[Sad News] Living Together with the Unattainable Beauty—Her Overwhelming Affection Is Way Too Calculated - 8

Chapter 8: Gen-chan’s Personal Caretaker

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So cute… Gen-chan’s hopeless demeanor is just so, so adorable…!

 Despite my excessive meddling, he ended up a tangled mess of guilt and inferiority, yet he dutifully finished every last bite of the nikujaga I made, which was dripping with my love. That sight of Gen-chan was sweeter to me than any high-end dessert, the ultimate comfort food. 

I knew full well he grandly misunderstood my devoted kindness as, “Kanoko Fujigaya is a saintly figure who is kind to everyone.” That painfully stereotypical light-novel-protagonist denseness of his was, of course, irresistibly lovable. 

That’s not true, Gen-chan. The only person in the whole world I fuss over this much is you. 

Just imagining the day you realize that fact, turning bright red and flustered, made me feel like I could eat three bowls of rice. In the morning, going to wake him up was a sacred ritual that marked the start of my day. 

Knock, knock, knock.

I tapped on his bedroom door. Sensing the presence inside, I called out in a slightly sweet tone.

“Miyazuka-kun, it’s morning!”

 A few minutes later, he crawled out of bed, his sleepy face appearing. In a slightly hoarse voice, he mumbled.

“…Morning…” 

Since he only wore boxers to bed, I could clearly see the silhouette of his morning erection. That unguarded sight was a privilege reserved for the housemate living in this house. For this moment, I’d wake up at five in the morning if I had to. 

While he was in the bathroom, I checked his room’s trash can. And every day, I found it. After using tissues, he put them in a small bag, tied it tightly, and disguised it as ordinary trash. I tore it open, took a quick sniff, and tossed it into the garbage bag. 

I knew this was downright sick, but I couldn’t stop. Making the bento for him to eat at school felt like pure bliss, as if I were a newlywed wife. His favorite tamagoyaki was made with a bit more sugar and a touch of my love, giving it a sweet flavor. 

For the karaage, I added just a hint of garlic soy sauce as a secret ingredient. Since he didn’t like broccoli, I substituted star-shaped carrots boiled in sweet broth for color. Knowing his tastes perfectly, capturing his stomach, and one day, his heart—that was the mission I’d staked my life on. 

Taking care of each of his flaws one by one was endlessly fun. I sneaked into his room, picked up his carelessly discarded clothes, and inhaled his scent deeply. Then, with a neutral expression, I tossed them into the washing machine. Doing so made me feel close to his daily life, filling me with happiness. 

I was his “personal caretaker.” No, more like his “mom” or “wife” at this point. I’d pamper him so thoroughly that he wouldn’t be able to live without me. I’d take care of him from head to toe. But just tending to his daily needs wasn’t enough. 

I wanted more. I wanted to get closer to him. Controlling his stomach and lifestyle wouldn’t fully break through his ironclad wall of self-denial. I needed to close the emotional distance. I had to make him see me not as his “meddling housemate” but as “a girl.” 

The next step was obvious—the ultimate bridge called “shared hobbies.” That evening, after dinner, Gen-chan was reading a new light novel with a serious expression on the living room sofa. While washing dishes in the kitchen, I stole glances at his profile. 

Alright, now’s the time. 

Wiping my hands on my apron, I casually approached him and spoke. 

“Hey, Miyazuka-kun. Do you have any plans this weekend?” 

My voice made his shoulders twitch. He slowly lifted his face from the light novel. 

“Huh? N-no, nothing in particular… Just the usual, watching anime or playing games…” 

“Cool.” 

I said with a bright smile, smoothly sliding onto the sofa next to him. The sofa creaked slightly. I could tell he held his breath from nervousness. 

“How about we watch some anime together?” 

I pressed on. 

“That Magical Girl Magical☆Ruby movie that you were talking about the other day, Miyazuka-kun. It’s going to start its exclusive streaming on a video site this weekend.”

This was the very work he had been restlessly waiting for since last week, even marking the date on his calendar in anticipation of the release. I had already caught wind of that information from his posts on SNS. Of course, I had been secretly monitoring from a locked alternate account. 

My main account was reserved for my modeling activities. I could see, as clearly as if I were holding it in my hands, how my suggestion made his eyes waver greatly between expectation and bewilderment.

“Y-you’re watching it too, Fujigaya-san…? The movie… Together?” 

“Of course! The TV series was so good, so I’m super excited for the movie. But watching alone feels kinda lonely…” 

I paused for effect. Then, crossing my arms to subtly emphasize my chest, I leaned in close, tilting my head coyly—a move a photographer once praised as my “sly cute pose.” 

Take a good look at me, Gen-chan.

“If Miyazuka-kun explains stuff to me while we watch, I bet it’ll be even more fun.” 

I said, whispering sweetly with an upward glance. 

So, what’ll it be, Gen-chan? Could you possibly refuse this unbearably cute request from me? 

For a few seconds, he froze completely, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. Finally, with a resigned sigh, his face flushed bright red as he muttered in a tiny voice.

“…If you’re okay with me…”

YESSSSS!

In my mind, I struck a massive victory pose. A weekend anime-watching session, just the two of us, on the big living room TV. What a perfect plan. Maybe I’d sit close, wear something light, and put on sweet-scented body cream. 

A slightly flirty vibe to set the mood perhaps? I’d need to prepare popcorn and cola. And his favorite consommé-flavored potato chips—couldn’t forget those. 

Little by little, I’d make my presence in his daily life feel natural. And one day… I’d pamper him so much he couldn’t eat or dress without my help. So dependent that he couldn’t even ejaculate without my permission. 

I’d melt him down, dye him in my colors, until we were fused together. With those slightly dark, possessive thoughts in mind, I flashed him an angelic, innocent smile and said.

“Yay, I’m so excited!”

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