I (30), Who Works for a Black Company and Died While Regretting My Gloomy Life, Started Over From High School! - Chapter 46
Chapter 46 – Tea time in the room of my favorite girl(part 2)
“…Hmm? That’s…”
I suddenly noticed.
There was a very nice bookshelf with glass doors in one corner of the room, and almost all of the titles on the spines of the books were very familiar to me.
“Whoa… That’s a lot! That bookshelf is filled with light novels…!”
“Ah… yes. Ever since I learned about light novels, my bookshelf has become filled with them…”
Shijouin-san said, looking as if she had been seen in an embarrassing situation.
“I remember you saying that you read 40 books a month. But apparently there are more than that…”
“I managed to get through the difficult… final exam, so I bought a lot of masterpieces. For example, ‘Tenkū no beruganaru hoshi de,’ ‘Neko to koshō,’ ‘Purizun jaketto,’ and others…”
All of them are masterpieces and have quite a number of volumes.
Buying the entire series as an adult was a pleasant experience…
Though it may not matter, I wonder what kind of face Shijouin-san would have if I told her that there are a few series in that collection that will not be completed even after 14 years.
“And even though I’m the one who recommended it, I never imagined you’d be so into it…”
“Ah… that brings back memories. It was the first time I talked to Niihama-kun.”
Yes, it all started when Shijouin-san, who happened to find ‘Players’ in the library and became hooked on it and wanted to read other masterpieces, asked me, a regular reader at the library, for recommendations.
For me, it was 14 years ago… It was a really distant memory.
I was really happy back then, to have the chance to exchange words with the girl I had always longed for… I even remember flopping around in my futon in melancholy that night.
“I never expected at that time that I would be indebted to Niihama-kun so much. Thanks to you, this past semester has been filled with so many wonderful experiences… I’m glad I went to that school.”
“By the way… why did you come to a normal school like ours, Shijouin-san? Somehow I haven’t been able to ask until now…”
“That… was my wish. Most of my relatives attended prestigious girls’ schools, but I’ve always been uncomfortable with that kind of thing. Many of them tend to like topics such as their parents’ business and how wealthy they are… and I just can’t find myself getting along with them…”
I see. Although not as bad as that idiot Mitsurugi, there must be some kind of competition for eliteness in a school where rich kids gather.
That environment would be very unsuitable for Shijouin-san, who has clean and pure values.
“Even though I entered a normal high school, I could only make shallow friendships, but never met anyone I could call my best friend. I can’t help but feel like there’s a rift, or rather… Everyone takes a step back from me.”
(That’s… probably, most of the girls are just atrophied, but not being mean…)
In the same way that Shijouin-san is regarded by many boys as an “Unattainable Flower” that they can never reach, the fact that she has riches, good looks, and is very popular with boys makes other girls hesitant to approach her.
“That’s why I was very happy that Niihama-kun was taking care of me, and actively got involved with me…”
“Shijouin-san…”
Of course, it was out of love that I became proactive in trying to get close to Shijouin-san.
However, if it ended up being beneficial to Shijouin-san’s mental health, I couldn’t be happier.
“But, recently, Kazamihara-san and Fumihashi-san are treating me very nicely. This is also because you brought us together, Niihama-kun.”
“No, no, I haven’t done much. It was the takoyaki that brought about the connection, right?”
“Ahahaha! That too! Whenever I see takoyaki, I’ll be reminded of that hard time for the rest of my life!”
My favorite girl gave me a carefree smile.
Like a cherry blossom in full bloom, she was incredibly beautiful.
Ah, honestly, how can her heart be so pure and innocent?
A beautiful, kind, and warm girl. If someone told me she was actually an angel, I would believe them without a doubt.
“Whoops…”
As I was admiring Shijouin-san, I accidentally dropped a scoop of custard cream from the tart onto my chest. Crap, I got so distracted.
