The Case of the Older Woman Next Door Being Way Too Lewd - 11

Chapter 11: The Older Woman Who Flirts During Break

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『Isn’t this guy provoking me? He is, right? Alright, here I come! I’m going to smash him!』

: Do it!

: Totally provoking us, right?

: I want to be provoked by those boobs too

: Me too

: Me too

: What does that even mean

I kept watching Mashiro-san’s stream on my phone after that. At first, she was playing a horror game, but now she had switched to an FPS. Mashiro-san was an all-rounder who was good at all sorts of games, and she was good at this type too. Sure, compared to professional gamers she wasn’t at the same level, but I still thought she was very skilled.

I wonder how many of the roughly 20,000 viewers currently watching are actually paying attention to the screen. 

Still, I also couldn’t help but glance at Mashiro-san’s chest on the small screen.

『You just provoked me, didn’t you? Are you ready for this?』

: That sadistic voice is perfect

: Say more!

: Mashiro-san, are you entering the streamer tournament this time?

『I’m not entering. All the meetings and coordination sound troublesome anyway.』

The FPS she was playing sometimes held tournaments with well-known streamers or pro gamers. There were cash prizes, so every time a tournament happened it would trend on social media. I had heard that Mashiro-san, being a popular streamer, was invited to participate, but she turned them all down.

“…Though, if she did enter, I’d want to cheer her on.”

Some people might show their face in the stream, and others might not, so seeing Mashiro-san showing her chest might not be weird but if she wasn’t interested, there was no point in me worrying about it.

『I’m going to take a short break. My throat’s dry.』

Saying that, Mashiro-san stood up as if leaving the stream for a moment. The door leading to the living room, where I was, opened as viewers wished her “have a good break.”

“Ah, I’m tired. Taka-kun~♪”

“Whoa.”

I caught her as she hugged me head-on and handed her the juice I had prepared, anticipating she might come out like this.

“I thought you’d be coming, so I prepared it beforehand.”

“Thanks♪ Mmm, it’s delicious.”

Watching her drink so heartily made me smile. She didn’t seem in a hurry to return to streaming, sitting down on the sofa and stretching her arms toward the ceiling while letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Hmm…haah…staying in the same position for too long really makes my body all stiff.”

“Should I give you a massage before bed?”

“Really!? Please do!”

She sounded really eager… I nodded in agreement.

“Mashiro-san, as the comments said, you’re not entering the tournament, right?”

“Yeah, I’m not. I mentioned meetings and stuff, but it’s mainly because there are people I don’t really want to interact with.”

I hadn’t known that. Mashiro-san rarely did collab streams, so her connections with other streamers weren’t very deep. She sometimes messaged people in similar work or gravure models on social media, but that was about it. She must have noticed my gaze since Mashiro-san gave a small, wry smile and explained even further.

“I’ve never talked to him directly, but there’s a streamer named Genkaku.”

“The former pro gamer?”

“Exactly.”

Genkaku, a former pro gamer who had moved into streaming, was extremely skilled at the FPS Mashiro-san played. However, he often caused trouble by provoking his opponents.

“He often says on a livestream that he wants to grope my boobs or hug me. I found out from viewer comments and clips.”

“…I see.”

In a way, it was pretty impressive that he could say that on a livestream. It wasn’t like he was completely fearless, but as a result, Mashiro-san’s viewers disliked Genkaku, while Genkaku’s female fans disliked Mashiro-san—creating a vicious cycle.

“Even though his name is Genkaku, he’s full of lust.”

“Exactly! Taka-kun, that’s a good way to put it!”

I had just thought the name “Genkaku” sounded strict or rigid, but saying it this way made Mashiro-san laugh heartily.

“That’s why I don’t want to participate… but actually, there’s one more reason…”

“Hm?”

She suddenly fidgeted and glanced at me repeatedly. Tilting my head, I watched as she spoke hesitantly.

