[Sad News] Living Together with the Unattainable Beauty—Her Overwhelming Affection Is Way Too Calculated - 26-27

Chapter 26: Why Haven’t You Realized?

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Fufufu. That reaction…It was too good…! I recalled Gen-chan fleeing to his room with a scream that sounded like the end of the world, locking the door behind him, and I relaxed into a satisfied smile on my bed.

It was embarrassing. I had exposed my most intimate side in front of him. But it was a complete success. My ultimate weapon—the sexy black babydoll strategy—had worked far beyond my expectations.

That unusual agitation. That panic. That humanly impossible speed of escape. There was no doubt that he had become intensely aware of me as a “woman.”

If I pressed my ear against the wall, I could faintly hear his rough breathing. Yes, yes. Complete success. I pumped my fist in my mind with great satisfaction.

Now, the ridiculously convenient misconception he held—that Kanoko Fujigaya was a saintly girl kind to everyone—was surely shattered.

Gen-chan, I am “your gentle saintly woman.” Come on, just realize that already.

Fufufu. Everything went according to plan. Perfect. All that was left was to observe carefully how he would face this shocking truth.

I wondered what kind of face he would make when he saw me tomorrow. Surely, he wouldn’t even look at me properly and would spend the whole day acting suspiciously. Just imagining it made me so excited I could hardly sleep. I pressed my ear to the wall and continued to use Gen-chan’s electric toothbrush on my clitoris, listening to his breathing.

“Ah♡ Ah♡ This… It’s amazing♡ I’m gonna…♡ Ahh♡♡♡”

I made sure he heard my moans through the wall. Inevitably, he was forced to recognize me as a woman. The puddle on the floor kept spreading. I climaxed along with his imagined cries. It was a sweet loneliness, giving me the sensation of being connected to him, yet not truly connected.

The next day, Gen-chan’s behavior completely contradicted my sweet expectations. He avoided me. And not just a little—he was thorough to an unprecedented level.

“Uuuuugh…”

That morning, when I glared at him in the living room, he kept his eyes firmly averted. His greetings were weak, barely audible whispers, as if I didn’t exist at all.

At school, just catching sight of me at the edge of his vision, he would hide like a prey encountering a predator. If we nearly collided in the hallway, he would turn around and take another route.

And the most unbelievable part: He hadn’t said a single word about that night. It was as if nothing had happened. As if the entire event had been completely erased from his memory.

No way…Could he really be thinking it was just a hallucination…?

The possibility was so absurd that I had to bury my face in my hands. His low self-esteem and exceptional ability to escape reality might exceed even my imagination. Even with such an obvious display of interest, he forcibly shut it out of his perception as something utterly “impossible.”

What a troublesome—and yet endearing—boy!

『Seriously, what should I do?! He’s in deep!』

I reported the events to my best friend Ami over LINE, and she instantly replied with an exasperated comment.

『But on the other hand, that just means he’s thinking about you! This is the perfect chance!』

『Chance…? He’s completely avoiding me…』

『Next time, don’t let him escape the babydoll! Corner him in your room! Like a wall slam, but babydoll style! Babydon!』

『I-I can’t! That’s way too extreme!』

『Then sneak into his bed and wake up next to him in the morning… Make him unable to escape…』

『I already told you, it’s impossible!』

Putting Ami’s extreme advice aside, she did have a point. He was just running away. From his feelings. From mine.

Then I would create a situation where he couldn’t escape. One where he would have no choice but to acknowledge, “This is reality.”

I glared at my phone screen, plotting my next move. Half measures wouldn’t work anymore. To pierce through his thick iron armor, I needed a sudden strike, one that would directly touch the softest, most unguarded part of his heart.

Just you watch, Gen-chan.

I clenched my fists tightly on the bed.

Until you have no choice but to admit that you like me… My assault will keep going on to no end…

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Chapter 27: I Wonder If I Can Change

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A few days had passed since Fujigaya-san’s black babydoll incident (or rather, the hallucination my brain had shown me). My mind was still in the middle of a raging storm.

