Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"Don't apologize yet, tell me what happened first." Ito's mind was in turmoil.

I opened the box, but I still couldn't check the cat's condition. I didn't even know when I had been scratched by the cat.

"Let me explain," Takikawa said, wiping his greasy mouth with a tissue. "Actually, it's all because of you."

"I?"

“That’s right, we all know about Ito.” Takikawa’s eyes were focused on the steaming dishes. “So I was right all along, Chinatsu really is your girlfriend.”

So you really were just guessing before...

"I'm going to take a shower too." Asada got up and walked past Ito.

After Asada left, Takikawa nudged Ito with his elbow, "You really are the enemy of all girls."

Ito couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or sarcasm.

"After you left, Asada and Mori went to buy groceries, and I went back to the apartment early." Takikawa finally began to explain what had happened.

"I don't know what they talked about, but when they came back, they were holding hands and being very intimate."

So......

Ito was about to speak when Takikawa interrupted him.

"I know what you want to say. Don't worry, Asada didn't reveal that she was living with you. She came to Ms. Hayakawa first."

"That's right, aren't I reliable, Yuu?" Hayakawa asked for credit, but was ignored by both of them.

"After that, Asada used the excuse that Ms. Hayakawa was your aunt, and then obtained the key to your room and started cooking in your room."

"Auntie~" Hayakawa teased.

"Of course, the reason Asada made up this lie is that he didn't know that Ms. Hayakawa's kitchen was just for show and didn't have any seasonings, so he had no choice but to go to your room."

This is not surprising at all.

These dishes were indeed made by Asada; the taste and appearance are at least 70% similar.

We've discovered another talent in them, that's great.

"And then what happened next, just now... you guys?" Ito recalled the sounds he heard next door, like bowls and chopsticks breaking, and an argument.

"You don't need to worry about this." Takikawa suddenly raised his voice, slammed his chopsticks on the lacquer tray, stood up, and walked towards the bedroom.

The door slammed shut.

It seems I've touched on a point I shouldn't have.

Only Hayakawa and Ito remained in the room, with the sound of Asada taking a bath echoing in the bathroom.

"Do you want to know, Yu~" Hayakawa's words were like a devil's hell, tempting Ito to cross the line. "If you want to know, tell your older sister, between Chinatsu and Sakura, who do you like more?"

Chapter 114 "Apartment Scandal Part Three"

"Please don't ask such trivial questions." Ito said expressionlessly, picking up a piece of stewed carrot that had become soft and tender from the plate.

"Oh~ no nutrition?" Hayakawa Miki extended her index finger, painted with burgundy nail polish, and gently rubbed the glistening lower lip with her fingertip.

"Then let's do something more nutritious." Under the table, her knees slowly rubbed against Ito's calves through the fabric, the upturned corners of her eyes hinting at a slight intoxication.

"Little You~ do you like me more, older sister?"

"Yes, whatever you say is right."

Faced with Hayakawa's blatant provocation, Ito remained unmoved. He quietly moved his groped leg away and calmly finished the last mouthful of rice in his bowl.

"Yuu, how boring." Hayakawa pouted, leaning back in his chair like a lazy cat that hadn't received enough attention.

“So you can tell me,” Ito put down his chopsticks, the bottom of his bowl making a slight clinking sound against the table, “what caused this so-called wetness?”

"What else could it be but a war over Yuu?" Hayakawa said casually. "It's all Yuu's fault for playing both sides."

"Bang!" Hayakawa slammed the can down on the table, splashing a few drops of liquid onto his half-open white shirt, with fine foam seeping up from the gap in the pull tab.

"Those who deceive people's feelings deserve to die!"

Faced with Hayakawa's sudden change in attitude, Ito didn't think it was his fault. He really hadn't done anything, really!

He believes all his actions are based on conscience, let alone deceiving people's feelings. He's basically the one who suffers when he's with them.

Hayakawa gulped down a large mouthful of beer, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then glared fiercely at Ito.

"Scumbag men should all die!"

Ito nodded in agreement; it was hard not to agree with the other person's point of view.

"Then why don't you just die!" Hayakawa bared his lower teeth, his tone stern.

"Huh?" Ito pointed at himself. "I'm a scumbag?"

"Xiaoyou, why do you have the illusion that you're not a scumbag?" Hayakawa carefully counted on his fingers.

"Look at you, playing music—the standard for artsy scumbags! Playing with women—obvious! Cooking—the homebody scumbag is more deceptive! And saving money—isn't that just to become a better-equipped, more sophisticated scumbag?"

Ito's face darkened instantly. Hayakawa's words were terrible; every single one of them was maliciously misinterpreting and slandering him!

This isn't proving he's a scumbag at all, but rather proving he's multi-talented and has strong life skills. What does that have to do with being a scumbag?

