The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best

“This is it.”

“Thank you.”

The talk time ended, and a 30-minute break began. The women seemed to have a discussion with the organizers, so they stayed in the venue, but the men took a short break in their assigned waiting rooms. I was guided by a staff member into the waiting room.

“Phew…”

The waiting room was about the size of a slightly smaller business hotel room. It was equipped with a makeup vanity, a television, a sofa, a small table, and even a refrigerator.

I was a bit tired, so I sat down on the first sofa I saw as soon as I entered, leaning against it.

I never thought that continuously answering questions without a break would be this difficult.

The questions range from the usual ones like hobbies, preferred type, favorite food, favorite shows, favorite games, favorite books, and whether they are married, to more challenging ones like, “I heard you like older people, what do you find attractive about them?” or “Do you prefer big breasts or small ones?”

Moreover, the woman standing behind naturally listens to the question of the person in front, but when the line is long, the woman behind asks the same question again, and this cycle repeats.

Additionally, in my case, after being hugged by Nene-san, the handshake greeting turned into a hug, which made me even more tired.

I thought the organizers would put a stop to it… but maybe they judged it as a good opportunity for me to get along with the guys. Thanks to that, I was glared at by the other guys with a fierce look.

Maybe it wasn’t interesting, since there were no women in line at all, and they seemed uninterested, but when they were ignored, they got sulky (they don’t even consider that their cold or arrogant attitude might be why women avoid them).

That said, since I can use psychic powers here, I think I’ll quickly use relaxation and healing. Feel free to join, Mil-san.

“Mil-san, I was just thinking, did Nene-san notice the discomfort in my hands and hug me? When she touched my stomach and face, she also touched my hands.”

The face, body, arms, and legs are adorned with special makeup, but the hands remain almost untouched. Therefore, if I look closely, some women might feel a sense of discomfort with their hands, which lack the thickness expected given their plump body shape.

“Yes. It appeared that way.”

It seems that Mil-san noticed Nene-san’s gaze directed at my hands even before the talk time began. If she could use telepathy, she would have told me right away, but telekinesis can’t be used inside the venue. But as expected of Mil-san. She’s even wary of people’s gazes…

“Of course, I was startled when Nene-san called my name, but everyone was surprised by the hug. I wonder if anyone besides Nene-san noticed?”

“Well, yes. There are a few people who are being suspected, I guess… but I think it’s okay.”

“Huh? Is that so?”

“Yes.”

After replying like that, Mil-san took out her smartphone and quickly operated it to check something.

I can’t get into the details, but it seems that even the guardians have some kind of information tool, and Mil-san often uses it.

Maybe she was getting important confidential information from there.

A certain bulletin board site.

[Search] Thread Discussing Gouda Taketo-kun Participating in the Matchmaking Party Part 5 [My Prince]

514: Anonymous-chan

Good news! A person resembling Taketo-kun has been spotted on the 10th floor of the B venue!

[Image of a stout man in stylish clothing with a Taketo-style hairstyle]

515: Anonymous-chan

Unfortunately, that person is a fake. The real one is on Floor 6 of the venue.

[Image of a fat man in stylish clothes with a Taketo-style hairstyle]

516: Anonymous-chan

You’re too naive. There’s no way he’s dressed in a way that would make them suspicious. This person is the real Taketo-kun. He’s currently making a strong appeal.

[Image of a fat man in a suit with a somewhat neat hairstyle]

517: Anonymous-chan

I found a man who speaks very politely. Maybe it’s this person.

[A slightly overweight man neatly dressed in a suit with a side parting]

518: Anonymous-chan

>>517

That guy isn’t Taketo-kun. He only acts polite at first, but once you get a bit closer, he starts hitting and kicking without a second thought. What a lowlife.

[Image of a woman with bruises from being assaulted]

519: Anonymous-chan

Wow, that’s terrible!

520: Anonymous-chan

The worst

521: Anonymous-chan

>>518

Really? Are you sure it’s not a case of mistaken identity?

522: Anonymous-chan

>>521

You can doubt it, but I’ve given my advice. The rest is up to you.

523: Anonymous-chan

Hmm. For now, I’ll let everyone around me know.

524: Anonymous-chan

Taketo-kun was there! D venue, floor 8. I’m pretty sure.

[Image of a chubby man in a tracksuit with a Taketo-style hairstyle]

525: Anonymous-chan

I think this is Taketo-kun. The second floor of the E venue (the venue where Taketo is) isn’t very friendly, but if you think of it as a facade, it’s cute.

[A plump man with a stylish outfit and a Taketo-style haircut]

・

After confirming something and nodding that it was okay, Mil-san immediately put her smartphone away and picked up a menu that was on the table. She opened it once, checked the contents, and then handed it to me.

“Taketo-sama, since we have some time, would you like a drink?”

The menu included light meals, desserts, and drinks, typical of what I would find in a café, but since there was no time for that, I simply glanced at the drinks section.

“Yeah. Well then… since tea and coffee might make me need to go to the bathroom… I’ll have apple juice. Oh, Mil-san, do you want something to drink too? We might as well drink together.”

For now, I can still use the toilet in this form, but because my arms and belly have gotten thicker, I can’t reach it by myself. So, I have no choice but to ask Mil-san, who is always by my side, for help, but that’s just too embarrassing, so I want to avoid it.

“Thank you very much. Then, I will have some tea, but how about you, Taketo-sama? Would you like some tea or coffee?”

Mil-san wants to take care of me as she often recommends the tea and coffee I usually drink, but some things are just embarrassing.

“Um, well, I think I’ll stick with apple juice for today.”

“Yes. Understood…”

Just now, it seemed like Mil-san chuckled a bit… or maybe it was just my imagination. Mil-san immediately turned her body towards the attached phone, picked up the receiver, and ordered a drink.

Knock, knock, knock.

While I was taking a leisurely break with Mil-san, I heard a knock on the waiting room door within five minutes.

“Yes.”

“Okada Kento-sama, your drink is ready.”

When Mil-san, who had responded, carefully opened the door, a staff member who seemed to have brought the drinks introduced herself and showed her ID before bringing them inside. However…

“Ka…”

——Mom…

I somehow swallowed the words that almost made me shout. My mother is now passing in front of me and bringing drinks to the table in the waiting room with whom I should have been in a state of estrangement and unable to approach or contact.

Before I could even think, “Why are you here?” my eyes welled up at the sight of my mother working energetically.

“T-thank you.”

Thinking I had to say something, the words that finally came out were a thank you for bringing the drinks.

“No, please don’t worry about it since it’s work. I hope you have a good encounter today. Good luck!”

My mom turned to me with a smile and answered. Without saying “yes,” I nodded in response to her.

Right now, if I opened my mouth, I felt like I would start crying.

Without noticing me, my mother lightly bowed her head to Mil-san, who was standing nearby, and said, “I’ll come to clean up later, so please leave the empty cups as they are,” before leaving the room.