Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Chapter 115 "Apartment Scandal Part Four"

A girl who has just taken a shower stands in front of you, so close you can hear her breathing.

To say he felt nothing would be a lie. Ito isn't a eunuch, especially considering the constant teasing from the other side.

but......

"Senior, are you thinking dirty thoughts?" Mori took a light half-step back, creating some distance. "You can't be lewd~ At least... not now."

Her voice rose at the end, carrying a playful tone that said, "I understand you."

"what?"

Ito was speechless for a moment, somewhat bewildered by her sudden "biting back".

While Ito was still in a daze, the bedroom door clicked open.

Miss Hayakawa was dressed neatly, and the slightly tipsy look on her face seemed to have subsided considerably. Her eyes held a strange "firmness" as she walked out of the room with upright steps, carrying a set of pajamas in her hands.

"These are pajamas I prepared for you; they haven't been used." Hayakawa handed them to Mori, then returned them to him.

Don't give them room to refuse.

Mori held her pajamas, her little face full of unhappiness, her expression scrunched up. She stepped on Ito's foot while wearing slippers.

"It's all Hisahito's fault." She muttered as she turned and went into the bathroom.

She slammed the bathroom door shut, but whether it was due to an old lock or her doing it on purpose, the door didn't close completely, leaving a small crack through which a warm yellow light shone.

A shout came from inside.

"No peeking!"

If you don't want me to see, then close the door completely. And why is it his fault again?

Ito rubbed his foot, which had been stepped on, and he really couldn't understand what they were thinking.

By the time Mori had finished clearing away the dishes, she had also changed her clothes. She came out of the bathroom and turned around in front of Ito.

"How was it?" She tilted her head, her bright violet eyes expectant of a review.

“It suits you well, and it’s cute.” Ito’s eyes flickered, and she looked away somewhat awkwardly.

As Mori twirled, the unbuttoned button on her chest slipped open, allowing Ito to see through the gap...

"Really? Besides being cute?" Mori suddenly moved closer, the neckline of her pajamas slipping down even lower, revealing more of the folds in her chest, which rose and fell gently with her breath.

Please stop testing our cadres!

"Where is Hisahito looking?" She tilted her head, a knowing smile on her face, her fingers deliberately touching the buttons on her chest. "Is it... here?"

"Aren't you going to blow-dry your hair?" Ito forced down his churning blood, his voice strained as he tried to change the subject.

Mori's fingertips twirled around her damp purple hair. "If you'd like to help me blow-dry my hair, senpai—"

Her voice, tinged with laughter, echoed in the room, "That offsets the cost of peeping, okay?"

"Clap."

The motion-activated lights in the hallway suddenly turned on. Ito looked out of the room and saw that Asada had changed into her pajamas and was holding a hairdryer, but her hair was still wet.

"Ito, help me blow-dry my hair, I've forgotten how to use it."

What a lame excuse. I've always blow-dried my own hair, except for the very first time.

"How about you two?" Ito turned around and saw that Mori had already jumped half a step back, his pajamas buttoned up neatly at some point.

"The two of us?" Mori's eyes turned dangerous, and his tone was somewhat intriguing.

Okay, Ito gives up.

Having them blow-dry each other's hair doesn't seem like a good decision, even though Takikawa said they were holding hands when they went back to the apartment.

It's all deceptive.

The stage play hadn't even started yet, but it was already being performed.

Neither side was someone he could easily offend, so Ito had no choice but to obediently agree. It wouldn't take long to dry his hair.

Asada was the first to receive his service. Because they had been together before, he skillfully brushed aside the stray hairs at the back of her neck.

Turn on the hair dryer, and it starts up with a "hum". Hold the nozzle against the top of your head and let the fluffy hair rise and fall in the air.

“Stare~~” Mori knelt on the tatami, her eyes fixed on Ito’s every move.

I feel so much pressure.

Once the hair on the top of his head was half-dry, he moved the air blower to the ends of his hair, blowing it into a slight arc. Inevitably, his hand touched Asada's ear.

This action caused Asada to suddenly clench her pajama sleeves, her whole body trembling slightly.

"Please be gentle." The voice, carried by the wind, reached the ears of everyone present.

“Stare!” Mori’s eyes lost their luster, and his gaze toward Ito became empty.

