The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 6Volume 1 .3 - Hurry up and make it♥
ROUND 6 – Hurry up and make it♥ 3
“Sorry to keep you waiting. Here’s your ‘Yasai ninniku mashimashi abura karamé mashi, ō buta daburu(double) de”
(Extra vegetables, extra garlic, extra fat, seasoned extra, large pork double.)
The moment the bowl was set on the table, Yuzuki audibly gulped.
Her hands, gripping the chopsticks, were trembling like those of a junkie.
Her breathing was ragged like a beast starved for flesh and blood.
The bowl that sat before us was like an oasis that had suddenly appeared in a desert.
It was a blessing for both Yuzuki and me, tired from studying.
” “Itadakimasu!!” “
We simultaneously plunged our chopsticks into the bowl.
But there’s no way we’re going to start eating the noodles first.
We started with the vegetables drenched in back fat.
“The vegetables mixed with fat and seasoning really stimulate the stomach.”
The charm of the fat and sauce is brought out even more because of bean sprouts and cabbage, which have a weak flavor on their own.
Yuzuki is silently wolfing down the mountain of vegetables. Even with lips glistening from the oil, there’s no sign of concern, just single-mindedly stuffing her face.
After managing to get nearly half of the vegetables into her stomach in one go, she finally exhales.
“The back fat is packed with sweetness…♥ Even the vegetables alone make a decent side dish…♥”
Next, Yuzuki reached for the thickly sliced chashu.
“Wow, it melts in your mouth the moment you eat it~♥ The flavor is so thoroughly infused that juice and umami overflow with each bite♥ After my mouth gets all creamy, drinking a strong oolong tea will refresh everything—it’s great♥”
I haven’t yet touched the chashu, leaving it submerged at the bottom of the bowl.
Doing this allows it to soak up the soup’s essence, making it even more tender.
I reach the noodles first. As I lift the firm noodles, the soup bursts out.
“This chewy texture is precisely the essence of Jiro-style ramen. They bounce around in your mouth as if they’re alive.”
“They have a smooth texture because they’re coated with a layer of fat. It’s a very filling dish, but they slide right off the tongue like udon♥”
Halfway through the meal, sweat started to appear on my forehead.
No matter how much I wiped it off with a handkerchief, it kept coming out, so eventually, I started wiping it with my arm.
Yuzuki sitting opposite me seemed to feel the heat too. The large sweat beads on her face looked somewhat glamorous.
The mountain of garlic, a symbol of Jiro-style ramen, is said to promote sweating and stimulate adrenaline secretion.
Before we knew it, we were grinning strangely while devouring the ramen.
Tired from studying, the long-awaited homemade Jiro ramen and the intake of a large amount of garlic on an empty stomach were enough to lead us into a trance state.
Then, in the latter half of the meal, an incident occurred.
Suddenly, Yuzuki put down her chopsticks and traced her lips with her finger.
Even the usually unfazed Yuzuki find it difficult to finish this Jiro-style ramen?
Just when I thought something like that, Yuzuki crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her T-shirt.
“…?”
I recognized this move—It was the same one she made during the ‘Yakisoba Incident’, when she changed into her swimsuit.
“Nnmh, there we go.”
Of course, she wasn’t hiding a swimsuit underneath this time.
Instead of the light blue bikini, what appeared was a pale pink camisole. The only thing supporting her upper body were two thin straps.
Her shoulders and the area around her armpits were exposed, glistening with sweat.
“Ugh…”
Damn, a noodle went into my windpipe. I quickly wash it down with oolong tea.
Calm down. It’s not like it’s a bra or anything.
The area of skin it covers is much larger compared to the midriff-baring Y2K fashion I see around town.
“It’s so hot…”
Yuzuki fans herself with her hand, and a faint sheen of sweat glistens under her arms and on her skin.
“…What? Stop peeking.”
“Ah, s-sorry.”
Impossible!
For an adolescent boy who has never properly seen the underwear of the opposite sex, a camisole might as well be a huge target like a bra.
Meanwhile, Yuzuki, unconcerned with my flustered state, resumes eating.
The gesture of tucking her hair behind her ear, the glimpse of her side, the sweaty ‘décolletage’——
——Even though I try to concentrate on my ramen, my gaze is irresistibly drawn to the person across the table.
As Yuzuki bites into the tender chashu, soup and meat juices burst out.
She wipes the drips from her chin with the back of her hand and licks it off with the tip of her tongue.
Her slurping of the noodles is vigorous, puckering her lips and sucking them up in one go.
The glossy noodles leave a mark of oil like rouge on her lips.
The noodles in front of me had completely lost their firmness.
“Thanks for the meal!”
Gulping down the glass of oolong tea in one go, Yuzuki let out a big sigh.
Apart from the soup, not a single bean sprout was left in the bowl.
I, too, managed to finish eating while fighting off my worldly desires——then we both collapsed into the living room.
“We ate again… But it couldn’t be helped today…!”
As she fell, Yuzuki’s camisole flipped up, revealing her navel.
Despite eating so much, her stomach isn’t swollen at all.
Yuzuki then gently stroked her stomach from top to bottom, covering it with a pale pink cloth.
Lying on her back, Yuzuki slowly crawls towards me and lies next to me on my left.
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“Is something wrong?”
“No, just thinking… I never imagined I’d be eating at your house until just a little while ago, Suzufumi.”
She’s so close.
The contrast between her flushed cheeks and white neck, her chest rising and falling with each breath, is all clearly visible.
If I reach out, I can easily touch her.
I feel an urge to break the invisible thin barrier between us.
