Regarding the Matter of Beautiful Girls Relentlessly Seeking My Body (Experience Points)
“Ah, it was so cramped!”
As soon as she stepped into my house, Yura-chan took off her hat and removed her wig. Her naturally shiny white hair flowed down gracefully.
When she took off her oversized mod coat, underneath was a beige knitted dress. The sleeves were long, only her fingertips visible, but her shoulders were completely exposed, and the hem of the dress only reached above her knees. Her alluring collarbones and bare legs were on display. It was a contradiction—puffy yet revealing.
“…!”
She was so delicate, it took my breath away. Her outfit stirred up male desires for protection, possession, and lust all at once. This dramatic transformation hit me hard when I was unguarded.
“Hmm? Did something happen?”
Yura-chan tilted her head and asked me when she noticed me staring. Was she doing this on purpose? That gesture was way too cute. Suddenly, the air in the room seemed to turn sweet.
“Nothing… let’s eat, let’s eat.”
If I kept breathing in this sweet atmosphere, my self-control would crumble quickly. I quickly heated up the katsu curry I bought earlier, trying to mask the overwhelming scent of her beauty with the spicy aroma.
Once the katsu curry was warmed up, I was somewhat successful in canceling out Yura-chan’s “beautiful girl” pheromones.
“Takaya-kun, you started living alone after you became a high school student, right? Don’t you cook?”
“I hardly cook at all. When I first started living alone, I thought I’d cook, but when it came down to it, it’s just too much trouble. Buying ingredients is a hassle, and learning recipes is annoying. I never realized it when I lived with my parents, but now that I’m on my own, I really appreciate my mom for cooking every day. Honestly, I’m so grateful.”
“Hehehe, that sounds like you, Takaya-kun.”
“Do I really seem that lazy?”
“No, it’s not that. I just like how you can honestly appreciate your mom. I like that about you.”
“Uh, uh-huh.”
I froze up at her sudden “I like you” declaration. As expected from an idol, she regularly shouts “I love you” to large crowds. The bar for saying “I like you” must be lower for her.
“So, Yura-chan, do you cook? Or do you live alone?”
“I live alone too. At first, I commuted from my parents’ house, but after I became popular, it became difficult, so I started living alone near the idol agency when I entered high school. But I don’t have any time to cook.”
“That makes sense. Even with just high school and part-time work two or three times a week, I still think I’m busy. I can’t imagine doing both high school and being an idol.”
“Oh, but after I dropped out of high school, I had a lot more free time.”
“You dropped out of high school?”
“Yeah, but I passed the high school equivalency exam, so I’m planning to go to college.”
“Yura-chan, you’re too high-spec.”
She’s an idol, a dungeon diver, and on top of that, she’s in her second year of high school, having already passed the high school equivalency exam. And her face value is off the charts—about a 99. She must have some huge flaw.
“No, not really. I just wanted time to look for Takaya-kun, so I worked hard and passed. It wasn’t that big a deal.”
I found it. The flaw was huge. She had an odd obsession with me.
“Huh, but still, Takaya-kun can’t cook. Do you think cooking is something only women should do?”
“No, no, no! I don’t have that old-fashioned thinking. I mean, it’s the modern age, right? Whoever has free hands should cook, and if both are busy, you can just eat out or order takeout. I think it’s great to have that freedom. But, a woman who can cook is nice. I might even be a little envious of a girlfriend in an apron, cooking in the kitchen.”
“Really? Do you have any dishes you want her to make?”
“Umm… I guess I’d like something like nikujaga, stir-fried vegetables, or curry—simple home-cooked dishes.”
“Hehe, so you like homey meals?”
“Yeah, but my favorite is tantanmen. But, if my girlfriend were making tantanmen in my room, that’d be a little weird, right? With a white towel on her head, hands on her hips, and stir-frying the meat sauce in a wok over high heat… it just feels off.”
“Hahaha! Why does it sound so authentic? You don’t need the towel or hands-on-hips!”
I said it for laughs, and Yura-chan laughed honestly. I really liked how genuine her reactions were. It reminded me of elementary school days.
“It’s not about who cooks, though… Like, in a family, the wife makes Japanese food, and the husband makes Chinese food… That kind of household seems really happy, right? And if I occasionally want Western food, we’d go out for French or something.”
“Wow, that sounds really wonderful! I need to work hard to learn Japanese food!”
Hmm? What does that mean? Does she also long for that kind of family?
There were some little things in her words that caught my attention, but talking with Yura-chan was really fun, and the time passed by so quickly. When I looked at the clock, it was already past 4:00 p.m.
“Yura-chan, is it okay for you to stay this long?”
“I’m fine. I don’t have to go to school, and I’m on a break from idol activities. Oh, but I guess if I stay too long, I’ll be a bother… S-sorry, I was just having so much fun… I didn’t mean to trouble you again…”
Yura-chan looked down with a sad expression. It looked like transparent tears were about to fall from her beautiful eyes. Seeing that expression, I was overwhelmed with guilt.
“No, no, not at all! I had so much fun too! Actually, you can stay as long as you want…”
“Really!?”
“Well, uh… yeah?”
Yura-chan smiled brightly, like a big flower blooming.
“I’m so happy you feel the same way! I’ve been having so much fun with you, Takaya-kun!”
“Huh? Wait, um, yeah?”
With a bright expression, Yura-chan started pulling things out of a plastic bag—her toothbrush, shampoo, and cosmetics. It looked like she brought an overnight bag.
“If I can stay as long as I want, maybe I should’ve bought a bigger shampoo bottle instead of a small one. The bathroom is over there, right? I’m coming in♪”
“…Yeah.”
Yura-chan began setting up all her stuff in my room. Sure, I had said she could stay as long as she wanted, but I didn’t actually think she would stay forever.
That’s when the life with Yura-chan in my room started.