The more I told myself it had been a hallucination, the more vividly and in higher resolution that image kept returning to my mind. Her glossy, slightly damp black hair; the afterimage of black lace swaying; her ample chest and the cherry-pink nipples; the soft flesh visible from those string-like panties. Her impossibly erotic, unreal behavior—everything she probably never showed anyone…

Ah, this is hopeless! I couldn’t concentrate!

I rolled around on my bed, clutching my head and groaning. No matter if I read light novels or played games, that afterimage flickered across my vision and nothing stuck in my head. I was in bad shape.

Even masturbating like a monkey didn’t help. Every time I saw her image, that afterimage came back instantly. Then I noticed my own pathetic reflection in the full-length mirror propped against the corner of my room.

Bed hair sticking out in all directions. An otaku T-shirt bought at an anime event, collar all stretched out. A slumped, unreliable posture. Lifeless, dull, deadfish eyes.

“…I’m awful. Really awful.” 

I muttered, and a dry laugh escaped me.

Someone like me was living under the same roof as Kanoko Fujigaya. It was truly a miracle, or maybe a god with a bad sense of humor. She was perfect—beautiful, top of her class, athletically talented, and on top of that perfect at housework. She was also shining in a glamorous world I didn’t know about as a reader model.

And me? A miserable, reclusive otaku who couldn’t live without anime, games, and light novels.

I had her looking after me every day, worrying about me, and in the end I’d screamed and run away after seeing her “hallucination,” then masturbated like an animal.

Pathetic. Embarrassing. Miserable.

If it had been me of old, I’d have just given up then—thought “nothing will change for someone like me anyway” and escaped into the world of light novels.

But I was a little different now. The short but intense days spent with Fujigaya-san kept flashing through my mind.

How she’d eaten my clumsy fried rice with a full smile and said it was delicious. How she’d watched my favorite anime with a serious expression. How she’d stayed up all night worrying when I had a cold. And how she’d told me, “When I’m with Miyazuka-kun, I feel so much more like myself.”

What if… By some tiny, astronomically unlikely chance—her deep kindness had truly been directed only at me? What if that black babydoll hadn’t been a hallucination?

Am I going to stay like this?

For the first time, I felt that thought swell from the very bottom of my heart. I wasn’t going to say anything presumptuous like “I want to be worthy of standing next to her.”

But at the very least, I wanted to be the kind of guy who wouldn’t make her disappointed—a guy who could proudly say, “We’re roommates.” I wanted to become that kind of man.

“I have to change.” 

I whispered to no one but myself. That small murmur was the signal fire of a revolution in my fifteen years of gray life.

The next day at lunch, I finally brought it up with my otaku friends Kimura and Satou.

“Hey—guys. I’ve got something I want to ask… Uuh.”

“Whoa, Gen-chan is getting serious. If it’s money, I’m not lending you any. I just bought a figure last week.” 

Kimura joked as usual.

“I want to look a little better… Can you give me some advice?”

They exchanged bemused looks at the totally out-of-character request, then, in the next instant, they both grinned like they’d already figured everything out.

“Oh? So you finally decided, Gen-chan.”

“Bet it’s for Fujigaya-san! Nailed it, you normie!”

“N-No, it’s not! This is part of self-improvement! It’s self-polishing!” 

I blushed and denied it with all my might, but they just smiled knowingly and, having fun with me, borrowed some fashion magazines from a nearby seat. 

Having friends like that might already make me a ‘normie.’

I thought, half-joking.

“Okay, okay, just look. First thing, do something about that bed hair!”

“Start by wearing something other than plaid shirts.”

“But I only have anime T-shirts…”

““Oh…””

While they teased me to their hearts’ content, I took my first trembling steps into the unfamiliar world of fashion. I still kept a lid on the fact that my motivation was a faint hope for Kanoko Fujigaya and a desperate wish to change.

“Kimura, give Gen-chan’s spine a little smack.”

“No, no! Don’t hit me!!”

“You gotta stand up straight! Straighten that spine!”

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