Regarding the Matter of Beautiful Girls Relentlessly Seeking My Body (Experience Points)
A few days have passed since life with Yura-chan began. At first, I was a little cautious, but now I’ve let my guard down quite a bit around her. If this keeps up, I might turn into a useless human being, but I can’t bring myself to escape the comfort and ease of having Yura-chan take care of everything.
By the way, she hasn’t once tried to force herself on me like when we reunited near the Shibuya Dungeon. She’s really acting like an unbelievably good girlfriend. Even though she isn’t my girlfriend.
Life with meals prepared and everything taken care of is wonderful, but there are two things on my mind—one concern and one mystery.
First, my concern. This is honestly trivial, but for a teenage boy, it’s a matter of life and death. I hardly get any time to play with myself.
I can’t do something like that in front of Yura-chan, so I figured I’d take care of it when she’s not around. But Yura-chan never leaves the house when I’m home. She does her shopping during the day, and taking out the trash only takes five minutes—there’s no way I can make that work. Lately, I’ve resorted to sneaking into the bathroom in the middle of the night when I wake up.
Even though I have an ultra-gorgeous girl in the same room as me, my QOSL (Quality of Sexual Life) has taken a massive hit. Why?
Well, putting that aside, the real issue is the thing that’s been bothering me.
Lying on my bed, I turn to face Yura-chan.
“…Hm? What’s up?”
“Nah, it’s nothing.”
“Hehe, you’re acting weird.”
Yura-chan tilts her head with a gentle smile. She’s an angel. An angel, but that’s not the point right now.
I feel a gaze on me. When I’m messing with my phone, playing games, or reading manga. But whenever I look at Yura-chan, she’s not looking at me.
“…No, it’s just my imagination, right?”
“You okay? Something wrong?”
“Oh, no, no, just my phone game. Thought I saw an item drop.”
I make up an excuse and glance at my phone. It’s plugged in, battery at 100%. Storage space: 52 gigabytes remaining. Plenty of room.
While Yura-chan is in the bath, I start recording on my phone and hide it inside the tissue box on the headboard.
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“Alright, good night.”
“Good night.”
Even though we’ve only been living together for less than a week, we’ve started settling into certain routines. One of them is our sleeping arrangement.
At first, there was a bit of back-and-forth about who got the bed, but now we share it, with me sleeping on the wall side, facing away, and Yura-chan sleeping with her back to mine.
After about ten minutes of lying there with my eyes closed, I hear Yura-chan’s soft, steady breathing. Just to be sure, I wait another ten minutes before turning over slightly to check. No movement.
“…She’s asleep, right? Yura-chan? Yura-chaan.”
I whisper, but there’s no response. Convinced she’s asleep, I grab my phone from the headboard and stop the recording. A short beep sounds, sending a chill down my spine, but Yura-chan doesn’t stir.
Lying on my stomach, I lower the brightness and volume to a minimum and start watching the video. The vague sense of discomfort I had before solidifies within the first few minutes.
“…She’s watching.”
She’s watching me. When I’m on my phone, reading manga—more often than not, she’s staring at me. I fast-forward and skip through the video, but the pattern remains the same. And when I so much as hint at turning around, she immediately looks away.
“…Why?”
I don’t get it. If she wants to look, she can just look. There’s no reason to hide it—we’re practically living together at this point.
Her strange behavior unsettles me. My heart pounds with fear as I skip through the footage. The recording reaches the part where I went to take a bath.
Yura-chan, now alone in the room, glances around restlessly. And then…
“…!”
She looks straight at the camera. Right at me.
No… maybe it’s just a coincidence. Maybe she just happened to glance in that direction. Maybe she just wanted a tissue.
On screen, Yura-chan’s flawless face gets closer and closer. Until her face fills the frame, and then she speaks.
“Why are you recording me?”
“…Hh!!”
She knows. She definitely knows. That I was recording.
But if she knew, why didn’t she say anything when I came out of the bath? Why? Why? WHY?
And then I realize.
Even though she should be sleeping next to me…
I don’t hear her breathing.
My heart pounds so hard it feels like it’s about to burst from my chest. Terror grips me.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I turn my head toward Yura-chan, who should be lying beside me, facing away.
――Our eyes met.
Why? How? Weren’t you sleeping facing the other way? Why are your eyes wide open like that? Ah, Yura-chan, you’re so cute. So scary. Why didn’t you say anything? Why do you always look at me? Why do you want to know so much about me? Yura-chan smells so nice. Scary. Cute. Scary. Cute. Is she yandere? Am I going to be killed? But she’s cute. If it’s by Yura-chan, then maybe… No, I don’t want to die yet! Her pajama is slipping, I can almost see her soft-looking breasts—I’m getting turned on…!!
“Tatsuya-ku…”
“Uwaaaaahhhhhh!!!”
“Tatsuya-kun!? Ouch… mmnnnn… aaaaaahhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡！！！！”
Not knowing what to do, in my confusion, I clapped Yura-chan’s cheeks between my hands.
“Uwaaaaahhhhhh!!!”
“Stop it♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Tatsu♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ya♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ kunnnnnn uuuuuhhhhhh♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡”
※He’s only holding her cheeks with both hands.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!”
“Hyamee♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ I was holding back, soooooo♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡”
※He’s only holding her cheeks with both hands.
By the time I came back to my senses, Yura-chan had lost consciousness on the bed.
