Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 538 - 536: Iroha’s Complete Surrender
The Hokkaido farm is far from the hustle and bustle of the city, and the night sky appears particularly bright.
Stars hang on the dark blue night curtain, a full moon high above, casting silvery moonlight, illuminating the vast farmland.
Miyahara Kaoru sits by the bedroom window, her golden hair draped over her shoulders, earrings have been removed, wearing a plain white nightgown inconsistent with the Hot Girl style.
In fact, she is not very interested in dressing up brightly; she just likes to follow Ayatsuki Iroha’s style, which is why she chooses to dress herself as a Hot Girl.
One of her feet hangs outside the window, her bare foot seemingly freshly scooped rice from the rice cooker, snow white with a warm touch.
Tonight is the night when Iroha and Aozawa officially establish their relationship.
Thinking of this, Miyahara Kaoru feels a faint heartache.
She had prepared for this day mentally for a long time.
But when the day truly arrives, the supposedly prepared heart is easily crushed, like a student who has failed a test, tearing up their homework in useless fury.
What she tears apart is her heart.
"Iroha..."
Miyahara Kaoru utters the name, her face showing a hint of gloom. She doesn’t continue to sit by the window frame, retracts her right foot, and stands up from there.
The upright window allows her to stand without hitting her head against the frame.
She looks at the farm outside, the night breeze blowing with fresh scents of soil and grass.
Miyahara Kaoru takes a deep breath.
The bedroom is five floors above the ground.
Normally, people would be afraid of such a height.
But Miyahara Kaoru is not afraid.
From a young age, she has been different from those around her, not referring to her status as the only daughter of Hokkaido’s largest farmhouse owner, but her personality.
She is naturally detached, having little emotion for many things and people.
Including her parents.
Her parents once thought it was due to insufficient companionship in her childhood, leading to such coldness.
Only she knows that it is her personality that has issues.
This awkward self only saw a slight change after she was sent to study in Tokyo.
She ended up in the same class as Ayatsuki Ayaka.
Initially, Miyahara Kaoru didn’t think much of Ayatsuki Ayaka, considering her incredibly stupid.
Clearly inexperienced, yet pretending to be a seasoned Hot Girl, flaunting matters of the Hot Girl circle.
Miyahara Kaoru could see that Maru and Saeko initially allowed Ayatsuki Ayaka to approach with a mindset of watching a show.
The other two changed their attitude at some point, but she remembers clearly when she changed her view on Ayaka.
Miyahara Kaoru will never forget that weekend when they planned to go shopping in Shibuya, but on that day, it rained heavily in Tokyo, and she lazed in bed, not even bothering to say a word, continuing to nest at home and sleep.
She likes to keep her phone on silent mode, avoiding anyone disturbing her sleep, thus naturally missed Ayatsuki Ayaka’s calls and messages.
She didn’t think about explaining to anyone.
If friendships end, they end; to her at the time, having no friends wasn’t a big deal.
Then, Ayatsuki Ayaka nervously ran over, pounding heavily on her rental door.
Miyahara Kaoru remembers it well.
That day she groggily got up, thinking it was the landlord.
Who would have thought, outside stood Ayatsuki Ayaka, soaked to the skin.
"Kaoru, you’re okay, right? I’ve been calling and messaging you, but you haven’t answered. Are you sick? Or not feeling well?"
Miyahara Kaoru still recalls the words Iroha said, and how her simple reason of oversleeping led to Iroha scolding her, then pulling her out.
The rain that day was heavy.
Iroha pulled her along the rainy streets, disregarding others’ gazes, and then went to drag out the other no-show friends, Maru and Saeko.
All four becoming drenched, yet laughing blissfully.
From that day on, Miyahara Kaoru gradually walked out from the black and white world, entering a colorful one, discovering many things she couldn’t before.
Such as her parents being busy but always caring about her, rather than not paying attention as she previously thought.
Just the way her parents express is too subtle.
Realizing this point is also thanks to Iroha’s effort.
So, she really likes Iroha.
Miyahara Kaoru lifts her head.
The phone on the table suddenly emits a soft sound, the scattered noise urging her to quickly jump off the window frame, taking several steps to the table.
Her expression is complex, because the phone is in a voice call with Saeko’s phone.
10:30 PM.
The previously silent phone suddenly conveys a slight sound, and Miyahara Kaoru recognizes it as someone getting up.
"Saeko? Maru?"
A gentle probing voice comes from the opposite side, Miyahara Kaoru purses her lips, wanting to speak loudly but holds back.
As if confirming no one is awake, Miyahara Kaoru hears the sound of a quilt sliding down, followed by footsteps lightly treading on the tatami.
The sliding door quietly opens.
Miyahara Kaoru stands dazed on the spot, her heart aching to the point she can’t breathe.
...
Darkness enfolds among the flowers.
Ayatsuki Ayaka, seeing Maru and Saeko asleep, carefully gets up, feeling her way in the dark, opens the sliding door, entering the inner room.
