Regarding the Matter of Beautiful Girls Relentlessly Seeking My Body (Experience Points)
“Umm, what are you going to do for lunch, Yura-chan? I was thinking of just grabbing some ready-made food from the store.”
“Then I’ll do the same. I have some other things to buy, so I’ll wait for you at the entrance of the supermarket after I’m done shopping.”
After parting with Yura-chan, I headed to the deli section of the supermarket. Once I was alone, I couldn’t help but recall the strange atmosphere around Yura-chan.
She was smiling, but her eyes weren’t smiling… it was as if the light had disappeared from her eyes. It matched the typical “yandere” look you often see in manga.
When I met Yura-chan before, in front of Shibuya Dungeon, she didn’t have that kind of aura at all. Sure, she was a bit pushy in the karaoke room, but she didn’t seem disturbed at that time.
If Yura-chan has changed like this, then the cause has to be…
“It’s because I mistakenly blocked her calls, isn’t it…”
It might be a bit presumptuous to think that Yura-chan, now a popular idol diver, would be so fixated on an average high school guy like me. But I suspect the cause is my vast experience.
I gently rub my right arm over my clothes.
Yura-chan is the first victim of my vast experience points’ pleasures. And she was left alone for four years. When we finally met again, she fainted, and when she woke up, I was gone, and when she tried to contact me, I had blocked her calls.
“Am I… the worst?”
A series of unfortunate events led to this, but the final blow was definitely blocking her calls.
Yura-chan, who has now become a distant person, was once my first love. If she wants it, I’ll increase my experience points as much as needed. And I’ll try to bring her back to her normal self quickly.
Otherwise, her fans will eventually find out and beat me up…
Besides, when we were talking at the café, there was a weird atmosphere at first, but by the end, we were having a normal, fun conversation. Maybe I’m just overthinking this.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. If we talk a little, Yura-chan will go back to normal. Then we can be just regular friends. Yeah, that’s definitely it.”
I nod to myself repeatedly, convincing myself, before finishing up my shopping and heading to the entrance of the supermarket. Yura-chan was already waiting there, holding a large plastic bag in her right hand.
“Sorry for making you wait.”
“No, it’s fine. I just finished paying too.”
“You bought quite a lot, huh? What did you get?”
“Ah. No peeking, Tatsuya-kun. You shouldn’t look at what a girl bought!”
When I glanced at Yura-chan’s hands, she quickly moved the plastic bag behind her back to hide it.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was just thinking I could carry it if it’s heavy.”
“Hehe, it’s okay. Besides, I’m stronger than you.”
“Hehe, I guess you are.”
We laughed together and walked on. But while chatting normally, a question lingered in my mind.
I had noticed a toothbrush sticking out of the plastic bag Yura-chan was holding. She was just going to a friend’s house, so why would she need a toothbrush?
Well, but Yura-chan is an idol, so maybe she just takes extra care of her teeth. After all, they say an entertainer’s smile is their life.
“Ah!”
While walking, something fell from Yura-chan’s plastic bag.
“Umm, Yura-chan, what’s that?”
“This?”
She picked it up and held it next to her face. It was a small set of travel-sized shampoo and conditioner.
“Shampoo? Why?”
“Well, you see, my hair is white, right? It’s more prone to getting frizzy than regular hair, so I’m particular about my shampoo and conditioner.”
“Oh, I see.”
No, no, that’s not what I meant. I wanted to ask why she bought shampoo now, not why she buys specific shampoo.
With an uneasy feeling, we continued walking until we reached the apartment building.
“Hey, this is the same apartment complex as Ain-nyan’s, right? I thought you lived nearby, but I didn’t expect you to be in the same building. Funny how that worked out.”
She smiled cutely, and I almost found myself forgiving everything because of her charm.
“This is my place. It’s messy, but please come in.”
“Hehe, it’s been since elementary school that I’ve come to visit your house. I never imagined I’d be coming to a place where you live alone back then. I’m home!”
“Welcome home… Huh?”
“Huh? Did you just say ‘I’m home’? Normally, wouldn’t you say ‘excuse me’ instead?”
