It Seems Like A Girl I Don't Know Is Doing Housework At Home. But It Was Cute So I'll Keep An Eye On It - Chapter 7
Episode 7: Silky Is Getting Used To It
“─Ehehe.”
A light, carefree laughter echoed through the hallway. Judging from the chores being done, it seemed like she was probably rummaging through the piled-up laundry.
“Sigh…”
A heavy sigh escaped. It was a reaction possible only because there was no one else in the room to ignore but choosing the right time and place for such reactions had become increasingly difficult.
It’s not like I’m disgusted by stalker behavior or anything like that. It’s too late to be repulsed by illegal entry, and I’m not condoning such peculiar actions by remaining silent about the accumulating charges.
What’s bothering me is something simpler. Namely, the increasing frequency of illegal entry.
“As expected, I’m not surprised…”
As expected, when the stalker came to my home while I was here the other day, I anticipated this would happen.
Once you turn a blind eye to criminal activity, it’s obvious it will escalate. As if to prove that rule, the frequency of the stalker’s intrusions has increased.
Specifically, it was a week ago when she boldly entered. Since then, she’s been coming almost every day.
Previously, the stalker had chosen specific days when I was away for an extended period to enter, likely to handle accumulated chores.
However, whether it’s because she realized she wouldn’t be reproached for entering boldly or for some other reason, she’s abandoned her previous caution and started entering openly.
Whether I’m absent or present at home, she comes. She comes just before I leave, and sometimes she’s already in the house when I return. She’s completely coordinating her actions based on my schedule.
According to her impromptu excuse, “Well, you know, it’s more efficient to handle chores promptly rather than letting them pile up.” Of course, I ignored it.
“Well, thankfully she didn’t stay here for long.”
Given the current situation of increasing intrusion frequency, there’s a limit to this response, but it’s still a relief that there’s hope.
That’s because even though we see each other almost every day now, the actual contact time isn’t that long.
That’s probably because the stalker is human too, and she has a life to attend to.
Judging by her appearance, she’s probably around the same age as me, late teens to early twenties. The associated titles could be university student, vocational school student, junior college student, working adult, or even part-timer.
It’s difficult for any of these roles to secure substantial free time. Moreover, the stalker likely has social obligations stemming from her friendships. If she’s a student, she probably has part-time jobs, and if she’s a working adult or part-timer, it goes without saying.
Even so, it’s not impossible to adjust her schedule, but doing so every day is probably not feasible. Her previous entry only when I was absent was probably due to a combination of caution and these reasons.
“It’s like she’s really become a housekeeper.”
The frequency of intrusion has certainly increased. Overall, the time spent seeing each other has likely increased as well. However, the average time she stays has decreased.
She comes only to do chores. She finishes them before they pile up and quickly returns to her own life.
Her existence is like a modern Silky. A household fairy who assists the master without interacting with human life.
“─I’m done with the laundry!”
“……”
…Well, it’s not so much a matter of being assertive, but rather, being too honest to one’s desires and deviating from the original intention.
“Oh, right. About the underwear, I replaced the ones that were worn out with new ones. They’re light blue trunks.”
“……”
Sighing inwardly at the implied theft report, I truly think she’s become loyal to her desires. Whereas before, she would discreetly swap out the same items to avoid detection, now she doesn’t even bother to hide it. Thanks to her, my closet is increasingly filled with new clothes that I have no memory of buying. Especially underwear… My clothes are mostly cheap items from discount stores, and I don’t really care about them.
But leaving that aside, I can’t help but think she’s being shameless. She no longer hesitates to open the front door, she keeps talking cheerfully even when she knows she’s being ignored, she’s started using casual language, and to top it off, she’s subtly left women’s personal items around.
It’s like she’s steadily leveling up as a stalker. I mean, she even started referring to herself as my live-in wife during her soliloquies. She’s never even had a conversation with me, yet she calls herself my live-in wife…
Even now, she’s probably walking around my room like she owns the place. I can’t confirm it because I’m busy with report work on my computer and I’m ignoring her completely, but I can easily imagine it.
“Well, I should probably head home soon. I’d like to stay longer, but I’m sorry, okay?”
“……”
I don’t need her apology. Or rather, I wish she wouldn’t phrase it as if I’m the one who’s dissatisfied. How can she stay so positive when she’s being completely ignored…?
“Well, I’m off! See you tomorrow!”
With that, the stalker left. It seems like her pretend lover act is progressing smoothly. …Of course, that’s sarcasm.
“Sigh…”
A heavy sigh escapes me. I push the sound of her departing footsteps to the back of my mind and focus on what lies ahead.
“…I wonder how this will turn out.”
I can’t imagine it at all. No, it is impossible for me to imagine the future with someone with whom I have never had a conversation, and if anything, I still don’t even know her name.
I mean, it’s about time you at least introduced yourself. Then I can respond to you.