The Case of the Older Woman Next Door Being Way Too Lewd - 4

Chapter 4: The Older Woman Who Can’t Hold Back

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“Your bento looks as delicious as ever.”

“Right? I’m really grateful.”

It was partly because it contained all my favorite foods, but more importantly, the menu was nutritionally well thought out. I ate each item with gratitude. Yeah, it was delicious.

“You really eat it like it tastes amazing. But you live alone, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“…Could it be…. A girlfriend!?”

With a loud clatter, Souji said that. A few classmates glanced over at us, but then laughed through their noses and turned away. That reaction annoyed me a little, but I calmed myself by picturing Mashiro-san’s smile in my mind.

“…Sorry, I know better than anyone that you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“That apology, in itself, is kinda irritating.”

For Souji, she was someone who would drive him crazier than a mere girlfriend would. That was why even though we were friends, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about Mashiro-san. Not just out of concern that he might find out, but mostly because I wanted to be the only one who truly knew her.

After finishing my bento and putting one earbud in to listen to Mashiro-san’s stream while Souji watched, he suddenly said to me.

“Hey, if you tried to actually become a streamer, would it cost a lot?”

“Are you planning to become one?”

“…I kinda feel like I want to try.”

“…Hmm.”

It depended on what you wanted to do, but if you wanted to stream and play games at the same time, you’d need a decent computer. For modern high-graphic games, the cost would definitely exceed what a high school allowance could cover.

“Even just the PC costs a lot, and you need other stuff too… You can stream on a smartphone, but the picture and sound quality would be terrible.”

“Yeah… I guess I should save money by working first.”

“That’s true, but actually trying to make a living off it is really tough.”

Nowadays, there were tons of streamers. Creating content that could give you moderate attention was already extremely difficult, let alone being popular enough to be recognized by everyone. The idea of making money just by creating videos you enjoyed sounded simple and dreamy, but the cost to make it happen was immense.

…Well, Mashiro-san is using some kind of loophole in a way, but even she has built her reputation on years of effort.

“So, starting as a hobby and going full force only if it takes off might be the way to go.”

“I see… Thank you for the insight.”

“Anyone could think of that.”

Still, when subscribers increased and views racked up, the income could be massive. Ad revenue varied, but anyone who could get views didn’t have to worry. Mashiro-san’s videos got at least 300,000 views even for the lower-performing ones, and when I saw her bankbook a few times, the numbers were insane.

“I wanna be famous…”

“Well, if you’re gonna try, you gotta give it your all.”

Most people didn’t think about making a living off videos. Most probably started as a hobby, succeeded, and decided to continue. It was a thorny path, but that was part of the appeal. Still, I couldn’t irresponsibly tell someone to buy all the necessary equipment right off the bat.

“Well, I can give advice on equipment.”

“Thanks a lot!”

I had been using computers for a long time, and knowing Mashiro-san had helped me research and learn various things, so I should be able to help.

Lunch break passed while we talked like this. Just before it ended, I sent a message to Mashiro-san saying the bento was delicious and that I wanted to eat it again.

“…?”

Right after sending it, Souji looked at his phone and tilted his head. Curious, I peeked over. Mashiro, or Mashiro-san, had posted a strange message on SNS:

『OMG so happy what should I do what should I do?!?! This is awesome, yay!! 』

“…What’s this?”

“No idea.”

It wasn’t a chest photo, just a weird post, but the sheer number of replies proved Mashiro-san’s fame.

Time passed, and after school, I had no particular reason to stay, so I went straight home. I parted ways with Souji and returned to my apartment. I was riding the elevator to my floor and about to unlock my door, when suddenly the neighboring door opened as if it had been waiting for me.

“!?”

Of course, it was Mashiro-san’s room, but I was naturally startled. Standing still, she peeked out and beckoned me inside.

“…Mashiro-san?”

Since I had to return the bento anyway, it was convenient that she had called for me. I followed her gesture and entered through the open door.

“…Oops.”

Suddenly, she pulled me in and slammed the door shut. She guided me to the living room sofa and pressed her chest against me, making me fall onto the sofa.

“Taka-kun, even though we were apart for just half a day… I felt unbearably lonely.”

Mashiro-san straddled me, pressing her whole body against mine. Her warm breath, the crushing weight of her chest, and her hands cupping my cheeks made her continue speaking:

“You sent me a message at lunch, right? That made me so happy I couldn’t stay still. So I waited at the door for you to come home.”

“…You waited without moving a single step?”

“Yes. Otherwise, I wouldn’t notice when you arrived.”

This was bad. Mashiro-san had clearly flipped some switch inside her. I was happy she waited, but this was extreme… Though maybe anyone would think that.

“Taka-kun… Taka-kun Taka-kun Taka-kun!!”

She licked my neck, creating a strange sensation. I tried to escape, but her strength kept me pinned.

“…Mashiro-san!”

“…Ah.”

But I didn’t just let it happen. Unlike adult Mashiro-san, I was still a high school kid, but I had spent enough time with her to know how to calm her down. I hugged her tightly in return, gently stroking her soft golden hair to soothe her.

“…Fumyaa.”

Startled, she let her body relax with a cat-like sound. I continued to stroke her head and lightly tapped her back, saying:

“Mashiro-san, thank you for the bento. It was really delicious. And… maybe the SNS thing earlier? Were you just too happy? That part of you is really cute too.”

“Ta-Taka-kun…!”

Her pitch-black eyes, which had looked like a bottomless void, now gleamed with light. Embarrassed, she hid her face against my neck. I wondered if she’d move away, but I stayed until she seemed satisfied.

“…Phew, hey Taka-kun. I’ve calmed down a lot.”

“That’s good to hear—”

“But at the same time, I’m really turned on. So… Shall we do it to the end? Even if we end up with a child, it’ll really be okay. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

“No, I will worry!!”

“…Muu!!”

Your cute pouting won’t make me change my mind!

Finally letting go, Mashiro-san sighed. I stood up, took the empty bento box to the kitchen, and placed it there.

“You ate it all so neatly. I’m really happy.”

“Leaving any behind would be inhuman.”

Honestly, the food was just that good. That was my honest impression of the food.

“Mashiro-san, today… Can I still enjoy another meal from you?”

“Of course. Let me treat you again?”

With a wink, she said this, and I nodded enthusiastically. I returned to my room, showered, and went back to Mashiro-san’s room in pajamas. I had enjoyed her delicious meal and checked the computer peripherals she mentioned.

Then, Mashiro-san’s stream started right in front of me… huh?

“Good evening, everyone. Have you eaten yet? I have, and it was truly a happy time in many ways.”

She wore pink pajamas, naturally showing cleavage. The button had popped off earlier and hit my forehead, and I rubbed the spot while remembering the pain. Mashiro-san lightly tapped the spot next to me.

“…Eh?”

“….”

The camera showed her chest, so that meant… no, wait. Hesitating, I read her lips—she said “come.”

I sat next to her silently, making no sound. Three monitors, streaming software, comments, and desktop filled my view. The small window on the screen showed her chest. Any slight misalignment could reveal me.

“It’s a little nerve-wracking, but shall we start? Today we’ll do this.”

Comments streamed in:

: Mashiro-chan is so cute

: Love that pajama

: I want to be sandwiched

: Same

: Stop it, guys

: Go out with me

: LOL

Those typing the comments had no idea I was here. Still, to be safe, I reclined in my chair and played with a phone app to appear busy.

“Ah… I’m so happy… ahem, let’s get started!”

Mashiro-san, please don’t stroke my thigh while streaming.

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