“Ah, please don’t move. I’ll wipe it off immediately.”
“Eh…?”
Shijouin-san gets up from her seat, takes a few wet wipes and walks up to me.
She moved so naturally that all I could do was sit back and watch.
“Stay put, please.”
“Hyah…!?”
I involuntarily squealed like a girl.
In any case, Shijouin-san bent down in front of me, who was sitting down, stretched her hands and started wiping my shirt which was covered in stains.
(C-Close…! Shijouin-san’s face is right above my chest…!)
Not only could I feel Shijouin-san’s touch through the wet wipes, but her ample breasts were almost in contact with my body.
She easily beat me in close quarters. All I could do was blush.
“Well, that’s OK for now! You can take it to dry cleaning later―”
Then Shijouin-san looked up.
And at a very close distance of about 20cm, our eyes met.
“Ah―”
Shijouin-san seemed to finally realize how close we were, and her face turned bright red.
I’m not sure if it was due to shame or that she was upset over the fact that she found herself coming too close to a member of the opposite gender.
Still, there is no doubt that we were conscious of each other.
Two embarrassed faces faced each other, unable to say anything, unable to move, and unable to push or pull.
(Smells so… sweet…)
My thoughts were foggy.
I could see Shijouin-san’s face closely.
I could smell her scent and feel her breathing.
In a room filled with nothing but her scent, my reason melted like ice cream.
(If I stretch out my hand now, I can… reach her…)
I wanted to touch her.
I wanted to hug her, say that I love her, and have everything of her.
The desire to do so was growing rapidly within me.
My subconsciousness lifted my hand slightly.
My hands moved according to my impulse―
Then, I suddenly noticed…
A small gap on the door of the room.
Peeking out from the door was a bloodshot eye that looked like a lump of grudge.
“Hiiiiiiiiii!?”
“Eh? Niihama-kun, what … Kyaaa!?”
Looking back, Shijouin-san also screamed at the horror that suddenly appeared at the door of the room.
Ah, no way it’s…!
“You bastaaaaaard..! After I’m gone… You’ve gone too far!”
The door opened with a bang and it was Tokimune-san, the incarnation of rage, who appeared.
The blue streaks on his face were visible and his look could kill someone.
“I was worried, so I took a peek inside, and as expected…! I’m not going to let you do anything illicit inside my house―N- gu~tsu!?”
“Aa, mou, stay still! I’ve already told you that barging into your daughter’s room without permission is 100% disgusting!”
Akiko-san appeared behind the mad Tokimune-san and held her husband’s face tightly with her arms, just like she did earlier.
“U mu~… puha~tsu! Ha, let go of me, Akiko! You should not allow a man to enter your daughter’s room in the first place! As a father, I will not tolerate this kind of behavior!”
“Mouー! How dare you talk like that when you used to climb up to my room in my parents’ house when we were younger! It seems like they were just in the best part, but Tokimune-san interrupted them!”
A high profile wife from a prominent family and a talented company president argued and wrestled vigorously in front of their daughter’s room.
Finally, it seemed that Akiko-san’s arm strength prevailed, and Tokimune could only groan furiously as if a gag had been placed on his mouth while his wife silenced him.
But even in that state, I’m still scared as he looks at me with rage as he remains in his daughter’s room.
“Phew, looks like you finally calmed down.”
“‘Umm… mom. Why are you both in front of my room…?”
As expected, even Shijouin-san gave a reproachful look to the pro-wrestler couple.
Since I was exposed to her subtleties on a regular basis, I can understand her, but this feeling is… a little bit of anger.
“A-Ahaha… I apologize for letting this guy escape! Now go ahead and continue! You don’t have to worry about us at all!”
“There is no way we can do thaaaaaaat, right!?”
Exposed to the expectant and sparkling eyes of her mother and the resentful gaze of her father, I yelled out the greatest tsukkomi of this long day.
Oh god… Everyone in this house is really odd…
