I Started a Lover-for-Hire Service, And For Some Reason, Only Beautiful Girls Are Requesting Me - Chapter 63: Aira and Ramen with Hot Gyoza

“Oh, oh, oh, oh. Look over there…”

“No way… Can she really finish that? She’s a girl, man…”

“She’s probably just doing it for social media. Trying to make it look good.”

“Ramen couples… I’m jealous.”

They had arrived at the famous ramen shop, known for its amazing taste.

It was open until midnight, and the interior was spacious, but its location wasn’t exactly eye-catching.

This was Ryouma and Aira’s first time here.

After scanning the menu and placing their orders, they quickly became the center of attention—

Or rather, Aira did.

The other customers couldn’t help but stare.

It was only natural.

No one here knew Aira was a big eater.

Especially with her model-like figure, people’s assumptions kicked in—

‘There’s no way she can finish that.’

And just as expected, their orders arrived.

Ryouma glanced between his large bowl of tonkotsu ramen with an extra egg and Aira’s intimidatingly named “All-Toppings King” ramen.

Then, he muttered something rarely heard in a ramen shop:

“…Is there even any noodles in that?”

“If there weren’t, I’d be in trouble. Ahh—man, it smells amazing! Looks so good!”

Aira’s excitement was through the roof.

Her bowl looked like Mount Fuji, a towering mass of toppings completely covering the noodles.

By rough estimate, her bowl was 2.5 times the size of Ryouma’s.

The char siu slices were arranged like flower petals, overflowing from the bowl.

Whoever came up with this insane presentation was clearly a genius—or a madman.

“When we ordered, the staff gave me this ‘Are you the one eating that?’ kind of look. Now I get why.”

“Seriously? But I ordered it! That’s weird.”

“They probably assumed we were sharing. You ordered first, after all.”

“Ohh, I see. Wait—sharing… that’s a good idea!”

“I don’t see how. You’d get less ramen.”

“Then we could just order two!”

“…Which means we should’ve just stuck to eating one each. Anyway, Aira—if you keep talking, your ramen’s gonna get soggy.”

Ryouma, however, wasn’t worried.

His noodles were visible, after all.

But Aira’s “All-Toppings King” was different.

Her noodles were trapped beneath a thick vegetable wall—

And at the bottom, a second char siu wall.

A complete defensive fortress.

Breaking through would take time.

“Wait, this is serious! Come on, Ryouma-senpai, let’s eat!”

“Yeah, looks amazing. You need anything on it? I’m eating mine as is.”

“Pepper!”

“What about garlic?”

“I’ve got school tomorrow, so no thanks.”

“If you really want, we can stop by a convenience store after. They should have something for your breath.”

“Hmm? Ohhh, wait a sec—does this mean Ryouma-senpai wants to stay with me as long as possible?”

She glanced at him mischievously.

“Papa and Mama aren’t coming home tonight, so… I don’t really mind…”

Aira wasn’t naive—she was actually more aware than most.

She understood the risks.

She knew that staying out late together could lead to something more.

And yet—

She still thought, Whatever happens, happens.

“What are you saying? Just because your parents aren’t coming back doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get yourself together, right? That’s part of why I’m here. If there’s something you don’t like or need help with, you can tell me anything.”

“Y-yeah… thanks. Forget what I said earlier, Ryoma-senpai.”

“Well then, I’ll go ahead.”

“Don’t ignore me!”

It had already become a routine. Ryoma, cutting through the somber atmosphere by ignoring her, slurped up the rich tonkotsu soup with his spoon. He had fully entered his own world.

“…Alright, I’m starting. I’m gonna eat.”

Frustrated, Aira started breaking down the mountain of vegetables and set off towards finishing her meal.

“It’s delicious. I’m glad we came.”

“The vegetables are seriously tasty.”

“I hope I can get to the noodles soon…”

“Cheer me on.”

“You can make it without me cheering you on, Aira.”

“To be honest…”

They both shifted gears to savor the ramen properly, and the conversation stopped. Still, there was no discomfort between them. There were no barriers, which was proof of their good relationship. As they ate, their faces became more satisfied with each bite.

“…But it’s surprising. Aira, only ramen?”

Halfway through his bowl, Ryoma expressed his inner thoughts to Aira.

“Ah, did you think I was gonna order fried rice or gyoza too?”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t that be too little otherwise?”

While still eyeing the towering ramen in front of them, he began talking about something that seemed almost incomprehensible.

“It’s not that it’s not enough, but I’ve got meat on my belly now, and I need to lose weight.”

Eating the bean sprouts sprinkled with pepper, Aira gave a strange response. The idea of trying to lose weight while eating the huge “All Toppings King” tonkotsu ramen was beyond comprehension.

“Belly?”

