The Case of the Older Woman Next Door Being Way Too Lewd - 3

Chapter 3: A Provocative Older Woman Early in the Morning

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I woke up, letting myself drift as if rising slowly to the surface. I pushed the comforter aside and sat up. Then, a sweet scent that I’d never smell in my own room reached me. My half-awake mind noticed it, and I saw that the bed I’d been sleeping in was surrounded by many stuffed animals… yeah, I remembered everything.

“Did I end up staying over here last night after all?”

When I tried to go home last night, I’d been overwhelmed by Mashiro-san’s momentum and decided to stay. Normally, staying over like this would be a huge ordeal, but fortunately yesterday I was too sleepy to care.

『…Teasing you while you look this sleepy would be a bit much. Come on, Taka-kun, let’s sleep together?』

Mashiro-san really did have that kind of thoughtfulness. I remembered thinking that while she puffed out her cheeks, but once she invited me into the bed, I truly felt the warmth of an older sister and felt at ease. In the end, judging by her clothes, it really didn’t seem like anything had happened… 

Wait, what am I thinking about first thing in the morning!?

I got out of bed and headed to the living room, where Mashiro-san was just cooking breakfast. When our eyes met, she smiled brightly and spoke.

“Good morning, Taka-kun. How did you sleep?”

“Good morning. It’s the best morning ever. Maybe because I was wrapped in your scent, Mashiro-san.”

I said something like that, and in a flash, Mashiro-san set down the frying pan she’d been holding, turned off the heat, and practically flew into my arms.

“Geez! Why do you say such delightful things first thing in the morning, Taka-kun!? Here, here, smell your onee-san!”

“Mmmgh!?”

My chest was under attack! She clutched my head, and I couldn’t escape the full weight of her enormous chest pressing against my face.

“I-I can’t breathe-… Wait, I can breathe just fine?!”

“Ahn♪ Of course you are. I made sure it would be okay to hold you like this, Taka-kun♪”

Even though my mouth was covered, I was shocked that it wasn’t suffocating. Her softness and scent… 

Wait, am I in heaven already?

“Mashiro-san…”

“Yes?”

“…Honestly, I can’t deny that I was kind of hoping for this.”

…I’m a guy. It can’t be helped. 

Mashiro-san suddenly froze like she realized something. Wondering what was wrong, I pushed up my face a bit through her chest, and she looked stunned.

“…Seeing you so honest, Taka-kun, I feel this overwhelming desire to attack you even in the morning, but at the same time, I don’t want to soil this honest you, so I don’t know what to do with myself.”

I wanted to blurt out, “What does that even mean?” but after a while, we calmed down and finished breakfast together. Mashiro-san usually didn’t go out much, but I had to go to school, so we said our temporary goodbyes.

“Taka-kun, I made you a bento. Eat it, okay?”

“Ah, thank you!”

She made a bento about three out of the five weekdays. Even her everyday cooking was amazing, but her bento was absolutely delicious too.

“And one last thing.”

A soft kiss landed on my cheek with a little smack sound. I turned my back to hide my blushing face as Mashiro-san waved with a smile.

“…Wow, my heart is pounding so hard.”

Really… She was a problem in so many ways, Mashiro-san. I went back to my room from hers, packed my things, and tidied myself up. I carefully put the bento in my bag and left the apartment to head to school.

After about thirty minutes of walking, more students going to school started appearing around me. Some walked with friends, some with boyfriends or girlfriends… The fact that I was alone made me feel a little lonely. 

I returned greetings to the teachers and student council members doing morning greetings and headed straight to my classroom. Even though it was early, the chatter was loud. I quietly sat at my desk.

“Souji still isn’t here…”

My friend, Souji Maeda, who had been my classmate since enrollment, hadn’t arrived yet. I had other friends too, but there wasn’t anything urgent enough to go talk to them.

“…Might as well check Mashiro-san’s posts.”

I took out my phone to scroll through SNS out of boredom. Her post from yesterday had tens of thousands of hearts, and many people had quoted and tweeted it as well. She was so popular, and this morning, she posted again with photos.

『A soft morning just for you』

Her cleavage peeking from a risqué negligee was dazzling. I couldn’t believe I had slept right next to her despite being so sleepy. As expected, her post drew responses from pure fans, creeps, and horny monkeys alike.

“I wonder what kind of people these are.”

There were probably students like me and Souji, but mostly, they were much older adults. Among the replies, some expressed a love so serious it seemed like their life depended on it. It was amazing to care that much for your favorite person. But Mashiro-san only looked at SNS when posting herself. She didn’t see or care about their words.

“…I’ll quote her and tweet too.”

Souji did it often, and besides, only Mashiro-san and Souji knew this account was mine. Well, Souji didn’t know Mashiro-san was Mashiro. Actually, he had never even met her. I quoted her tweet and added, “You’re always the best.” Even if it was just one among countless posts, it made me realize, whether I liked it or not, that I was special to Mashiro-san.

“Hm?”

Right after I posted, my tweet got a heart. I checked and saw it was from Mashiro.

…Mashiro-san, are you monitoring me…? 

She didn’t reply, but that speed of the heart reaction was shocking. By the way, Mashiro-san had 400,000 followers but followed fewer than a hundred people herself. Among them were famous fashion people and celebrities and I was one of them. Being followed by her, I once got a sudden private message from a stranger asking about our relationship, but I didn’t reply, and if they were persistent, I blocked them.

『It’s totally fine. I even touched you with one hand while hiding you during my stream♪』

I shook my head to avoid remembering things I shouldn’t.

“…Huh.”

I went back to her post. That photo showing her cleavage in the negligee… the location was the bed I had been sleeping on. If it had shifted a little, I could have been visible in the photo.

“….”

Why did I feel a small sense of superiority mixed with fear and anxiety? Thinking like that, I didn’t notice someone standing behind me.

“Yo, Takahisa! I see you checking out Mashiro-san’s photos first thing in the morning!”

“Uwaaah!?”

Startled, I turned around to see a dazzlingly bright shaved head.

“…Don’t scare me, Souji.”

This was my friend, Souji Maeda. He sat at my desk, pulled out his phone, and spoke.

“Man, I get it, I get it, Takahisa. This chest is literally a man’s dream. Ignoring it is impossible.”

If it were girls, they would have freaked out, but Souji was Mashiro-san’s hardcore fan, so this reaction was natural.

“But seriously, why does she follow you?”

“Don’t ask me…”

“Yeah… damn, I’m jealous.”

As long as someone didn’t know our relationship, this explanation worked. I was just a regular guy, she was famous. That was why that vague excuse worked.

“Oh, she said she’s streaming tonight. I’ll watch after I finish homework!”

Without realizing it, she had tweeted her plans for the evening. At the same time, I got a private message from Mashiro-san.

『I want you to come over today too. Also, I have a few questions about equipment… What do you think?』

Of course, I told her I would come.

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