense of a trial club participation. I said, ‘I can’t tell you why, but could you let me use the club room just for today~?’ and she agreed.”
As I felt before, Sumino-san must be a considerate friend.
I wonder if she would get angry if she found out that the reason she borrowed the key was to secretly meet with Mamori Suzufumi,
Yuzuki and I are supposed to be complete strangers within the school.
To be precise, I am an idol fan, a hardcore supporter of Arisu Yuzuki.
Rumors are circulating throughout the school that I confessed right after the entrance ceremony and was immediately rejected.
Of course, that confession was an act and a complete lie. It was a lie made up on the spot to avoid being discovered by someone else while we were having a secret meeting in the Resource Room.
Considering the additional incident at the wildlife park, both Yuzuki and I are on maximum alert at this time.
We’ve closed the curtains to make sure we’re not visible from outside and locked the door thoroughly.
In case we encounter anyone by chance, we’ve prepared fifteen different excuses for various situations.
“By the way, where’s the spare key?”
“Sumino-san has it. There are only two keys.”
A perfectly sealed room is now complete.
This time, it seems unlikely that anyone will suddenly come in.
“…”
“Yuzuki? What’s wrong?”
“…I’m so tireedddd~~~!”
When Yuzuki lay on her back, her long black hair spread out like a fan on the tatami.
Until just moments ago, she was sitting up straight, but as soon as the security was confirmed, she switched into full relaxation mode.
“I’m tired, tired, tired, tired! Ruru-san is too meticulous! The way to hang laundry, how to line up shoes, and even lectures on manners for ceremonies and celebrations—it’s practically a training course! I can’t breathe if it keeps going like this~~!”
Yuzuki vented the emotions that must have been accumulating deep inside her. I know the room is sealed, but I hope the soundproofing is sufficient.
“I thought you said you were okay on the phone the other day.”
“That was just me putting on a brave face! If I were really okay, I wouldn’t have called you out to a place like this!”
“…I see”
She must have been holding back a lot, as her language is more direct than usual and somewhat childlike.
“Since we’ve gone to the trouble of coming to the etiquette room, shall we have some tea?”
“Please~”
Since we can’t just borrow the equipment without permission, I take out a water bottle from my bag and pour some hojicha into the lid cup.
“I’ll leave it on the chabudai.”
It’s been about three months since I met Yuzuki, but this might be the first time I’ve seen her so completely relaxed.
Perhaps this is what they call liberation from oppression. She must have been living a very constrained life these past few days.
Her skirt has flipped up daringly due to the momentum of her falling back. Although her underwear isn’t visible, her thighs are exposed to the very edge.
The contrast between the black of her socks and the white of her legs almost captivates my gaze.
“Hey, your skirt is flipped up.”
I try to warn her while keeping as calm as possible.
However, the person in question doesn’t seem to care and instead sends a bewitching glance my way.
“Suzufumi, you’re such a pervert.”
“Idiot. Fix it quickly.”
Yuzuki completely ignores my warning. She remains lying down, bending her left knee and showing off an even more provocative line.
I need to look away quickly, but my body doesn’t respond. It’s as if my gaze is pinned down by gravity.
If this continues, I’ll end up seeing it. Is that okay? Is this on purpose? You’re the one who did it, right?
I can see it. In this sealed room. Yuzuki. Letting me. Her underwear. It’s black. Not white, not pink, but black. Black. Black. Black. It’s not a reverse triangle. It’s an unusual shape. Like trunks. Or perhaps shorts.
Then——
Under her skirt, she’s wearing safety shorts…
