When I Picked Up A Stunningly Gorgeous Downer-Type Beauty In Front Of The Entrance. - Chapter 1.2: Picking up an incredibly attractive beauty in front of the neighboring apartment's entrance. Part -2

Picking up an incredibly attractive beauty in front of the neighboring apartment’s entrance. Part -2

“Ah, there you go.”

“…Thank you for having me.”

She says quietly. Oh, she’s actually doing it properly.

Considering her consistent unfriendliness, this was surprising. Maybe she’s actually a good kid?

I casually take off my shoes and step onto the entrance mat with wet socks.

Eek. I let out a voiceless sound at the indescribable soggy sensation. It’s gross.

“It’s fine, you can come in even though you’re wet.”

It’s going to be flooded anyway with my wet feet.

Did she agree or not?

With no response, she takes off her shoes and steps inside. Without turning back, she neatly arranges the shoes… including mine. She’s such a good kid. And I’m the bad one.

To cover up my rising embarrassment, I gesture to her to come into my room.

It’s not like I’m bringing her in, okay? The excuse would be more believable if I led her to the living room, but it’s not a place suitable for guests. Hint: Single guy living alone.

My room is reasonably clean.

There are some places cluttered with handheld game consoles and manga, but it’s tolerable.

“Just have a seat wherever.”

Expecting no reply, I leave Sajou-san in my room and hurry to the bathroom.

I rummage through the shelf. I need a towel… huh? Wasn’t there a new one? I want a new one… I don’t want her to use one that’s been used even once.

I manage to pull out an unopened towel package with a note saying “gift”.

Maybe it was something my mother got when she used to subscribe to the newspaper? News is on the internet. I thought we didn’t need newspapers, but they actually come in handy. Thanks, newspaper.

I tear off the wrapping and rush back to my room.

“I brought a towel—!!??”

She’s undressed.

Her top, her pants.

She’s slumped on the bed.

In matching black underwear.

The contrast between the black underwear and the pure white cleavage is very erotic… I mean!

“W-why are you undressed!?”

“…Because I’m uncomfortable being wet.”

That’s true, but! That’s true, but!?

Even when lying down, her breasts keep their shape. Although impure thoughts come to mind, I quickly turn my back.

And I cover my face. Oh, oh. I’ve seen too much skin, I saw her naked… Well, not exactly naked, but close enough. I hate myself for thinking I’m kind of relieved about it.

“But, um…, isn’t it a bit much to undress in a guy’s room like this?”

As a woman, a little modesty would be appreciated, you know?

I let out a strange sound and squatted down, feeling embarrassed. Then, a somewhat indifferent voice reaches my ears, saying, “Do whatever you want.”

I can’t help but turn around.

She lies on my bed, staring at the ceiling with emotionless, dark eyes.

“…Guys are like that, aren’t they?”

Her attitude seems resigned, as if she’s given up on everything. It’s like she doesn’t care what happens to her here. She probably won’t resist, and even if something happens, she won’t tell anyone.

Certainly, Sajou-san’s face is too perfect. Refined, without any wasted features, beautiful and handsome at the same time.

On top of that, her body is voluptuous and feminine. Would I want to touch those ample curves? Well, yes, I’d love to.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

But that doesn’t mean I’ll give in to despair and take advantage of her recklessness. I throw the towel I bought at her. It flutters down onto Sajou’s face.

She takes the towel off her face and says, “Ah,” as if she’s convinced.

“…You don’t like it when I’m wet?”

“No!!! It has no meaning other than wiping your wet hair!”

Generally speaking, if you really want to touch someone, it doesn’t matter if they’re wet or not.

It’s nothing, really. I’m not thinking about anything.

“Also, if you don’t mind, do you want to take a shower?”

“Are you going to come in afterward?”

“To make sure you don’t catch a cold!”

What’s with this girl? Is she pretending to be a cool, downer-type girl but secretly thinking pink thoughts?

I watch Sajou-san head to the shower with the towel draped over her head like a curtain, and then I collapse to my knees with a long sigh.

It feels like my sanity is being shredded with a chainsaw.