Chapter 17 – Pancake with no taste
I’m on a shopping date with Masato.
Masato’s sense of style is the best and strongest.
I become a mannequin.
Because if I leave it to Masato, she will choose the perfect clothes to my taste, consult with my closet without my permission, and discern what’s worth buying and what’s not.
Shopping with Masato is fun!
Because there are no mistakes.
“Masato, I’m hungry.”
“…Didn’t we have lunch earlier?”
“My stomach and legs are asking for a break.”
“…I understand. Let’s take a break at that café.”
“Yay!”
I pushed Masato’s back and entered the café.
I ordered café au lait and pancakes at the café.
Masato is drinking black coffee.
So cool.
“So? How was it with Wild-san?”
“How was what?”
“You did it, right?”
“… …”
“Wild-san had a good body, you know.”
“I’m sorry, not yet.”
“Why?”
“W-Well, actually…”
When I talked about the day before yesterday and yesterday, Masato hit me.
“Isn’t it unfair to Wild-san… I got it. After this, let’s go buy some compensation underwear for Wild-san.”
“Is that necessary?”
“Of course it is! Let’s go buy some really sexy underwear that will make people go crazy when they see it”
“Do I have to wear it?”
“I have erotic underwear, you know.”
“You… have them?”
“It’s rarer not to have them at your age.”
“I-Is that so?… And, I’m the one who’s going to wear it?”
“Put them on!”
“Okay… I’m sorry.”
At that moment, I couldn’t really taste the pancakes I was eating.
“Masato-san! This is impossible! It’s completely impossible for me!”
I trust Masato’s sense, but this sheer, translucent purple underwear is beyond my comfort level!
“It suits you, don’t worry.”
“No, it’s impossible. Please forgive me.”
“He’s a sexy, wild handsome guy. We need to be bold like this.”
“Being too bold might scare him away, Masato-sama!”
“Fool.”
“Being a fool is fine. Please forgive me.”
“Well, at least try this.”
What Masato handed me was a plain black sheer underwear, unlike the purple one.
It’s less sheer than the purple one.
Maybe this is okay?
At that moment, I had no idea that I was falling into Masato’s trap.
When I got home, I received a call from Aoi-san.
“Hello?”
“Is now a good time?”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
“Did you have fun today?”
“Well, it was okay… We went shopping, had a meal, watched a movie, and came back. Aoi, what kind of movies do you like? You said you’re not into romance movies, right? What do you like?”
“Action… Ahhh, I shouldn’t have made this call.”
“Why?… I was happy.”
“You’ll start wanting to see me.”
I’m going to die from the cuteness!
Aoi-san is trying to kill me.
“Why?”
“…I’m going to die.”
“Why?”
“…I like you.”
“…Ahhhh~ I’m going to die from the cuteness!”
Aoi-san, those lines are meant for me.
“Let’s meet this weekend,” Aoi-san said.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll make something delicious.”
“Yeah.”
“…Well, I’ll call you again.”
“…Sure, good night.”
After the call ended, I dove onto the bed and kicked my feet in excitement.
Is it really that weird to be all mushy and excited by myself?
In my heart, I couldn’t let anyone know that I thought it felt like I was a middle schooler with a crush on someone for the first time.