The Story Of How I, A Gloomy Guy, Ended Up Surrounded By the Top-Tier Beautiful Girls In Class After A Seat Change - Chapter 159-160

Chapter 159: Yuria and the Mysterious Visitor? 

The doorbell rang, and Yuria went to answer it, leaving me alone in the room.

A guest this early in the morning? Who could it be?

I can’t imagine that this upscale, Western-style residential area still has something like a neighborhood bulletin board being circulated. Even if it were an acquaintance, they should know that Yuria’s parents are currently overseas on a trip.

If that’s the case, then it’s probably someone Yuria knows… but considering her history, her circle of acquaintances might be pretty limited. Back in middle school, Yuria was exposed as an otaku by her close friends in her gal group and ended up as a lone gal because of it. So, it’s safe to assume any acquaintances are likely from her high school years.

From high school… that narrows it down to two people.

Airi or Rui… but.

Airi said she’d be busy with a day job today.

That leaves only one possibility…

“Could it be Rui?”

The moment I thought that, my heart started pounding, and a cold chill ran through my body.

I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway, clicking against the marble tiles.

(No way! The footsteps are getting closer!)

If it really is Rui and she sees me here like this, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep my position as vice president in the second semester!

Rui has an unusually strong sense of possessiveness. If she sees me getting along with any of the other two girls (or even Tanaka), she comes at me with an intensity that feels like she might actually kill me.

And yet, if she finds out I was alone in Yuria’s room… I’m done for. I’ll be banned from the student council for life.

“I… I have no choice but to hide!”

I frantically look around the room for a place to hide.

Luckily, Yuria’s room is ridiculously large, like something out of a princess’s palace, with plenty of furniture and closets. There’s no shortage of hiding spots.

But realistically, the best options are: the spacious closet, behind the large curtain by the window, or… under the bed.

There’s no time to waste. I have to choose!

(Alright… it’s gotta be here!)

“Under the bed, no doubt!!!”

Without hesitation, I dive under the bed like a torpedo.

Not that I’m trying to bury my face in Yuria’s bed under the guise of necessity or anything! (Totally serious.)

Hiding under Yuria’s bed, I try to stay quiet… or at least quieter than usual. My breathing is still heavy, though.

“This… this is Yuria’s bed’s sc—”

“Hey, Ryota, what the hell are you doing?”

While I was (trying to) stay quiet, Yuria casually lifted the blanket and looked down at me, completely appalled and with a hint of disdain.

In the room, apart from Yuria… wait, there’s no one else?

“Well, I doubt you’ll bother explaining, but… don’t tell me you were getting turned on in my room?”

“N-no! That’s not it, Yuria! I thought Rui was here, so I hid in a hurry!”

“Huh? Rui? No way she’d come.”

“But, still!”

“Why would it be Rui?”

“Well, that’s…”

Yuria doesn’t know that if Rui finds out I’m here with her, I’ll be punished. She has no idea.

There’s no way she can understand my torment.

“Well, I don’t really get it, but you hiding under my bed because of Rui? Honestly, Ryota, I bet you just wanted to sniff my bed, right?”

“Th-that’s not—!”

“Bullseye. Seriously, Ryota, I can’t take my eyes off you for a second… If you really want to sniff it, then…”

“Huh?”

“A-anyway!! It wasn’t a visitor or anything. It was just a delivery. Something I ordered recently. Today’s my cosplay photo shoot, so I scheduled it for delivery today.”

“You ordered it for cosplay? W-wait, Yuria… could it be… for me?”

Not only maid costumes, but also super-risqué cosplay?!

My earlier worries vanish entirely, and my blood rushes to my lower half.

“Well, yeah. I prepared a special cosplay just for you, Ryota.”

“Yesssss! Yuria, you’re so into this!”

“Heh… well, kinda. Anyway, let’s head to the otaku room.”

And so, I was led by an oddly enthusiastic Yuria into her otaku room.

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Chapter 160: Only Those Ready to Be Seen in Cosplay Can Watch Cosplay

“So this is… Yuria’s otaku room.”

The room is filled with chic furniture, and along the walls are shelves crammed with beautiful girl figurines. The bookcases are neatly stocked with manga and light novels, and tapestries sway gently on the walls.

“Well? Pretty awesome, right?”

“A-awesome doesn’t even begin to describe it! This is so exciting!”

As a fellow otaku of the same generation, the genres of content she’s into resonate deeply with me, and I can’t help but get hyped.

(Yuria, like Tanaka, is a female otaku, so I assumed she might dabble in BL. But judging by this room, she seems strictly into NL.)

The manga on her shelves consist mostly of romantic comedies and erotic comedies. While there’s no yuri, there are plenty of works where girls battle each other with their prized assets.

Well, considering she’s a huge fan of breast-kyun genres, I guess that’s not surprising.

“Still, no one at school would believe that Yuria, the number one gal, has a collection like this, just like me.”

“I’m proud of it, though. If I’m on par with a high-level otaku like you, Ryota, then that’s something to brag about.”

“Oh, really?”

I don’t know if I’d call myself high-level, but… having someone like Yuria take pride in being an otaku is kind of nice. We definitely get along.

Further into the room, there’s a massive, state-of-the-art TV, probably over 60 inches, surrounded by the latest gaming consoles and nostalgic retro consoles. Some still have stickers indicating they’ve been tested, likely because they were bought second-hand.

(Wow, she even collects retro games. This really shows how broad her otaku interests are… Wait a second. That! Down there! Is that a DD?!)

“Hey, Yuria! This!”

“Oh, that? Apparently, it’s something my dad had back in the day. But since there aren’t any games to play on it, it’s just sitting there as decoration. Do you want it, Ryota?”

“There’s no way I can take it! You should take better care of this treasure!”

“Uh, okay.”

From her reaction, it seems like the retro games are just things her dad left lying around.

“Anyway, I’m supposed to cosplay, right? The maid outfit I bought at last year’s school festival should be in this closet… Ah, found it.”

Yuria pulls out a maid outfit from the closet.

It’s a simple yet modern design.

To be honest, it looks a size too small for her, and the skirt length is… pretty short.

“Well, Ryota? What do you think?”

“If you wear that, your thighs will be completely visible.”

“That’s why I said I’d only show it to you.”

“Oh, uh, right.”

Damn, hearing her say that makes me really happy.

“Ryota, don’t you get why I’m so into this cosplay thing?”

“Huh? Isn’t it just because you want to show off your cosplay to me? Maybe even do something naughty in the maid outfit?”

“Why does it sound like I’m head-over-heels for you?! I’m not doing anything dirty! And that’s not even the point!”

“Huh? Then why are you so into it?”

“Jeez, you’re hopeless.”

When I ask, Yuria sighs and rips open the bag that had just been delivered.

“Wha…?”

Inside is… a maid outfit with the exact same design as Yuria’s?!

“W-what’s with that?! Oh! Did you actually buy a larger size because you were embarrassed to wear the small one?”

“Wrong. This… is for you, Ryota.”

“What? No, what are you saying?”

“Listen, Ryota. Only those ready to be seen in cosplay can watch cosplay.”

Yuria declares this with a triumphant smirk, clearly proud of herself.

Hearing those words sends a chill down my spine.

Could it be… that I’ve gone from being the hunter (in a certain sense) to being the hunted (also in a certain sense)?!

“Alright, Ryota~! Time to strip!”

“N-no, stop! Aahhh!!”

By the time I realize what’s happening, it’s too late. I’m helpless as Yuria mercilessly hunts me down.