Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, Asada Sakura felt as if she had received some kind of salvation, and her previously tense shoulders instantly relaxed a little.

She closed her eyes, took off her coat to reveal her figure, and then unconsciously twisted the hem of her coat with her fingertips.

The light cast a soft shadow on the hollow of her collarbone, and the loose white long sleeves rose and fell slightly due to her rapid heartbeat, revealing the edge of a pink tank top underneath.

"I...I want to take a shower first."

Asada Sakura's request wasn't unreasonable. Logically, after she had just cried, Ito Yuujin should have agreed, but time was really tight.

"Time is tight, can we postpone it for now?"

"Wouldn't that be very dirty..." Asada Sakura's voice grew softer and softer, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"There's nothing we can do about it; it will take several more hours."

"A few hours!" Asada Sakura almost exclaimed. "Won't it break?"

After saying this, her already pale face turned completely bloodless.

Yuujin Ito nodded affirmatively; there were only 6 hours left before the registration deadline for a new original music competition held by a major YouTuber.

During this time, he had to teach Asada Sakura to sing "Kawaii Kunaritai" and change her outfit.

It's definitely going to be tough, but breaking down is a bit of an exaggeration.

Even the best stress resistance isn't at the level of a nobody, is it? If so, he really has to apologize.

"No, what are you going to do?"

With trembling hands, Asada Sakura lifted her shirt, revealing her flat, smooth, snow-white abdomen.

Yuji Ito turned around; he wanted to prove his innocence.

However, the mirror opposite him did not intend to let him off the hook; through the mirror, he could still clearly see Asada Sakura.

A gloating expression appeared on her face.

what?

Chapter 3 Forbidden Stage: Unique Fetishes That Wouldn't Exist

Wasn't the girl I signed a silly, passionate girl chasing her dreams?

What's with that expression?

How did she manage to sob while maintaining that expression?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Yuujin Ito's mind: Had he offended someone he shouldn't have?

No, it's fake! It's all fake!

He turned around, wanting to prove that what he had just experienced was all a hallucination caused by eating too many discounted bento boxes before their expiration date.

Yuujin Ito was fast, and Sakura Asada was fast too.

The instant Ito Yujin turned around, he saw that Asada Sakura's eyes were red, clearly from crying, with tears still clinging to her eyelashes.

The ill-fitting T-shirt slipped to the side, revealing her bare shoulders and the tank top straps.

The already poor makeup was ruined by tears, which made the cheap cosmetics look ridiculous.

Yes, yes, all of that is correct.

In this situation, a normal person would step forward to comfort him, but Yuujin Ito couldn't help but want to laugh.

Although she's not a hot-blooded girl, being a crybaby is better than having problems like being scheming.

After all, he had already tolerated Asada Sakura's data panel, which was like a Stand user. If there was really a problem, he might as well go out and try his luck to start over.

Expression? What expression? I've long since selectively forgotten.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright."

Yuji Ito gently wiped Sakura Asada's face with a handkerchief. If you ignored the lipstick that had been wiped onto her forehead, she was still quite beautiful.

"Go and remove your makeup."

Sakura Asada responded and got up to walk towards the restroom. She entered the restroom and closed the door behind her.

But the silence didn't last long before a gasp came from the direction of the restroom.

Yuujin Ito rushed over, but Asada Sakura blocked the other side of the door.

"What's wrong."

"I'm the only one here, right?"

"Correct."

"Well," Asada Sakura opened the door a crack, peeking through it at Ito Yuujin, her voice low, "what's the meaning of that woman in the bathtub?"

"What woman?"

"You don't know?" Asada Sakura stared suspiciously into Ito Yuujin's eyes.

"So who is this guy?"

Asada Sakura opened the door and pointed to the woman lying sprawled on the floor.

He landed face down, clearly badly injured. His hair was wet, and large patches of his white skin were exposed. He was simply covered with a bath towel.

Sometimes I really want to call the police.

バカ! ! !

"Hayakawa Miki!"

This guy is really making trouble for himself, Yuujin Ito thought with a headache.

Hearing someone call her name, Hayakawa Miki, who was lying on the ground, groggily looked up and greeted Ito Yuujin.

Good evening.

After saying hello, he lay down on the floor and fell asleep again.

"she is?"

"A guy who, if thrown on the street and picked up by someone, would be reported to the police by human traffickers and sent away."

"Then how did she end up in your bathroom?"

"Don't worry about these trivial things."

Yuujin Ito didn't want to explain; he had already arranged with Miki Hayakawa to be in charge of Asada Sakura's makeup and styling. But seeing the situation, he had no choice but to do it himself.

"I should have increased the price of that bottle of milk fivefold."

He caught a glimpse of a woven bucket of dirty clothes in the corner, with a leopard-print miniskirt hanging on the edge.

Yuuji Ito hurried forward and rummaged through the bucket of dirty clothes. His hands inevitably touched lace lingerie, stockings, and similar items. Finally, he found what he wanted, but instead of the expected joy, he felt nothing.

He gripped the keys in his hand, and the dark lines on his forehead deepened.

She didn't even go home first.

To Asada Sakura, this scene looked exactly like that of a perverted lecher, who was unhappy because he hadn't found a style he liked.

Asada Sakura glanced at the clothes in the bucket, and her face instantly turned bright red.

That's so, so daring.

She set her sights on Yuujin Ito, so does he not like bold people?

Before Asada Sakura could finish thinking about whether to speak, Ito Yuujin pulled her outside.

This guy just finished wringing out clothes, and now he's going to play with a real person...

No, I'm not ready yet.

“I’m a member of the daredevil party too,” she whispered to Ito Yujin, grabbing his sleeve.

At this moment, Yuujin Ito had no idea what Sakura Asada was thinking.

Daredevil Party? Anime? Never mind, let's go to Hayakawa Miki's room to do Asada Sakura's makeup first.

Seeing that Ito Yuujin didn't react, Asada Sakura panicked a little. Did he like bold things? Should I have said I was wearing a bear-themed outfit today? What should I do? What should I do?

After a while, Asada Sakura realized that she had been overthinking things; this was not the direction to the bedroom.

Yuji Ito led Sakura Asada to the room next door, which was Miki Hayakawa's room.

Under Asada Sakura's increasingly wise gaze, he took out his key and opened the door.

The layouts of the two houses were almost identical, and after turning on the lights, it was just as Ito Yujin had expected.

With piles of empty wine bottles and clothes strewn everywhere, the only place that looks somewhat clean is probably the bedroom.

Since it was a place to sleep, apart from some clothes on the floor, there were no food scraps or takeout boxes or other strange things.

Following behind him, Asada Sakura was already deeply lost in her own thoughts.

How did he get a key to someone else's room? Did he keep a mistress? Isn't that something only someone with special abilities could do?

What did he mean by bringing me here? Did he get tired of the guy lying in the bathroom and now I'm his new target?

It must be. Thinking about that woman in the bathroom doing *that* kind of thing, I wonder if I'll get ruined too.

Imprisonment and brainwashing—we don't want that!

But how can one resist, perhaps by shouting appropriately: "Don't do this?"

This is too much!

While Sakura was still engrossed in her own little world, Yuujin Ito opened the closet, frowned, and picked out an outfit from among the clothes.

"Try these clothes on."

Yuji Ito picked out clothes that were all in a preppy style, which he hadn't really expected to find anyway.

After all, in Tokyo, if someone who has already graduated still wears clothes similar to a school uniform, they will be ridiculed as an old lady.

All I can say is, she truly lives up to her reputation.

"Uh, okay."