“When the tournament starts, I’d have to be in front of the screen for two or three hours, right? I’d keep water or drinks nearby, but… being away from you that long while you’re right there? I couldn’t bear it.”

“…Aren’t you just exaggerating it?”

Mashiro-san opened her eyes wide and shook her head violently.

“I’m not exaggerating! When you’re around, I have to hug you regularly or I’ll die! I can’t live without smelling you, without feeling your touch!”

“…That much?”

“That much! I can’t function otherwise!”

Her hug was stronger than before, full of the determination not to let go. Then she collapsed backward onto the sofa, pulling me with her.

How do I adjust without putting my weight on her? 

But in the process, my left hand accidentally landed right on her chest. Somehow, I lifted slightly from underneath, and part of her clothing had slipped, leaving her exposed.

“…Ah.”

We were face-to-face at extremely close range. The size of her chest was overwhelming, and I couldn’t even pull my hand away.

“Taka-kun, shall we cross the finish line together?”

Hearing that whispered in my ear, my brain almost boiled over. But just in time, I pulled back, keeping my distance from her pouty, slightly annoyed expression.

“…Being kept at a distance stings a little.”

“S-Sorry.”

I quickly stepped closer again, and she immediately switched back to a bright smile.

“Hehe, just kidding! Taka-kun, you’re really kind! I love that about you! I love you, and I want to marry you, so graduate high school quickly, okay?”

Honestly, I thought she’d forgotten about the stream, but she remembered. She fixed her clothing, making sure everything was properly covered, and muttered quietly.

“I was so close… but it wasn’t bad… mfu…mfufu♪”

Please stop with that predator vibe… It’s unsettling, like a carnivore is targeting me.

“All right, I’ll get back to the second half now!”

“Do your best, Mashiro-san!”

With a cheerful response, she disappeared back into the stream room. I returned to watching her stream, but then my phone rang. It was Souji.

“Hello?”

『Hey Takahisa, sorry to call so late!』

“No problem, but what’s up?”

『Did you watch Mashiro-san’s stream?』

I told him he called too late to watch, and he laughed, apologizing.

『…Wait, you have a PC, right?』

“……”

I explained I didn’t have it on hand, and he accepted it easily. Still, I wondered why he called at this exact time, and he continued, recalling something.

『Akizuki told me…』

Akizuki was a classmate of ours. He was the one who had reassured Souji and me earlier that morning when Ooi and his girlfriend bothered us. I wondered what he had to say, and Souji continued:

『…Apparently, this evening, someone who looked like Takahisa was seen walking intimately with a blonde, busty beauty.』

“…Ah.”

『Takahisa, we’re best friends, right? We promised in high school to stay virgins and not get girlfriends, didn’t we?』

“I don’t remember making that promise…”

『Takahisa aaaa!! Was that really you!?』

I spent a while dealing with my troublesome but amusing friend. After insisting he had the wrong person, Souji calmed down and rudely said “that’s true” before hanging up.

“…If this gets out… hm.”

“What’s getting out?”

Mashiro-san had silently appeared behind me. I apparently had been talking with Souji until her stream ended. When I told her about the call and that Souji was a huge fan of hers, she smiled.

“Honestly, sometimes the content isn’t appropriate for high schoolers, but… Well, we’re living in that kind of world, so he’s free to watch my livestream at his own risk~♪”

That was true. One of Mashiro-san’s popular streams was ASMR, which was extremely erotic. It felt like your ears were melting… It was intense.

“But that boy is really unlucky, right?”

“Unlucky?”

“Well, think about it.He’s been supporting me all along, and now he almost found out that I’m in a relationship with you, his best friend.”

Mashiro-san spoke with a mature, alluring presence, radiating confidence and sexual charm.

“We’re not actually in any kind of romantic relationship though.”

“Muu~!!”

Then she immediately exploded in childlike frustration, which was also cute.

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