A Story About a Blonde Gal Angel Who Excessively Praises My Cooking. After Asking Me to Teach Her How to Cook, Feelings of Mutual Love Began to Grow - Chapter 29-30

Chapter 29: This is Troubling, Lady Manoka

Golden Week has ended, and today marks the return to our usual daily routine. With the mid-May exams approaching, my preparations are complete. It’s another bright and sunny morning.

“Manoka-san, it’s morning already.”

“Ugh… just five more hours…”

“You’ve slept too much.”

“……Snooze……”

Manoka-san sleeps soundly in a sloppy position. She’s still entirely in Golden Week mode. With no other choice, I take a deep breath and lean close to her ear.

“Hey!! Are you late again?!”

“Ahh!! I’m sorry, Boss!!”

Manoka-san jumps up and immediately bows on the floor. Her bra strap slips off her shoulder.

This trick always works on workaholics like her in the morning.

“Good morning, Manoka-san.”

“……”

“Please wash your face. Your breakfast will get cold.”

“…A prince’s kiss…”

“Unfortunately, there’s no prince here.”

Is she still half-asleep?

“Takeru-kun~! Look! I’m waiting! Hurry up!”

She lies back down with a happy grin, eagerly waiting for a kiss. But I’m not going to do that.

“I don’t mind if you use your tongue!”

“For someone who’s supposedly asleep, you sure have a lot of demands.”

“Please~ I don’t want to go to work~ But if Takeru-kun kisses me, I’m sure I’ll be able to get through it!”

“Everyone else in the world manages just fine without that.”

Manoka-san can be quite childish after a long holiday, but this time she’s particularly troublesome.

“Then, a hug! I’ll settle for a hug!”

“I’m not doing that either.”

Hugging Manoka-san would mean suffocating under her large chest. It might be some guys’ dream way to die, but I don’t want it.

I stand up and urge her to get up again.

“Please wake up.”

“Nooooo…”

If she were as pure as Mikoto-san, persuading her would be easy. But deceiving and convincing Manoka-san is no small feat.

“Please get up, Lady Manoka.”

I offer my hand to Manoka-san, who’s sitting in a pouty manner, and encourage her to stand. I wouldn’t do this for just anyone, but getting Manoka-san to go to work requires drastic measures. This is part of my household duties.

Being a stay-at-home husband is tough.

“Takeru-kun… I love you.”

“Big sister, it’s fine if you want to flirt, but if you don’t hurry, you’ll seriously be late~.”

Chika, who has already finished breakfast and is in her school uniform, passes by. If you’re all set, little sister, you could help out too, you know.

“…Wait, it’s already this late?!”

“That’s why I’ve been telling you to get up.”

Manoka-san grabs my hand, stands up, and hurriedly starts getting ready. She washes her face, puts on her suit, and hastily eats breakfast, almost choking as she gulps down orange juice to wash it down.

A workaholic under pressure processes things at an unbelievable speed.

“I’m off!”

Manoka-san rushes out the door but quickly comes back, panting.

“Takeru-kun’s body odor!”

“Oof!”

While waiting to see what was going on, I’m suddenly tackled in a tight hug.

“Hehe~ I got Takeru-kun’s body odor~.”

“Le-let… go…”

Just as I’m released from her intense embrace, Manoka-san gives me a kiss on the cheek, waves energetically, and heads off to work.

“…I’m exhausted…”

This excessive affection. Even though we’re relatives, I’m still her guardian. Dealing with her is exhausting.

…Calm down. Don’t get caught up in your desires…

With that reminder to myself, I head to school.

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Chapter 30: Back to School After Golden Week

“Good morning, Motobu-kun.”

“Good morning, Momohara-kun.”

School starts after sending my selfish guardian off to work.

High school life hasn’t changed much.

“Morning!”

“Hey, Amatsuka-chan!”

“Good morning!”

Amatsuka-san seems to have arrived, instantly brightening up the classroom.

“Good morning, Master!”

“Good morning.”

“Good morning to you too, Momohara-kun!”

“…Morn…ing…”

Momohara still closes his heart to everyone except me.

But that didn’t matter much.

“Amatsuka-san, you’re wearing glasses today.”

“Yeah, it’s because of my contacts.”

Come to think of it, Amatsuka-san wore black-rimmed glasses when I first taught her cooking.
I didn’t think much of it then because I wanted to go home quickly.

But Amatsuka-san with glasses looked fresh and cute.

What’s best is how comfortable she seems wearing them.

…Now that I think about it, I had fallen asleep using this beautiful glasses-wearing girl’s thighs as a pillow…

“Actually, I might be seeing Amatsuka-chan in glasses for the first time.”

“Oh, you’re right!”

“Nice. You look cute, Amatsuka-chan.”

Miaki-san, who joined the conversation, also praises Amatsuka-san’s glasses look.

“Right! Don’t you think so too, Motobu?”

“Ah, yes.”

Why is Miaki-san asking for my agreement…

She is cute, for sure.

At least enough for a background character like me to admire.

“You look smarter with glasses, Amatsuka-chan.”

“R-Really?”

“You should just keep wearing them.”

“It’s just for today out of necessity.”

Personally, I’d be happy if she always wore glasses.
Or maybe it would be better if she wore them to school occasionally for the novelty.

“Amatsuka-chan, come here for a sec.”

Miaki-san took out her smartphone and started a photo session.

Photographer Miaki gives one direction after another.

“That’s it. Now, slide your glasses down a bit and look up… like you’re thinking about someone you like.”

What kind of direction is that?

“This is kind of embarrassing…”

“You don’t need to talk.”

“Sowwy.”

Amatsuka-san followed Miaki-san’s instructions obediently, though looking a bit down.

Couldn’t she just refuse if she doesn’t want to?

Our eyes keep meeting. Is she asking for help?

She continues modeling, blushing shyly, but I’m not choosing to help her considering the possibility of getting hit by Miaki-san.

It’s not like she’s being asked to undress, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

“Nice~ Very nice~”

Photographer Miaki is really into it.

“Director Motobu, what do you think?”

“…Why am I the director…”

While thinking they shouldn’t rope me into this sudden act, I looked at Miaki-san’s smartphone.

“…Well. It’s good, I guess… Yeah…”

Sitting on the desk, looking up through slightly askew glasses.

A blushing, embarrassed yet passionate expression.

A pose that subtly emphasizes her chest, somehow sensual despite the modest clothing.

Can a smartphone camera achieve this much…

Miaki-san might have talent as a photographer.

“I didn’t ask if it’s good. Is she cute?”

“…Well, yes, she’s cute.”

“…………”

Miaki-san grinned.

Amatsuka-san looked down, still blushing.

“Amatsuka-san, you might be better off becoming a model than studying cooking.”

“…I’m only cooking because I like it.”

Amatsuka-san’s upward glance, not through a camera.

I couldn’t read her expression; she seemed to want to say something.

“Motobu, I’ll send you these photos later.”

“Huh! Wait, Miaki-chan?!”

The playful chase between the mischievously smiling Miaki-san and Amatsuka-san continued until our homeroom teacher entered the classroom.

By the way, I made sure to save the photos that were sent to me later.