Translator: Lilo
Editor: Ryuubii

SEASON 1: Things You Can Do If You Just Ask

Chapter 3: Female Friend Is Always At Our House

“Sup. I got some drinks.”

“Oh, thanks. Very considerate, Hazuki.”

“Of course.”

Before coming to Minato’s room, Hazuki stopped by the kitchen and brought tea in a bottle and some cups.

Incidentally, Hazuki has kept a cup for her own use in Minato’s house.

It’s a pink cup from Starbucks, she seems to like it a lot.

Hazuki’s family is also a single-parent houselond, and she’s living with her mother.

She has a pet cat named Momo, who seems to be independent, and as long as it’s given food, it doesn’t complain.

Both of their parents are busy and come home late at night.

Sometimes they don’t even come back home.

So it became normal for the two to pick which house to hang out in.

Most of the time, they go straight home from school, so it’s rare for them to play outside like they did today.

It’s not surprising since they’re still in high school, so they don’t have the funds to play outside all the time.

“Phew, that was exhausting.”

“Well, it’s natural when you’re that enthusiastic… hmm?”

Looking closely, Hazuki is still in her school uniform.

“What, Hazuki? You didn’t change your clothes at home?”

“It’s a hassle to change my clothes. I don’t mind if it gets a little wrinkled.”

Hazuki collapses on Minato’s bed.

“Haa, it feels so great… lying down on the bed after a hard day’s work.”

“You sure look at home.”

Hazuki is already completely comfortable in the Minato household.

If anything, Hazuki comes to Minato’s house more often.

As for Minato, he doesn’t pay particular attention to Hazuki, but it’s a house where two females live, the daughter and the mother.

Although he’s a high school student, it would be better if he didn’t come and go so often.

That said, he visits the Hazuki family once or twice a week.

“Rather, want to eat something? It’s either instant curry… or instant hayashi rice though.”

“That again? Maybe I should learn to cook too. See, wouldn’t you be thrilled if I stood in the kitchen wearing an apron?”

“Your cooking makes my heart race in a different way.”

“This guy… you just say whatever you want, huh?’

Hazuki extends her arm from the bed and grips his shoulder with her hand.

“Ah, but I don’t think I’m gonna eat yet. I just ate a hamburger earlier. Can we do it at 8 p.m?”

“Sure, I’m not that hungry either.”

It’s still just before 7 p.m.

There’s still about an hour to go until eight o’clock.

“I should play some Legendis… is that fine?”

“You tagged along with me today. So this time, I’ll go along with you.”

“Go along? You’re just gonna watch anyway.”

Minato chuckles as he boots up the game console.

He tried to get Hazuki to play the game a few times, but she sucked so bad at it, so he dropped the idea.

She got quite pissed off, so she hit the table for who knows how many.

The so-called “gamer rage”, though it’s not a great manner.

“With such a beautiful girl cheering you on, you can’t help but get pumped up, right?”

“I mean, you’re annoying. Backseating and saying things like ‘They’re coming from the side’, ‘Why didn’t pick up that item earlier?’, or ‘That character has big boobs’.”

“Well, that’s because you’re always using those kinds of characters, if you want to look at big racks, just look at your side.”

“I’ve seen enough of it.”

“What did you say? These are real, real. And they’re still growing.”

“Eh? Hazuki, those are still growing?”

I couldn’t help but turn around and look at Hazuki’s chest as she laid on the bed.

Underneath her pink cardigan is a white blouse, which was unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage.

What’s more, her white bra is peeking out ever-so-slightly.

“I’m only in my first year of high school. Of course I’m still growing.”

“I-Is that so? If it gets any bigger, it’s gonna be in the way.”

“Even now, it’s already quite a nuisance. I’m not a gravure idol, so there’s no advantage in it being too big.”

“Hmm…”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Minato, look properly in front of you. Isn’t the game starting?”

“Oops.”

Minato put back his eyes forward, away from the enchanting valley.

True enough, the game already started.

Legendis starts with a drop from the air in a transport plane.

Minato’s character had long been tossed into the air.

“That was close. Damn, I didn’t know I could get sabotaged by breasts. In this game, if you lose, you drop down the ranks.”

“Stop with that sentence. Besides, it’s not fair for girls to be easily recognized. We can’t tell if the boys are big.”

“Again, stop saying distasteful things.”

Hazuki has also been spouting off some of her dirty jokes for some time now.

It seems that girls talk about such things with each other, and for her, it may be like talking with a female friend.

“Next time, show me yours.”

“Base form or the evolved form?”

Minato doesn’t lose when it comes to dirty jokes.

He doesn’t talk about these things with his male friends very often, but for some reason he can have this kind of talk with Hazuki.

“There’s no choice, is there?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Think about it, there’s no way you wouldn’t be excited in that situation, so it’s gonna be in the evolved form.”

