[Sad News] Living Together with the Unattainable Beauty—Her Overwhelming Affection Is Way Too Calculated - 23-24

Chapter 23: A Shopping Date… Or Not

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A brief peace had come after the nightmare of midterm exams, on a clear Saturday afternoon.

I was sprawled on the living room sofa, enjoying a blissful moment. In my hands, of course, was the latest light novel—classic fantasy, where the protagonist was unbeatable and surrounded by beautiful girls.

“Fuhihi… The protagonist really has to be like this…Fufu…”

I muttered a typical creepy otaku laugh, not really thinking anyone would hear me. Then Fujigaya-san peeked her head out from the kitchen, where she’d been organizing the fridge.

“Miyazuka-kun, this is bad! The fridge is completely empty.”

Her brows were drawn into a worried “八” shape.

“I might not be able to cook dinner tonight, so… Do you want to go to the supermarket with me?”

Shopping. Just the two of us. To the supermarket. Those everyday, peaceful words were twisted by my warped otaku brain into…

A date.

My heart jumped with a sharp thump.

No, calm down, me. This isn’t a date. Just grocery shopping. A simple, joint purchase of necessities. I knew that. I knew it—but still!

“Uh, uh… Sure… I’ll go.”

There was no reason to refuse. If anything, refusing would be like saying, “You don’t need to cook my dinner.” I awkwardly nodded like a robot and got up from the sofa.

The local supermarket was packed with families and couples, as expected for a weekend. Into that radiant, happy aura stepped the mismatched duo of me and Fujigaya-san. The stares from all around hurt.

“Are they siblings?” “No, but the vibe’s different, right?” “That guy’s way too plain…”

Voices like that gnawed at my mental state from every direction. 

Stop it!

Fujigaya-san, however, didn’t care.

“Maybe I’ll make curry tonight. Miyazuka-kun, can you handle spicy food?”

She said, cheerfully picking vegetables. I just followed behind her like a goldfish tail, pushing the cart—my simple task. But somehow, the scene looked…

We look like a newlywed couple doing their first joint grocery shopping…

That ridiculous thought ran through my mind, heating my face. Embarrassing. Too embarrassing. Yet a small part of me found the situation oddly comforting, and I almost died of self-loathing.

She placed potatoes and carrots into the basket. I felt their weight as I pushed the cart. The entire flow was so natural, so much like a true couple.

Then fate, knowing my inner turmoil or not, struck abruptly and mercilessly. We had stopped at the deli section in front of a sign reading: “Today’s croquettes: 50 yen each!” A kindly-looking grandmother with a cheerful smile spoke to us.

“Oh my, you two young people—newlyweds? You’re so close, it’s lovely. Curry tonight? My husband loves curry too, you know.”

It was over. My life gauge dropped to zero. My mind went blank; I could feel all the blood draining from my body.

Newlyweds. N.E.W.L.Y.W.E.D.S.

Those four syllables had more destructive power than any math problem on the midterm.

“N-No! That’s not it! We’re n-not newlyweds or anything! Just… Housemates! It’s an accident… A mistake by the real estate agency!”

I spewed out an incomprehensible, nearly screaming excuse. Then I bolted from the scene. I could hear the grandmother’s dumbfounded face and Fujigaya-san’s cheerful giggles behind me.

Outside the supermarket, I panted, catching my breath, when Fujigaya-san returned, carrying two large shopping bags, still humming happily.

“You went ahead without me, Miyazuka-kun. You startled me.”

“I-I’m sorry… I was just…Overwhelmed by the shock…”

“Shock, huh… It’s okay.”

“Ah, I’ll carry that.”

She smiled mischievously and peeked at my face.

“…But, you know, I was a little happy.”

“Huh?”

“About the newlywed comment.”

Her perfect profile glowed red in the setting sun. That one, devastatingly powerful line left me completely speechless. Her large eyes held me captive. All I could do was stand there, my heart hammering as if broken, unable to move.

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Chapter 24: Change of Plan: Be Bolder

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The head-patting during test studying. The “newlyweds” comment at the supermarket. Recent events gave me a definite sense that my distance with Gen-chan was shrinking, bit by bit, but surely.

The way he completely froze when I patted his head. The lightning-fast speed he fled with when someone called us “newlyweds” at the supermarket. All undeniable proof he was conscious of me. His bright red ears were the biggest evidence.

But…It still lacked a decisive blow. He was desperately trying to categorize my affection as “misunderstandings,” “coincidences,” or “an old lady’s mistake”—safe categories. At this rate, I couldn’t fully break through his thick, stubborn wall of self-denial.