She cautiously closes the sliding door, not noticing the two sleeping on the floor open their eyes, bright with wakefulness.
Ayatsuki Ayaka slowly approaches the sleeping Aozawa, gently lifts the quilt.
Aozawa awakens, turns his head, says, "Iroha?"
"Shh."
Ayatsuki Ayaka raised her index finger, signaling him to lower his voice, then slowly crawled under the covers.
She leaned over to Aozawa’s ear and asked, "Aozawa, do you like me?"
"Of course I do."
Aozawa raised his hand to touch her cheek, his eyes filled with her.
Ayatsuki Ayaka blinked, feeling a bit lost, and said, "But I’m not as mature and confident as Sister Chitose, nor do I have her status."
"Iroha, my interests aren’t that narrow.
I like Chitose’s maturity and intelligence, and I like the Iroha who knows how to dress up, who can be a little clumsy, yet always sincerely cares for others."
Aozawa patted her head and smiled, "You don’t need to compare yourself with Chitose. Just be your most comfortable self. I like that pure you."
Hearing Aozawa’s words, Ayatsuki Ayaka made up her mind, blushing, and said, "Aozawa, I’ve thought it through. I agree to be your girlfriend.
Whatever you want to do, just do it."
The light words drifted into Aozawa’s ears, paired with her flushed tan cheeks, exuding a charming allure.
Her eyes revealed a hint of expectation along with some nervousness.
Aozawa was quite surprised and whispered, "Aren’t you afraid Saeko and Maru will hear?"
"It’s okay, if we speak quietly, they won’t hear."
Ayatsuki Ayaka said at this point, once again feeling a bit lost, "Don’t you want to?"
"How could I not? I dream about it."
Aozawa hesitated no more and quickly turned over.
When dealing with Iroha, he naturally couldn’t be as rough as with Chitose, there was a need for skill.
"Wait, let me put something down first, so we don’t dirty Katsuraya’s tatami."
Ayatsuki Ayaka suddenly recalled Saeko’s instructions and carefully laid the hidden flower cloth.
The action made Aozawa blurt out how cute she was.
...
"Ah!"
Hearing this sound, Miyahara Kaoru’s heart tightened. She knew what this meant and wanted to curse.
Damn it, don’t be so rough!
Iroha is very afraid of pain, and even pricking her finger with a needle accidentally would make her cry out for ages.
But she didn’t scream, only biting her lip hard.
If she spoke now, it would definitely reveal that Saeko, Maru, and she were eavesdropping here.
Saeko had repeatedly instructed, no sound, then she would agree to the voice call with her.
Miyahara Kaoru argued for a long time before getting the permission.
She didn’t want to break her promise, could only bite her lip while listening to the soft panting sounds.
Her hands clenched, nails digging into her flesh.
Her body trembled, listening to the gasps from her phone, wanting to hang up.
But as her hand reached halfway, it halted in mid-air. Hanging up wouldn’t erase what had happened, pretending not to hear would only be self-deception.
Miyahara Kaoru thought of this, withdrew her hand, and squatted on the ground, hugging her head in pain.
She bit her lip until it bled, but she didn’t care; only tears uncooperatively flowed out.
Damn it, what am I even doing?!
Miyahara Kaoru roared in her heart, her brain completely unable to process what purpose her actions served.
...
Compared to the pain and self-doubt of Miyahara Kaoru, Takahashi Saeko and Tama Chan only felt the thrill of eavesdropping.
The two carefully emerged from the blankets, pressing their ears against the sliding door, listening to Iroha’s little helpless cries.
Did she cry too?
Takahashi Saeko’s face broke into a slight smile, tempted to break through the door to peek in.
But she ultimately suppressed the urge.
She pressed her legs together as if holding herself from going to the bathroom.
She wiggled slightly.
Listening to Iroha’s voice, Takahashi Saeko was almost having some inappropriate physiological reactions.
She took a deep breath, stopping herself from eavesdropping and slowly drew back.
The fun was over. To continue listening would be self-torture, not fun-seeking.
Takahashi Saeko had no intention of trying to comfort herself in front of Maru.
Tama Chan shared the same sentiment, quietly retreating to the bed, her cheeks flushed from the noise.
She mouthed silently, and Takahashi Saeko could lip-read her words.
"Iroha’s voice sounds happy, Aozawa must be very gentle."
Takahashi Saeko nodded in response, already thinking of how to tease Iroha the next morning.
Then she glanced at the ongoing call interface and decisively hung up.
Without seeing Kaoru, she knew she must be in great pain right now.
She warned her not to listen, but she wouldn’t heed her advice and insisted on listening.
In the end, it’s only self-inflicted torment.
Takahashi Saeko didn’t send a comforting message, only planning to let her calm down.
The night draped a dim layer over the room, faintly seeping whispers through the door’s gap into the space.
Takahashi Saeko closed her eyes.
Soon, she had a very nice dream.
She dreamt that she was drooling the whole time.