Besides, his main job is Asada's manager, so he doesn't have time for romance, let alone something as energy-consuming as becoming a scumbag.

Just then, the sound of running water in the bathroom gradually subsided until it disappeared completely.

The frosted glass door clicked open, and a wisp of white steam carrying the scent of shower gel rushed out first. Then, Asada's figure slowly appeared in the misty fog.

The warm yellow light shone through the mist, transforming Asada's bare legs into a smooth, lustrous jade-like surface.

Above it were loose, wrinkled cotton bath towels, and there were still water droplets on the snow-white collarbone.

But the bath towel seemed a bit too thin, and Asada gripped the edge tightly with her hand, causing the hem to tilt askew.

She pursed her lips, two pink blushes floating on her plump, collagen-rich cheeks, spreading from her cheekbones to her earlobes, even the damp hair at her temples was tinged with pink.

"Don't, don't look." Asada's eyes darted away.

"Yu-chan, you're really lucky~" Hayakawa teased from the side.

Wearing a bath towel, it's not like I'm not wearing...

Thinking about it carefully, it really is true!

Her clothes were all in the next room, and she went directly into the bathroom. How could Hayakawa possibly keep clothes in her bathroom?

Thinking of this, Ito dared not look at Asada.

Do not look at what is improper.

His behavior was interpreted as shyness by them, and a sly glint flashed across Hayakawa's slightly tipsy face.

"Watch out, there's a cockroach near your feet!" she suddenly shouted, pointing at Asada.

"Ah! Where!" Asada exclaimed in alarm.

This action naturally attracted Ito's attention. When he turned around, he happened to see Asada hurriedly covering herself, her towel slipping half an inch to reveal the lingering red marks on her shoulder blades.

Asada noticed Ito's gaze out of the corner of her eye, mechanically turned her head, and the two looked at each other. Then she looked down at where her bath towel was, squatted down pathetically, and her ear tips were so red that they looked like they were about to bleed.

"Oh, I misread it, hehe." Hayakawa's tone was very fake, he didn't even bother to act anymore, "You guys continue, continue."

What's the point of continuing like this? He doesn't want to become the protagonist of a METOO (sexual harassment) incident.

The bedroom door was suddenly opened, and Takikawa quickly walked out.

"Anna, you come too..." Hayakawa hadn't finished speaking when Takikawa dragged her towards the bedroom. "No! I want to watch more."

The scene was quite indecent, and Hayakawa's original attire was not appropriate.

Just before entering the bedroom, Hayakawa raised his voice, "Yu~ Remember to take precautions!"

After she entered the bedroom, the room fell silent. Asada didn't speak, and Ito didn't dare to move around, fearing it would cause a chain reaction.

Asada's legs were a little sore and numb from squatting. She rubbed her ankles with her small hands, her gaze secretly falling on Ito. She recalled Hayakawa and Takikawa teaching her the plan and felt a wave of shame.

"I...I'm going back to my room now," she said in a soft, sweet voice.

"Hmm." Ito dared not look around.

He heard footsteps nearby; it must be Asada going next door.

He breathed a sigh of relief; he almost became the kind of scoundrel who abused his position to harass his partner.

I cleared the dishes off the table, covered the unfinished food with plastic wrap, and put it in the refrigerator.

Why does Hayakawa's refrigerator only contain beer, and different brands of beer?

This guy lives on beer all the time... how decadent.

After putting a plate of food in the refrigerator, I was about to put another plate in the refrigerator when a fair hand handed me the bowl.

"Thank you." Ito accepted it readily. "So fast?"

"Not that fast, considering you don't really know how to use the bathroom at your senior's house." Mori's cheerful voice came from behind him.

Ito turned his head and saw that Mori's light purple hair was wet, and he was also only wearing a bath towel.

However, because it is smaller than the Asada, it can be better wrapped with a bath towel.

But just one glance made Ito feel a pang of guilt, and he quickly turned his head away.

"What's wrong, senior?" Mori seemed to have discovered something amusing. She came into Ito's view, suddenly tilted her head, and brushed her shoulder. "Why don't you dare look at me?"

As she finished speaking, she deliberately raised her hand to brush her wet hair back, revealing her earlobes.

"Your clothes," Ito reminded her.

"No~" Mori seemed oblivious to anything amiss, the towel clinging to her skin, outlining the curves of her body. "There's nothing inside~ Yuujin, do you want to see?"

"This is a special perk for boyfriends, a rare opportunity~" She suddenly took half a step forward, and the familiar fragrance mixed with moisture wafted to Ito's nose.

Mori's consonant at the end of a phrase is deliberately drawn out, giving it a unique tone.

"unnecessary."

"Are you sure you don't need it?" Mori's fingers paused at the folds of the towel, her small eyes curving into crescents. "It's just the two of us here..."

A drop of water from her hair fell onto the back of Ito's hand, feeling cool to the touch.