The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 7Volume 2 .2 - Suzufumi no Bāka ②
ROUND 7 – Suzufumi no Bāka ② 2
Yuzuki, who initially seemed to be stretching with ease, began to breathe more heavily with each repetition.
As she moved her body back and forth, her clothing became disheveled, loosening at the chest.
Wait, it’s not even a shirt or anything. She’s just wearing a camisole under her yukata! I’ve thought this before, but is it really okay for girls to have their camisoles seen by guys?
Not good, I need to focus on supporting her. It’s absolutely unacceptable to harbor any impure thoughts while Yuzuki is diligently doing her stretching routine.
But as if to test my willpower, her yukata kept becoming more undone.
Maybe the obi was tied too loosely, or perhaps the stretching had caused it to loosen.
The chest area was so wide open that I almost suspected she was doing it on purpose.
Yuzuki, however, was gritting her teeth and had her eyes closed. The fact that she was completely oblivious to it only made it worse.
When the set number of repetitions was finished, Yuzuki collapsed onto her back.
“Ugh, I’ve been neglecting my back muscle training lately…”
I felt pathetic for having been disturbed by her earlier after seeing Yuzuki like this.
I vowed to assist with the stretching with sincere intentions next time.
“I’m thirsty… I need some water…”
It was the moment Yuzuki stood up in front of me to head to the kitchen.
Slip-
The bright red obi separated from the yukata.
Let’s assess this situation.
Yuzuki’s chest was widely exposed, revealing a pale pink camisole.
Her yukata was no longer just disheveled. It looked almost as if it had been purposely worn out of fashion.
As a result, having lost the restraint of the obi, the kimono obeyed gravity and peeled off as smoothly as peeling the shell off a boiled egg.
“…ah?”
It would still be somewhat fine if it were only the top. It seems that for Yuzuki, exposing a camisole is not something to be overly embarrassed about.
But what about the bottom?
Trying to categorize panties as shorts is definitely a stretch. As proof, Yuzuki’s face quickly turned red.
In the late-night tatami room, Yuzuki’s scream echoed.
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Since then, we have been quietly attending to our separate tasks in the tatami room and the kitchen.
Yuzuki was immersed in listening to what seemed to be a new song while I was taking care of the cooking utensils.
It wasn’t that we had a fight.
It was just an awkward situation.
In an attempt to follow up with Yuzuki, I chose to say, ‘I barely saw anything.’
Though to be honest, I think I caught a glimpse of something yellow, different from the color of her camisole. But it could have been a misunderstanding, and there was no benefit in being honest about it.
Yuzuki accepted my words and seemed relieved on the surface.
Still, things didn’t go back to normal right away.
If this were the ‘Orikita Residence’ and we were to return to our separate rooms, a night’s rest might give us time to sort out our feelings.
But tonight, we will be together until bedtime… or rather, we’re together in one bedroom.
It was impossible not to be conscious of it.
Yuzuki, who had initially been excited about the ‘ two-day and one-night stay with an idol event’ seemed to have reverted to her natural self.
Whenever our eyes met, she would turn her face away immediately.
Should I move to a Western-style room by myself now?
But that would be like confessing that I had actually seen her underwear if I said something like that and ran away.
It was past one in the morning.
While it didn’t matter much to me since it was a day off tomorrow, Yuzuki had to head to a site in the morning.
To avoid unnecessarily cutting into her sleep time, I should be the one to speak up.
“…We should probably get some sleep.”
At the mention of sleep, Yuzuki’s shoulders tremble.
Then, with a movement as stiff as a tin soldier without oil, she slowly turned towards me.
“…t-that’s right.”
There was no bed in this room. It seemed that a complete set of futons was stored in the closet.
The room was reasonably spacious, and it wouldn’t be too awkward if we laid out the futons at opposite ends.
But my expectations were shattered in an instant.
“…Huh?”
When I opened the closet, there was only one set of futons.
Peeking over my shoulder into the closet, Yuzuki was also at a loss for words.
“I should have realized…”
We were originally supposed to stay in separate rooms.
Naturally, only one set of futons would be prepared if there was one guest in the room.
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Why hadn’t I thought something so obvious?
The front desk was already closed for the night, so it would be difficult to arrange for another set now.
“Sorry, my mistake. I’ll sleep on the chair in the veranda.”
“No way! You’ll catch a cold if you sleep there all night, and it’ll be uncomfortable.”
“Then I guess I’ll go to the Western-style room on the third floor…”
As I turned to head to the door, the hem of my yukata was tugged from behind.
Pinching the edge of the yukata, Yuzuki covered her mouth with her sleeve and whispered softly.
“…sleep together?”
Yuzuki’s face was flushed with embarrassment, yet she looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“…well, That’s a bit…”
“Is it because you don’t want to share a futon with me?”
“It’s not like that…”
“Then it’s decided. Suzufumi, go brush your teeth. I already brushed mine, so I’ll prepare the futon in the meantime.”
Yuzuki reached for the closet with a composed motion.
I managed to reply with, “…okay” as that was all I could muster.
I think I spent twice the usual time brushing my teeth.
When I came out of the washroom, the lights in the room had already been turned off.
From this point on, my life could change significantly depending on what happens.
I made a firm promise to myself.
I would not touch Yuzuki, not even with a single finger. I will absolutely not hurt her.
With my resolve set, I stepped onto the tatami.
“…Suzufumi”
A set of futons was laid out in the center of the tatami room, while Yuzuki was sitting seiza beside it.
The moonlight streaming in from the window gently illuminated Yuzuki.
Her soft smile, her lustrous hair, her slender and graceful figure, her white nape.
She is beautiful.