“Stop treating me like a maniac!”

While retorting, Minato runs around the field and collects weapons, ammunition, and armor.

Legendis is an FPS where players shoot each other with guns, but the initial equipment is just a single knife.

Players need to scavenge through a number of boxes set up in the field to get equipment.

“Ahahahaha, but I’d like to see it in its base form too. Then, I’ll have to attack in your sleep.”

“Attack?!”

“Yep, yep, like checking what’s going on at your port.”

“What’s up with that? You might really do it, so it’s kinda scary…”

While Minato is asleep, if she pulls down his pants, she might see that…

It’s a situation that would be exciting, but too embarrassing.

“Ha Ha Ha, my pranks go beyond the norm.”

“I’d rather be seen when I’m still awake… Oh, here they come!”

Minato spots the shadow of an enemy in the far distance.

He readies his gun, takes aim, and fires a few shots.

However, after inflicting only a little damage, the enemy hides behind a cover.

“Ahh, you let him get away. At this pace, you’ll never go up the ranks.”

“Shut up.”

Hazuki also watches him play Legendis every day, so she knows how the game works.

Legendis is a so-called battle royale.

One hundred players crush each other on the same field, and the last player standing is the winner.

Hazuki has a half-baked knowledge, which is why she’s yapping and screaming behind his back.

It seems the odds are against him in this battle.

It’s a lobby full of advanced players.

Minato is in the middle of the ranks, but he can’t compete with the geeks who play the game all day long.

Rarely, there are some pro-gamers mixed in with the opponents, and in such cases, the more you get pissed off, the more you lose.

Minato carefully positioned himself and waited for other players to get eliminated, sometimes breaking in behind them in a firefight to catch them off guard.

Intermediate players have their own intermediate ways of getting around.

Even advanced players have the same attack and defense capabilities.

If you can get behind the enemy, even a beginner can defeat a world champion.

Minato stood his ground carefully and cautiously―

“Ahh…!”

It seems that he was too cautious, his range of action was narrowed, and the enemy was able to read his position.

He was caught in an ambush and was easily defeated.

“Ah, crap… Well, I made it in the top 10, so I guess it’s fine.”

Even if you’re not the winner, you will receive points if you finish in the top 10.

The real fun of the game is in accumulating points and aiming to move up in rank.

Although he can also experience the hell called losing streak.

Two more games were played, and both times he just barely made it into the top 10.

“Mm, crap! Another game―No, what about dinner… Hm? Huh?”

“Zzzzzzzz….”

“…Hey.”

Hazuki is soundly sleeping in Minato’s bed.

She’s lying down on her stomach with her smartphone in her hand.

Looks like she got tired of watching Legendis, so she started playing with her phone and fell asleep.

After she expended so much energy at Spotty, it’s no wonder that she felt tired and just nodded off.

“Sheesh…what about dinner?”

It’s not 8 p.m yet, but she seems to be sound asleep, so I wonder when she will wake up?

Do I prepare the meal ahead of time and wake her up when it’s time?

However, she seems to be sleeping really well, so I’d feel bad for waking her up.

Minato stares at his friend on the bed, wondering what to do.

Her sleeping face is cute.

No, Hazuki is cute even when awake.

She’s a beauty with a reputation that precedes her, so her sleeping face must be that of an angel.

Such an honest expression cannot be expressed in front of her, though.

“Zzz…. zzz………”

Her body is moving slightly in accordance with her breath.

Since she was lying on her stomach, her racks is pressed against her, which was strangely erotic.

Whether it’s a friend―or if it’s the opposite sex, he will inevitably look at her body and face.

I feel bad for Hazuki, but this is like an instinct, so there’s nothing I can do about it.

Friendships between male and females do exist.

Minato can say that, but it’s also true that friendship cannot be the only thing.

Putting it bluntly, he did have an ulterior motive for hanging out with Hazuki.

It was impossible to play with such a cute and physically erotic beautiful girl and not have ulterior motives.

Even for him, who doesn’t have high hopes, it was impossible for him not to harbor desire for Hazuki.

“But, you noticed it too, right…?”

Minato pokes Hazuki’s cheek with his index finger.

They were soft, much like pudding.

Hazuki’s grades are poor, but she’s not dull.

She has many friends, so of course she knows a lot about men’s desires.

“Oh, yeah…”

Minato’s head suddenly lit up with an idea.

Normally, you would think it was a joke.

But in the case of Hazuki, it’s more likely to be real.

She could make you think she’s joking, and then pull an unbelievable prank on you.

Today, too, she suddenly jumped on me, and in table tennis, I was hit by a mysterious technique called “drive.”

It’s fine to strike back a little, right?

No, it’s more like making the first move and attacking her in her sleep.