His Childhood Friend is a Beautiful, Reclusive Girl, So He Spends His After-School Hours in Her Room (But He’s Not Her Boyfriend!) - Ch. 37: My Childhood Friend Is My Osanazuma 2
- His Childhood Friend is a Beautiful, Reclusive Girl, So He Spends His After-School Hours in Her Room (But He’s Not Her Boyfriend!)
- Ch. 37: My Childhood Friend Is My Osanazuma 2
In the year 20XX, my reason was engulfed in the flames of an Osanazuma.
The braided cardigan style of Yuika and her long-winded lines hit my brain and woke up the fearsome beast.
Do you want dinner? Want to take a bath? Or… the question that the Beast answers with a lupin dive.
“… Of course, you—!”
Yuika screamed, but didn’t ran away.
Her face was red and she was trembling, but she stayed there and accepted the situation.
But exactly one second after the dive, just before my hand touched Yuika, I heard a voice through the wall from the next room.
“That’s very good! Souta Nii-chan, keep it up! Let’s go, let’s go!”
Crash, Rumble, Clinks!
I trudged past Yuika. I plunged headfirst into the rack of figures.
Yuika blinked her eyes.
“Hey, was that… Iori’s voice just now?”
“… Yuika, cover your ears for a moment and wait for me. I’m going to have a big discussion about what a gentleman’s agreement is.”
I spat out a figure’s leg that was sticking out of my mouth like a squid.
I moved to Iori’s room. Please enjoy the audio only from here.
“Huh? Souta Nii-chan, why are you coming over here? You were one step away from eating Onee-chan, right? Good luck! I’ll be here cheering you on!”
“… Seriously? Are you sure you don’t mean any harm?”
“I’m on your side! I’m going to keep giving you shout-outs so that you can munch on Onee-chan, or in other words, go munch on her!”
“Oh, Iori, you… really are Yuika’s brother. You’re Yuika’s brother from the bottom of your heart. You… are Yuika’s brother!”
“What, Souta Nii-chan… are you crying? Are you okay? Want me to give you a hug?”
“…I don’t need comforting. I’ll give you some pocket money to buy your favorite DVD right now. I’ll also need a box of sweets to take to school tomorrow.”
“Ehh, that’s, not okay…”
“It, is, o-kay!”
That’s the end of the audio part.
Dad, Mom, I’ve become the kind of guy who lets junior high school kids go shopping with wads of cash in their hands. I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I’ve become a very shameful adult…
I returned to Yuika’s room with vacant eyes.
My Osanazuma, who had dutifully covered her ears, peeked at me with a cute little tilt.
“Did you finish your discussion?”
“It’s over. My boyhood is over…”
Yuika was sitting on the floor, and I lay down lazily beside her.
Then she nudged me and patted my head.
“I don’t know but… I’m sorry you had to go through that, okay?”
“It’s okay. I’m doing it because I want to.”
“I think Iori respects that about Souta.”
“Then,” continued Yuika, whispering.
“… Do you want to continue?”
It’s like she’s leaving the decision completely up to me.
It’s very cute, combined with an Osanazuma.
“… Let’s stop. I’m overwhelmed by the grief of being soiled, and my heart is not going to be beastly any longer.”
“Okay… it is a bit disappointing.”
She said that, but she looked relieved.
I’m sure the real feeling is that she’s worried about her first time, but when it comes down to it, she’s willing to accept it, just like before.
I can’t wait to make her my girlfriend… Even better, marry her…
… Eh, marry?
“? What’s wrong, Souta?”
I reached out and fiddled with Yuika’s braid.
“Yesterday’s conversation — I finally understood what you meant when you said something about the future. I also know why you’ve been dressing like this and calling me ‘san’.”
She puffed up with a sultry look on her face.
“… You took too long to notice.”
She’s pouting, but she’s not in a bad mood.
Rather, she was embarrassed and in a good mood.
She seemed to be in a mood to push the envelope a little, even if it wasn’t erotic.
“I’ll clean your ears. On my lap. It’s the least I can do.”
“Eh? What’s so special about it?”
Usually, Yuika does not like to be on her knees. She is embarrassed because I can look up at her large bre*sts from below.
But in the current atmosphere…
… Doesn’t seem like I have a choice.
With a troubled look on her face, she turned toward me while on her knees.
“… It’s special for you.”
Then I slapped my thigh.
I punched myself in the heart.
Gentlemen, next time: ear cleaning!