Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Are you going to do cosplay? Or what?

Sakura Asada, whose brain was somewhat overloaded, changed her clothes in front of Yuujin Ito.

It was Ito Yujin who took the initiative to avoid suspicion and left the bedroom, leaving behind the ripe Asada Sakura.

"All right."

When Yujin Ito pushed the door open, his fingertips paused on the doorknob for a moment.

Sakura Asada was standing in front of a full-length mirror, the hem of her school uniform pleated skirt swaying, and the bow on the collar of her white shirt tilted to one side, revealing her reddened ear tips.

Like cherry blossom jelly thoroughly dried by the sun, even the stray hairs at the back of her neck seemed to carry a shy warmth.

It's beautiful, but it's still a little lacking.

Yuji Ito strode towards her, approaching her under Sakura Asada's evasive gaze.

So close.

She brushed a few strands of hair that were blocking her face to one side with her hand, and took out a hair clip from somewhere and pinned it on Asada Sakura.

The hair clip is a design with a thin silver chain wrapped around two mother-of-pearl cherry blossom petals, and it is tucked behind the ear among the stray hairs.

Looking at Asada Sakura's appearance through the mirror, Ito Yuujin showed a satisfied expression.

Asada Sakura looked at herself in the mirror. The coolness of the mother-of-pearl cherry blossoms clung to the skin behind her ears, still warm from his fingertips. The redness on her ear tips spread down her neck to her collarbone.

Oops......

Chapter 4 A Genius Girl Will Always Have Talent

This guy has no sense of propriety; he's really annoying.

They were so close to me...

Fortunately, my acting was flawless.

Asada Sakura quietly turned to the side and gently supported her already flushed cheeks with the back of her hand.

I can even act shy, I'm a genius!

Just as he was secretly pleased with his cleverness and wit, he felt his heart pounding faster than usual.

Damn it, that guy smells so good, just like a girl.

She secretly sniffed herself.

Mmm, it's peach flavored.

"Do the clothes have a strange smell? They do smell a bit musty."

Yuujin Ito kept a close eye on Sakura Asada's movements, noticing her sneaky, kitten-like actions, and then realized it was because of that unreliable guy's clothes.

Whether it has been cleaned or not is still unknown.

"No, no," Asada Sakura replied obediently, clutching her skirt.

You're the one who's moldy! This is clearly a young girl's natural scent!

asshole!!!

"Okay, then I must have smelled it wrong." Ito Yuujin nodded. "By the way, you can do makeup..."

He suddenly remembered Asada Sakura's disastrous makeup skills and abruptly stopped himself from saying what he was about to say.

If you anger your little god of wealth and drive him away, then it would be a great loss.

Sigh, I'm always so cautious.

But this action was interpreted in a completely different way by Asada Sakura.

She gripped the hem of her skirt even tighter.

Hey, hey, hey, I heard you! What does that mean? What does he mean by that?

Are they mocking me? While I'm admittedly not very skilled at makeup, it doesn't have to be this bad.

Even though Yuujin Ito didn't finish his sentence, the meaning was already self-evident to Sakura Asada.

"Hold on," Asada Sakura closed her eyes, constantly reassuring herself. Her small chest heaved, as if she were dreaming.

Seeing that Asada Sakura had closed her eyes and was sitting quietly in the chair, Ito Yuujin was very satisfied.

She's a very well-behaved and sensible child. She knows it's time to put on makeup without being told anything.

Things should get much easier from now on.

He pulled up a stool from the side and sat down next to Asada Sakura. After adjusting her position, he focused his attention on her face.

She looked nervous, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyelashes trembled gently.

Although her eyes were closed, Asada Sakura was still able to clearly perceive Ito Yuujin's movements.

He was staring at himself.

What is this reckless and extremely presumptuous guy trying to do?!

Unable to suppress her curiosity and unease, she secretly opened one eye, then quickly closed it again.

Their eyes met...

Why is he so close to me again? Although the scent is lovely, that's not a valid reason.

Unbeknownst to Asada Sakura, Ito Yuujin was once again lost in his own world, contemplating something very serious.

He doesn't seem to know much about makeup either.

My mother did teach me in my past life, but I wasn't interested, so I didn't study it seriously.

Now, if he were asked to do Asada Sakura's makeup, he wouldn't know where to begin. But one thing was certain: it would be a million times better than her original look.

Even his grandmother wouldn't wear makeup like that.

Thinking of this, Ito Yuujin chuckled softly, leaving Asada Sakura completely bewildered.

Although I don't know what he's laughing at, it must have been something very presumptuous.

Why should a radiant and beautiful young woman like myself suffer such injustice?

It's all Yuujin Ito's fault. Yuujin Ito's sins increase by 1.

It's all Hayakawa Miki's fault, that reckless drunkard. She forced herself to do work she wasn't good at.

He observed Asada Sakura's face; even without makeup, she was extremely beautiful.

It's hard to believe that she's the same person who looked like that before.

If Morikami Chinatsu is a 4K beauty, then Asada Sakura is an 8K beauty.

Since that's the case, let's just do a simple light makeup look, after all, the model is top-notch.

When Yuji Ito touched Sakura Asada's face, she trembled reflexively.

"Don't move, it'll be over in a minute."

"You think you can just stay still like that?" Asada Sakura was terrified. One hand was on her face, but she had no idea where the other hand was.

Damn it, did they still make a move?

Huh?

The cool touch made Asada Sakura tremble slightly.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she opened her eyes and saw an open toner on the table, and Ito Yuujin gently wiping his face with a cotton pad.

I felt a little disappointed for no reason, but soon a new idea came to me.

He can even do makeup? Is he even half as good as me?

I'll see what kind of pretentious drawing you can come up with. If you don't draw well, I'll pretend to be about to cry.

Having understood what Yuujin Ito was up to, Sakura Asada felt relieved. She sat quietly, enjoying the faint fragrance in the air.

Under the room's lights, Yuujin Ito took out some foundation and slowly applied it to Sakura Asada's forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin. He gently spread the foundation with his hands, his movements professional and tender.

If you ignore the parts that are stained with hair, it's still 'perfect'.

After a while, Yuujin Ito took the final step, leaning down slightly, almost touching Sakura Asada's face.

She could feel Yujin Ito's warm breath tickling her neck.

Asada Sakura held her breath nervously, waiting for Ito Yuujin to finish drawing her eyebrows, not daring to make the slightest movement.

"Alright, open your eyes and take a look." Ito Yujin exhaled and said softly.

Upon hearing this, Asada Sakura opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her skin seemed to be covered with a soft halo. The carefully groomed eyebrows, paired with light eyeshadow, looked natural and smooth, while also enhancing her lively appearance.

Asada Sakura gently bit her thin, jelly-like lips, a hint of girlish shyness in her eyes, making her incredibly alluring.

I hate to admit it, but he is indeed a little bit better than me.

She was radiant.

What's this? Asada Sakura observed carefully and noticed something was wrong.

She touched the edge of her hair with her hand.

Sticky.

"this......"

“I did this on purpose,” Yujin Ito answered before Sakura Asada could even guess, “to fit the content of the song we’re filming.”

He spoke with a serious expression, without stopping his actions of tidying up his cosmetics.

She was very sincere, but Asada Sakura chose not to believe her.

She just felt that Yujin Ito was lying; she could smell the scent of a lie.

In the eyes of the genius girl Asada Sakura, no lie can escape.

What song would require deliberately making your makeup look ugly?

Asada Sakura looked at him suspiciously, a slight smile playing on her lips: Hehe, I've caught you out.