Chapter 3

A Mysterious Feeling

Right now, a woman of dubious origin is cooking in my kitchen.

“Excuse me! I’m at my limit, so I’m going to snack while I cook!”

“Go ahead. Don’t hold back!”

Kentarou’s response is a mix of disbelief and resignation.

“Ah! ————!!!”

“W-What’s wrong?!”

Startled by the woman’s scream from the depths of her stomach, Kentarou rushes into the kitchen.

“The recipe doesn’t say how to crack an egg!!”

“Huh?!”

“Because the recipe for oyakodon doesn’t mention how to crack an egg!”

“…Nyai-san, the information you collected about Earth is missing the crucial details.”

“Also, what kind of setting are you supposed to have? How can you not crack an egg? Didn’t you have 26 years of life experience?”

I roll up my sleeves and quickly wash my hands at the sink.

“I’m not exactly skilled either, but…”

With one hand, I tap the egg, and with both hands, I crack it open.

The woman looks up, her face reflecting shock.

“Wow! Thank you so much! A man who can cook is wonderful. I might consider marriage!”

“Why are you saying that to me right now? I just cracked an egg. Isn’t that a bit off for your character setting?”

“There’s no logic when it comes to love.”

“That’s why it sounds strange!”

“Do you dislike me?!”

Saying this, the woman hugs Kentarou’s back at lightning speed.

Having had a three-way experience after getting drunk, but still being a virgin in the end, Kentarou is flustered!

“W-Wait, what are you doing?!”

“It’s a woman’s survival tactic.”

“That’s not it!”

“Ah, the living room light is on.”

The girl changes direction toward the wooden deck protruding from the living room instead of heading to the entrance.

This is Minoka Minoha, Kentarou’s childhood friend.

Their families are close, so she often visits the wooden deck that is familiar from their regular barbecues.

She opens the screen door and enters the living room.

“Good evening! Is Kentarou here?!”

She recognizes the woman clinging to Kentarou’s back.

For a moment, she thought it was Kentarou’s mother, but quickly realizes that’s clearly not the case.

With her glossy long hair tied up in a ponytail and a fashion model-like appearance, she wears a dark navy pantsuit—along with an apron! Her expression is completely sweet toward Kentarou.

“Sorry, I’ll come back later.”

Realizing the situation, Minoha turns to leave.

“Wait! It’s not what you think, Minoha! Help me!”

“Eh, what?!”

Minoha stops in her tracks.

When she turns back to look at the two again, she notices Kentarou’s puzzled face.

“What are you doing to my Kentarou?!”

Minoha teases them a bit.

“Oh, you’re the Minoha from that time! Nice to meet you.”

“Y-You know me? W-Who did we meet before? Wait, but is it really nice to meet you?!”

“Yes, nice to meet you. But I’ve been watching you since you were little.”

“Like that time.”

The woman speaks suggestively.

“Stop that.”

Kentarou whispers to the woman.

“If this turns into a discussion about a three-way with Minoha hearing it, things will get out of hand!!!”

“Kentarou, did you show her the album?”

“No, I didn’t.”

Minoha examines the woman again.

“So, who is this person?!”

“Umm…,”

Kentarou struggles to think about how much to reveal.

“I’m Nyai. Nice to meet you.”

The woman still clings to Kentarou’s back.

“Nyai, is that a pseudonym!? Wow, Kentarou, you’re scandalous! How low can you go?!”

“Wait a minute. Your imagination is way worse!”

“Isn’t it?”

“How would I know?”

The woman interjects.