“Huh? Didn’t you get it? I’m talking about my stomach.”

“You should have said stomach from the start. I’ve never heard a high schooler say ‘pon-pon’.”

“Isn’t ‘pon-pon’ cuter than ‘stomach’? It sounds more like a gal.”

“It’s the same thing—huh.”

It was sudden. Ryoma, who had been holding back from responding to Aira’s remarks, finally reached his limit.

“Why are you laughing through your nose!? And what’s with the timing… Wait, can Ryoma-senpai tell that I’m fat?!”

“No, I’ve been thinking this for a while, but your self-deprecating jokes are funny. Saying things like ‘I’ve put on weight’ or ‘I want to lose weight.'”

The reason Ryoma laughed was this.

Anyone who would call Aira fat based on her current body shape is either jealous of her slimness or just twisted in their thinking.

“I’m seriously not joking!”

Aira, with a frighteningly serious expression, fixed her jade-colored eyes on him.

“…”

“…”

The two stared at each other in silence, the steam rising from the ramen acting as a boundary between them.

“Excuse me, can I get 10 garlic-free gyoza, please?”

“Got it! Table 7, 10 gyoza coming right up!”

Then, the actions were swift. The waiter confirmed Ryoma’s additional order in his unique style.

“What the heck are you doing!? 10 gyoza!?”

“I don’t know, I just really wanted gyoza.”

“That’s a lie! You’re totally trying to make me eat them!”

“I’m not trying to do that. I’ll eat three, so you can eat seven.”

“Seriously, don’t mess with me! I’ll gain weight, and it’s such a nuisance! It’s a no-go for women!”

Aira was frustrated by Ryoma’s recklessness. Many people in this world are working hard to maintain their figure. Especially for Aira, as a woman, it’s something she’s extra careful about.

“…I told you not to overdo it at the buffet, right, Aira? Just relax around me.”

“Y-yeah, I want to, but… keeping my figure is important!”

“No, no, what’s the point of getting even thinner? For your health, you should put on some weight.”

After saying that, Ryoma’s expression shifted to one of confusion.

“Wait, after eating all that, shouldn’t she have gotten enough nutrients?”

“Even if you tell me to put on weight, I already have meat on my stomach!”

“Hey, the noodles are getting soggy.”

“Ugh, I know!!”

At that call, Aira tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear and took a bite of the ramen.

It was all Ryoma’s fault, but she still looked like she had a lot going on.

“Of course, I respect Aira’s feelings, and I understand that she’s careful about her figure. So if you really don’t want to eat, you don’t have to. It’s not like I can’t eat the amount myself if I really push it.”

“…D-Don’t say things that would make you seem like a good person. That’s just sneaky…”

Aira made a face as if she were holding back frustration, covering her mouth with her hand.

“I don’t mean it like that at all… Besides, you were clearly glancing at the menu.”

“Th-That’s not true!”

“Well, what I’m trying to say is, don’t worry about it. Aira, you’re really slim.”

“W-What’s that…? Ugh, I hate people who pamper others… Fine, I’ll eat the gyoza…”

“That’s fine. It’s fun to watch you eat it so happily.”

“W-What’s with that hobby… It’s gross.”

“Don’t call it gross, that’ll hurt my feelings. It’s not a hobby.”

Ryoma was starting to pick up on emotions through his interactions with Himeno, learning how to understand people’s feelings.

Aira’s expressions changed quickly, and her emotions were the easiest to read.

Even now, despite her apparent anger, Aira didn’t show any discomfort.

Ryoma didn’t understand what had bothered her, but it was obvious that she was trying to hide her happiness.

“Well, I guess it’s settled then, I’ll eat the gyoza.”

“If I end up gaining weight, Ryoma-senpai, you’re taking responsibility for it.”

“Getting told that while you’re eating that massive ramen is a bit much, but fine. If that happens, we can exercise together at night.”

“Eh!?”

When Ryoma said “night”, he wasn’t referring to university time, nor could their faces be seen. It was just convenient for other reasons.

But Aira had been thinking something similar just a while ago.

“If we hang out late at night, there’s a chance something might happen. And even if it does, that’s fine.”

“Wh-What!? That kind of invitation is so off! Were you planning this from the start!?”

“Invitation…? Planning? What are you—”

Even after saying that, Ryoma didn’t quite get it. However, when he saw Aira’s face turn bright red and her arms crossed protectively over her plump chest, he understood.

“—W-What!? No, no! The way you’re interpreting this is way off! I’m talking about jogging, jogging!!”

“That’s absolutely on purpose!”

“No way!”

“Here you go! Your piping hot gyoza!”

At that moment, a waiter, with a huge grin on their face, brought over the freshly made gyoza, completely oblivious to the tension in the air.