That stupid runt who reunited with me after 10 years is now transformed into a beautiful and innocent high school girl - Chapter 15
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Chapter 15
Isamu Arizuki in constant thought.
Brought to you by Noir
(POV: Present)
It’s just unreasonable, no, I mean seriously.
I don’t understand how she can ask me to guess her name. Someone I just met, without any clue whatsoever. First, it doesn’t qualify as a game, to begin with.
She hasn’t even provided me any clue or a set of names to choose from, nor even any hints to that name that could help me guess in the first place.
Moreover, if I make a mistake in guessing, I’ll be charged with a penalty.
First, why did she even want to play a game like this with me in the first place?
Rather than her name itself, that makes me more curious.
She was kind enough to deliver my wallet but did not want to tell me her name.
To boot, she’s a regular at the cafe and is known by my parents very well.
Is that even possible?
While grumbling about such complaints in my mind, I worked tirelessly as an apprentice at this cafe (Moon Night Terrace).
Moreover, please believe me when I say I have not joined the cafe for ulterior motives such as ‘If I work here, I’ll get more chances to meet the girl.’
Of course, it’s not also for the full-blown dirty-minded reason that I might become closer friends with that girl if I work here.
“Now, when you’ve done washing the dishes, go and clean the toilet. Also, don’t forget to refill the toilet paper roll. After you’re done with it, go sweep the tables next.”
My mother promptly gives me directions.
“Yes, yes~.”
Whether I am washing dishes, scrubbing the toilet with a toilet brush, or even sweeping the front of the store with a broom doesn’t matter. I repeatedly get reminded of the girl’s face through the corners of my mind.
A long tea-colored hair with beautiful wide eyes, smooth and clean cheeks with a sharp and high-nose. Those chest plates looked as if they were protecting the melons that were attached underneath her soft, tinged sakura-colored lips. Add to that was a smooth silk-like white skin with a soothing, calming voice.
[TL note: ほんのりと桜色をした唇にメロンでも詰めているのかと思うほどの胸部装甲 (the second line) I can’t understand this very well, I will get it changed as soon as I know it, or some kind soul helps me out ugh. ]
She is definitely an order of magnitude cuter and prettier than those idols in the mainstream business.
For some reason, whenever I think about that beautiful girl, my heart just starts beating faster.
Please don’t say that I have fallen in love with a girl years younger than me.
Well, the girl is indeed gorgeous. Her chests are also huge, and she also smelt sweet and pleasant.
Wait… you idiot.
Just to what degree of a perverted adult man will I be.
Ah… just thinking about her while sweeping the floor with my broom makes my heart beat faster and grow more nervous.
Eh?
Nervous?
Why nervous?
At this moment, I noticed a kind of nervousness and caution mixed with my feelings toward her. Although mostly, my feelings about her still remain romantic.
I am unable to comprehend my own feelings.
My head gets filled up with [?] constantly.
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“At last, it’s over. Well, since there are no guests presently, guess I will take a break.”
“What are you even talking about? When there are no customers, you’ll have to learn how to pour coffee from your father. Moreover, they are our customers, not guests.”
The sound of the doorbell rings.
I shift my gaze at the entrance.
And as I did, it got instantly locked.
My heartbeat accelerates, and my voice stutters.
“We–Wel–Welcome T–o.”
It was a warm and bright spring afternoon.
“Hello, Isamu-san.”
The beautiful girl who made me think about her all this time. She was now standing at the entrance, in front of me.
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