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!~ - 93

Chapter 93: The Button-Popping Gyaru

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I checked the contents of my fridge, but there were no pre-made meals left. I opened the freezer and called out toward the room.

“Maria-san? Do you have any dislikes when it comes to food?”

“Not really…”

Alright, frozen fried rice should do. Plus, I’ve got some crab sticks too.

“Food will be ready in about five minutes, so just wait a bit, okay?”

“Okay…”

Fufu… When I can’t see her appearance like this, I feel like I’m talking to an elementary school girl. 

I hummed a tune as I set two frying pans on the stove, placing a bag of frozen fried rice in one and lining the other with frozen gyoza, then turned on the heat. While stir-frying the rice, I quickly chopped up some lettuce and crab sticks. Once the rice was heated through, I added the chopped lettuce and crab sticks, lightly mixing everything together before plating the finished dish. Carrying the two servings to the room, I announced cheerfully…

“Sorry to keep you waiting! Crab sticks and lettuce fried rice with gyoza are ready!”

“Wow, looks delicious.”

Maria-san’s face, which had been looking a bit drained from hunger, brightened immediately. We sat facing each other at the low table, joined our hands in gratitude for the food and started eating together.

“This is really delicious.”

“Fufu~ I’m glad you like it.”

Well, it’s from Ajinomoto, a major frozen food brand. Of course it’s going to be delicious. 

“This one’s good too.”

Although Maria-san looked like a refined girl at a glance, but unexpectedly enough, she had a hearty appetite. The juxtaposition was kind of endearing to see.

“Fufu~ No need to rush. Take your time and eat at your own pace, okay?”

“Okay…”

Compared to Misaki-san’s way of devouring food, Maria-san’s eating style felt a bit more refined.

“…But still…”

I glanced toward the glass window of the balcony.

“Hm…”

I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. It felt like someone was staring at us from the balcony.

Shiff!

I drew the curtains back to check the balcony, but of course, no one was there.

Well, of course. This is the third floor, after all. 

I returned to my seat. It was impossible for anyone to be lurking on the balcony. The only three people with spare keys were either at school or at the amusement park right now. Unless… A hitman was targeting my life…. But, well, the chance of that happening was close to nothing though. 

“Yeah, no way. I’m just an ordinary office worker.”

Tug tug.

While I was indulging in my silly daydreams, I found my shirt sleeve being tugged by someone. 

“Oh, sorry about that. Is something wrong?”

“More… Food… Please.”

“Huh? More?”

Looking at the table, I noticed Maria-san’s plate was wiped completely clean. Not a grain of rice or crumb of gyoza was left.

“So fast!?”

Even though I was only a few bites into my food, she had already finished her fried rice and gyoza.

The heck?! Is this a magic trick or something?!

And now, her hungry gaze was locked onto her next target—my plate of fried rice.

“Drool…”

She was even drooling. The drool completely ruined her beautiful face.

“Umm… Then, would you like to have mine?”

I swapped my plate with her empty one.

“Huh? Are you sure?”

“Of course. I’ve still got some gyoza left. Please, help yourself.”

“Then, I will take it.”

“Fufu… GO ahead.”

“Munch munch... So good.”

Cute.

As I watched Maria-san happily devour her fried rice, I nibbled on the gyoza. Moments like these made me want a cold beer, but I had made a rule not to drink in front of high schoolers ever since I started hanging out with Misaki-san and the others.

“Here, for you.”

Suddenly, Maria-san extended her spoon toward me. It was heaped with fried rice.

“Huh? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Because Mii-chan told me, ‘It’s more fun to share your favorite food!’ So I’m sharing.”

That sounded just like something Misaki-san would say.

“Fufu~ Well then, I’ll gladly take it.”

“Okay, here you go. Ah, wait…”

For some reason, Maria-san pulled the spoon back.

“I have to do it the way Mii-chan taught me. It’s the so-called ‘dining etiquette.’”

Dining etiquette?

Maria-san brought the spoon closer again.

“Alright, say ‘ahh.’” 

She said again, but her tone sounded more playful, more loving. 

“Huh? U-Umm…”

“Aren’t you going to eat it? Mii-chan said guys get happy when you say ‘ahh’ while feeding them.”

Is it okay for her to feed me like this? Well, since it’s Misaki-san’s advice, I guess it’s fine.

“Okay, ahh…”

“Ahh.”

Hesitantly, I accepted the spoonful of fried rice.

“Are you happy?”

“Mphh… I’m very happy.”

The portion was bigger than expected, leaving my mouth too full to speak coherently.

“Feeding is fun. Here, one more.”

“Wha—?”

Even though my mouth was still full, another spoonful of fried rice came toward me.

“Okay, say ‘ahh.’”

I shook my head lightly, trying to convey that I couldn’t take another spoonful of rice that fast. 

“No need to hold back. Say ‘ahh.’”

I’m not holding back though!

“Ahh.”

“…O-Ohkhay.”

Resigned to my fate, I forced myself to take another bite.

“This is fun. One more—ahh…”

“Mmphhh!! (I can’t!!)”

And so, Maria-san continued feeding me with short breaks in between until she was satisfied. At some point, I thought I heard a noise, like “clatter clatter,” coming from the balcony, but it was probably just my imagination. 

I mean, this is the third floor, after all.

The clock showed it was already past 7 PM. It was completely dark outside. I should probably take her home soon.

“Have you had enough?”

“Yeah. I’m full and brimming with energy!”

Maria-san proudly struck a muscle pose, but at that moment… 

POP!!

The third button of her shirt flew off. 

“Ah!”

“Huh?”

The button flew like a bullet and hit my forehead dead-on.

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“Does it still hurt?”

At the entrance of my house, Maria-san, now dressed in a men’s T-shirt, gently stroked my forehead.

“You didn’t do it on purpose, so you really don’t need to worry so much.”

I lowered my gaze as I patted her head in return.

“Hmm…”

The logo printed across the chest of her T-shirt read “BIG DREAM,” but it looked like the T-shirt was struggling to hold on. Those H-cup curves were something else—like, they literally embodied the concept of “a man’s dream.” A big dream indeed. Wait, why did I even buy such a ridiculously tacky T-shirt in the first place?

“But it looked really painful when it hit you.”

“Eh? Oh, no, it wasn’t that bad! In fact, I should thank you instead.”

After all, I got to witness the miraculous moment of “the pressure from her chest popped the buttons off her shirt.”

“It hurts, but you want to thank me?”

“Uh? Well… Yeah, I guess so.”

“Hmm? What’s that called again?”

“What’s what called?”

“Oh, I remembered! I think it’s a masochist? Mii-chan said something like that.”

“Maso-…?”

“Yeah. A genuine masochist, huh? I’m so happy I got to see one.”

“..!!”

Misaki-san, please stop teaching her weird stuff!!

“A-Anyway! Should we head back now? I will walk you home.”

“Okay. Then, here.”

For some reason, Maria-san extended her hand toward me.

“Huh?”

“Here.”

“Umm…?”

“Hold my hands. You’re going to walk me home, right? That means we will need to hold hands all the way home. Mii-chan always walks me home while holding my hands.”

“….Huh?”

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