The Old Man Is Being Shared by Three Gyarus?! ~An Ordinary Salaryman Is Adored by Energetic, Beautiful Gyarus, and His Daily Life With Gyarus Begins Now!~ - 61-62

Chapter 61: I’m Ossan’s Wifeee~♡

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“Welcome! May I take your order?”

“Ah! I want to order!”

The one who reacted quickest to the speaker’s voice was Misaki-san in the backseat. Clearing her throat lightly, she turned on a dazzling smile full of happiness and spoke to the speaker.

“Right now, Ossan’s wife will be placing the order!♡ I’m a high schooler who is also Ossan’s young wife!♡”

W-wife!?

“…Uh… Excuse me, could you repeat that one more time?”

“Like I said, I’m Ossan’s wifeee~! I’m a super-in-love newlywed high school girl~♡”

The way she said it sounded way too suggestive.

“U-Umm… I see…. And your order is…?”

“And you know! Today is the day I receive Ossan’s gift! We have a car now! And on our way home, we thought,’Hey, why not stop by McDonald’s drive-thru?'”

“Huh…?”

The self-proclaimed newlywed gyaru had casually started chatting away. Unbelievable. I could practically see the look of confusion on the face of the lady on the other side of the speaker.

“Uh, Misaki-san? Could you, you know… Start ordering soon?”

“Aww, my husband is rushing me~!”

H-husband!?

Looking jovial, Misaki-san flashed me a playful pout before she finally started placing the order. 

“Haaaa…”

Please, stop calling me your husband in public. I don’t mind when you say it at home, but if some strangers overhear us, they might think I’m some kind of weirdo playing ‘house’ with high school girls. 

I was really grateful this exchange was only done over a speaker. If anyone had seen this in person, it could’ve turned into a complete disaster. Phew, what a close call.

Five minutes later, at the drive-thru pickup window.

“Oh my. Why, hello there!~ My husband is always in your care. Thank you so much for your help!~ Ohohohohoho!~”

Hu-Husband?!

Risa-san, who physically looked like a middle schooler, placed a hand to her mouth in a prim gesture as she accepted the order, acting like a young wife. The lady at the window froze mid-smile. 

WHAT?!

“Hu-Husband…? Yo-You’re married…? My… You look young… Hahaha…..”

The McDonald’s lady cast a glance at me, her expression a mixture of a forced smile and, understandably, disbelief. 

Is my worst fear coming true now!?

“McDonald’s Onee-san!! I’m Ossan’s wife toooo!”

Misaki-san!?

“Huh?! You too?! A-Are you being fo-forced into this play?!”

No, NO! This is a misunderstanding!”

“That’s right! From now on, we’re going to drop by for drive-thrus now and then. Of course, as Ossan’s wife! Now then… Wives! One, two, three…”

“We look forward to your continued service~!”

“We look forward to your continued service~!”

The two young wives smiled bashfully and bowed in unison.

“-?!”

The young lady at the window counter turned completely stiff.

Whirr~

Without saying anything, I rolled up the backseat window.

“Aww~ I wanted to chat with her a little longer!”

Nope. Your time is over!

Offering a quick bow to the frozen McDonald’s lady, I stepped on the gas and fled the scene, speeding away from the McDonald’s.

I guess we can’t go back to that store for a while…

As I sighed, the two “young wives” reflected in the rearview mirror looked completely pleased with themselves.

“Ohhohoho! That was sooo much fun, wasn’t it, Risa-san?”

“It really was, Misaki-san!”

Their exaggerated “young wife” speech acts were so ridiculous, it was kind of amusing. But seriously, this “gyaru wife” act in public had to stop. I addressed the two in the backseat via the rearview mirror.

“Hey, you two? Could you maybe not call yourselves ‘wives’ or me ‘husband’ when we’re out—”

“Hey, Oji-san?”

Sitting in the passenger seat, Ayane-san placed her hand on my thigh.

“Hm? What’s wrong, Ayane-san?”

“I want to try that too.”

“That?”

“Being Oji-san’s wife. Can I? Please?”

Ayane-san said while gently stroking the inside of my thigh.

“No, that’s…”

“Please?”

Her hand traced a suggestive path along my thigh.

“F-fine, you win!”

Well, whatever. I’ll just let them do as they please.

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“Ossan! Before we go back to your place, let’s stop by the drugstore!”

“Sure, but what do you need?”

“Shampoo for your house! We’re staying over tonight after all~!”

“What…?”

Staying over?! This is the first time I’ve heard about staying over???

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Chapter 62: Sniffing a High School Girl’s Hair

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“Of course our first stop has to be a trendy cafe!”

“Don’t you want to check out some photo-worthy spots too?”

“I’d prefer a picnic in a big park. We can bring bento lunches.”