So frustrating…! Too frustrating! Why is he so dense!

That night, I gripped my phone tightly on my bed, groaning in frustration. I sent a distress signal via LINE to my only strategist, my best friend Ami.

『Ami, listen! Here’s the report on the supermarket incident!』

Typing out the details excitedly, I got an exasperated reply instantly.

『I told you! That guy’s a hardcore dense idiot!』

『But he was super flustered! His face was bright red!』

『Flustering him and letting him escape means nothing! What’s your goal, huh? 』

Hah!? Ami’s razor-sharp retort left me speechless. She was right. My goal wasn’t to make him blush and giggle to myself. It was to become his lover.

『The fluffy pajamas, the head-patting—those middle-school tactics are outdated! Outdated, outdated, outdated!! Next, you attack with sex appeal! S-E-X A-P-P-E-A-L!』

『S-sex appeal…!?』

『Yes! Guys are ultimately wired for visual stimuli—it hits their brains directly!』

Ami’s bold proposal made my face flush hot. Sex appeal, huh… Even more than now…

I’d worn sexy clothes for modeling, but that was just “work” in front of a camera. In private, especially in front of Gen-chan, exuding overt sex appeal felt like a huge hurdle. 

When he’s unconscious, it’s one thing, but in front of him awake…

What if he got turned off? What if he thought, “So Fujigaya-san is the loose woman type?” I’d never recover. Ami cut through my maidenly hesitation like a knife.

『Stop overthinking! Your perfect looks and killer figure that everyone envies—what are they for? Those huge boobs aren’t just fat! They’re weapons! You’re wasting treasure if you don’t use them!』

『B-but…』

『Why not try sexy lingerie or a babydoll?』

Babydoll. The word’s sheer impact froze my thoughts for a moment. Lace, frilly, slightly see-through… That babydoll?

『Something a bit sheer would be perfect! Just show up in front of him casually and ask, ‘What do you think?’ If a guy feels nothing, he’s not a man! If that doesn’t work, strip naked, write ‘I love you’ all over your body, and charge at him!』

Ami’s words were on the extreme side, but it was oddly persuasive. She might be right. Half-hearted approaches wouldn’t cut it anymore.

I was already showing cleavage and legs, and it wasn’t working. To shatter his stubborn denseness, I needed a blow so strong he’d have to admit, “This is definitely not a misunderstanding.”

I made up my mind. No more hesitation. I opened a shopping app on my phone. My finger trembled slightly as I tapped the lingerie category.

Scrolling, I saw various cute and sexy babydolls. Frilly and sweet, bold with lots of lace, some barely qualifying as clothing. 

Eek, split-crotch panties! 

Then my eyes locked onto one. A camisole-style babydoll in elegant black silk-like fabric, adorned with delicate lace at the chest and hem. Classy, but the fabric was insanely thin. Black, yet skin-toned. 

Wait. Black, yet skin-toned?

The fabric barely connected at the décolletage, splitting wide over the stomach. It was like a sheer cloth draped over the back—move slightly, and your breasts would be fully exposed. The body’s lines were crystal clear. Too clear. More naked than naked.

It might be too much? No, for a dense guy like Gen-chan, this was necessary. The matching panties were practically strings. Beyond a T-back—an I-front. A tiny frill at the waist distinguished it from plain string, but that was it.

I’d have to shave everything. If it’s this…

I swallowed hard. My heart pounded like a drum. But there was no turning back. With trembling fingers, I tapped “Add to Cart.” I also added an intriguing related item. Of course, only “Express Delivery” would do.

I completed the purchase with momentum. Staring at the “Thank you for your order” message, my gaze was filled with determination. I could feel my juices dripping from excitement.

Showing this to him? This makes me a pervert. Will he really not be turned off? No, it’s fine. Gen-chan’s definitely interested in my body. I wouldn’t show this to anyone but the one I love, Gen-chan.

To suppress my excitement, I vigorously pistoned the hairbrush handle I’d kept inside my vagina.

“Agh! ♡ Ah! ♡ Ohhho! ♡♡”

A small squirt sprayed out. Showing him my near-naked body. My embarrassing state. Not a swimsuit, not T-shirt nipple slips—something far more shameful. I’d done it countless times when he was asleep, but now, in front of him while he was awake…

The more I thought, the higher my excitement soared, soaking the floor with splashes of my love juice.

“Nghii! ♡♡♡♡”

The next plan was set in stone.

Just you wait, Gen-chan. I’ll sweetly, gently melt your rationality into mush.

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