Under Mori's deathly gaze, he finally dried Asada's hair. Those few minutes felt like an eternity, draining Ito of all his strength.

"Mori, it's your turn."

Mori took a cotton swab from somewhere and sat in the spot where Asada had just been sitting.

Asada wasn't idle either; she started practicing her electric guitar, since recording was scheduled to begin on Saturday.

Accompanied by the music of "Koi no Omo Sora", Ito blows Mori's light purple hair.

The strands of hair danced in the wind, and the moisture on them slowly evaporated.

Blow-drying a girl's hair is a long and meticulous process, so you can't rush anything.

"Senior!" Mori saw himself in the mirror, his hair flying all over to the other side.

"Excuse me."

To save time, Itt almost never changed the direction of the hair dryer.

Press down the sticking-out hair, linger the hairdryer on the ends for a moment, and finally move on to the bangs.

Suddenly, Mori looked up and met Ito's gaze. As she bit her lower lip with her little tiger teeth, her dimples gently spread across her face.

"Senior, you're not paying attention at all!" The warm light from the hairdryer reflected in his violet eyes.

She suddenly grabbed Ito's hand holding the hairdryer, and turned the nozzle around, the hot air lifting the stray hairs on her forehead to reveal her smooth forehead.

"Do you understand? It has to be like this. This is something that absolutely cannot be forgotten."

As soon as he finished speaking, the piercing sound of an electric guitar echoed through the room through the amplifier.

"Asada-senpai, your voice is a bit too loud."

"Sorry, the speaker suddenly went out of control."

An excuse as lame as not knowing how to use a hair dryer.

A moment later, the hairdryer stopped blowing, and Mori's bangs curled up in a perfect arc, parting slightly to both sides from the middle.

It was finally over. Just when Ito thought things were finally over, Mori handed her the cotton swabs she had been holding from the beginning.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

"Please help me clean my ears, senior~" she said, each word escaping her lips, her voice sweet and cloying.

She suddenly leaned closer, her violet hair brushing against the back of Ito's hand, making the downy hair around his ear appear transparent.

"Aren't you scared, senior?" She deliberately waved the cotton swab in front of his eyes. "When I was blow-drying my hair just now, my finger touched my ear, and it tickled."

"Ding!" Asada strummed the strings heavily with his pick, producing a deep sound.

"Otherwise, what about President Nagano..." Mori whispered in Ito's ear, the scent of a young girl mixed with the fragrance of her shower gel wafting over him.

"it is good."

Ito reluctantly agreed. The moment he took the cotton swab, Mori turned his face to the side, his earlobe stopping right in front of Ito's hand.

The skin there is as thin as a cicada's wing, and you can see the pale blue veins. It becomes pinkish when soaked in hot water.

As soon as the cotton swab was brought close to her ear, she suddenly flinched. "Be gentle, senior, I'm afraid of pain."

When the cotton ball touched the inner wall of his ear canal, he heard a very soft moan escape Mori's throat, and through the mirror, he saw his violet pupils suddenly tighten.

The white toes curled up quietly, making the fluffy fabric of the slippers tremble.

Chapter 116 "Apartment Scandal Part Five"

At that moment, Ito thought about many things, reviewing everything he had experienced since coming into this world.

Despite never wanting to get involved with Mori, they ended up becoming increasingly close.

All this thinking has only one purpose, only one reason.

"Please leave my room!"

I woke up groggily in the middle of the night and realized that there was a heavy object pressing on me, like an octopus.

Her body heat wafted through the thin pajamas, carrying the unique warmth of a young girl and a faint, almost imperceptible scent of shampoo.

"Senior, it's late." Mori didn't open his eyes, his voice was muffled, and his breath gently brushed against Ito's neck.

Ito's face darkened; he was now unable to move, and his hand was in an awkward position.

Rewind to when he finished cleaning Mori's ears and went to take a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, Asada was no longer in the house.

She sent the LINE message to ask questions in order to avoid revealing that she was living with Ito, so she went to Ms. Hayakawa's house on her own initiative.

This resulted in only Ito and Mori being left in the room.

As for the current situation, he didn't quite understand it yet, since he had clearly told the other party to sleep on the tatami mats in the living room, just like Asada.

"Mori-gami," Ito called out the other's name.

"No, not now."

They refused to let me go back to the living room, their refusal was so decisive.

"hand."