“That sounds nice! Bento! Let’s make it together! It’s going to be fun’

“Ossan! You’re in charge of making the bento!”

“Ah, right…”

Unfortunately, the option of ‘having a fun time making bento with my girlfriend’ didn’t seem to exist in the first place. Ah, well.

“Ah, that’s right! Hey, Ossan!”

As we drove toward the apartment, chatting happily about “places we’d like to visit by car on our day off,” Misaki-san raised her hand during a red light.

“Ossan! Before we go back to your place, let’s stop by the drugstore!”

“Sure, but what do you need?”

“Shampoo for your house! We’re staying over tonight after all~!”

“What?! Staying over?!”

I couldn’t stop my head from turning around to look at Misaki-san due to how incredulous her words were.

“And tonight, no less?!”

“Yep!”

“You never told me!”

“Huh? I told you.”

“When!?”

“Just now.”

“—Just now!?”

That doesn’t count as “telling me” !!!

“Oji-san, the light’s green.”

“Oops!?”

Prompted by Ayane-san, who was sitting in the passenger seat, I hurriedly turned back and pressed the gas.

“Geez~ Misaki, come on. Pull yourself together.”

Sitting in the back seat, Risa-san sighed in exasperation.

“Misaki, didn’t you say you would tell Onii-san about the sleepover?”

“I forgot. My bad~”

Misaki-san said while sticking her tongue out and lightly tapped her head.

Ah, a gyaru acting so mischievous like that is so adorable.

“Did you let your family know?”

“Of course! After all, Ossan already made me promise him that I have to tell my mom beforehand if I’m going to go far or stay over somewhere.”

Misaki-san exclaimed with a beaming smile and Ayane-san and Risa-san nodded in agreement.

“Haaah… Good grief.”

All three of them are really good kids. They’re way too good for someone like me. 

“Wait, don’t tell me… We can’t stay over?”

“Of course you can. Since you’ve already got your family’s approval, I don’t have any reason to refuse. Let’s make it a fun sleepover!”

“Ossan! You’re awesome!”

“Yay!~ Pajama party!~”

The gyarus squealed excitedly inside the car.

“But next time, please tell me in advance, okay? I need to prepare your meals too.”

“It’s fine! I already bought everything for today!”

Misaki-san triumphantly thrust out a paper bag with the McDonald’s logo printed on it.

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Of course! Tonight’s going to be a burger party! …Wait, Ossan!? You just passed the drugstore!”

“There’s no way I’m going to let you three have junk food for dinner!”

I turned the steering wheel sharply, redirecting the car away from my apartment.

“Huh? Where are you going!?”

“I’m heading to a drugstore that has a supermarket attached! Tonight, we’re going to have a veggie party!!”

“What??? I don’t want a veggie party!”

“Objection is not allowed! HOAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!”

“Oji-san, please calm down….”

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We were at the shampoo aisle inside the drugstore. The three gyarus were picking out their products.

“Huh? You’re going to buy different stuff?”

I stood there, dumbfounded when Ayane-san let out a deep sigh at my comment.

“Obviously. Everyone has different hair types and favorite scents.”

“Ah, that makes sense…”

“For example, I like rose scents. Something like this.”

As she said so, Ayane-san offered her soft, wavy silver hair for me to sniff.  A refined, mature rose fragrance wafted from her hair.

“Misaki probably prefers sweet floral scents and Risa’s might like something fresh and fruity.”

“I see.”

There was more variety than I thought. Well, I had never really paid attention to things like these before. 

Sniff, sniff…

By the way, does high school girl’s hair always smell this good when you sniff it up close?

Inhale, exhale…

Ah, I love this smell… I could sniff it forever..

“Hey, Oji-san?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m happy you like my scent, but you’re sniffing a bit too much. We’re still in a public space, you know.”

“…”

By the time I realized it, my nose was already buried deep in her soft, wavy silver hair. I quickly pulled back and glanced around.

“Don’t worry. There aren’t any other customers nearby. But Misaki and Risa are staring at you.”

Both the cheerful beautiful gyaru and the little sister gyaru were giving me flat, judgmental looks. 

“Ummm… Ayane-san? What should I do in this kind of situation?”

“Hmm. Maybe sniff their hair too so they don’t feel left out? And tell them ‘You smell nice.’”

Following Ayane-san’s advice, I buried my nose into Misaki-san’s glossy blonde hair streaked with pink highlights and Risa-san’s silky black short hair with blue highlights, sniffing them in turn.

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“We’re back!”

After finishing our shopping and returning home, Misaki-san and Risa-san happily rushed off to the room.

Left alone at the entrance, Ayane-san and I exchanged glances. Slowly, we leaned closer to each other—

BEEEP!!

A sudden shrill whistle sound interrupted us.

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