Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"I'm keeping warm properly, so don't worry."

It was indeed to keep her warm; I placed my hand on her abdomen through her pajamas.

Beneath my palms was a flat, soft abdomen that rose and fell gently with my breath.

But it's certain that this wasn't an unconscious reaction of treating him like a hand warmer.

He simply couldn't accept someone being in his bed, and besides, he couldn't fall asleep in such a shameful position.

He suddenly sat up straight, and Mori rolled to the side, the blanket covering them both slipping off.

Just then, the moonlight broke free from the clouds, its cool rays streaming in at an angle, outlining the messy contours of the bed.

Using the dim light coming through the window, Mori rubbed his right eye with his hand.

"What's wrong, senior?" her voice was soft and sweet.

"Mori, you..." Ito was speaking when a voice came from the living room, "Is there anyone else in the living room?"

"N-nothing." Mori also heard the noise and moved towards Ito, trying to find a sense of security.

Pajamas are meant to be comfortable, and the two of them were standing very close together, which made the originally dangerous atmosphere strangely ambiguous.

But Ito couldn't think about that anymore; only one possibility was in his mind—a thief had broken into his house.

It couldn't possibly be those three neighbors who came here in the middle of the night looking for food because they were hungry.

Before Ito could make any further moves, the thief, quite audacious, had set his sights on the bedroom.

Ito is ready to use his popularity points to purchase self-defense techniques.

The doorknob turned gently, and the "click" sound was particularly clear in the quiet night.

As the door hinges slowly turned, a dark figure crouched low and tiptoed in, barefoot, casting a long shadow in the moonlight to minimize the noise.

"Asada?" Ito's voice suddenly broke the silence. After seeing the person's face clearly by the moonlight, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I-Ito." Asada was startled by the sudden voice, and her back hit the door frame with a dull thud.

She clutched the spot where she had bumped herself, her small figure frozen in the doorway.

But when she came to her senses and saw the scene on the bed, her small hands clenched into fists—Mori was leaning against Ito, her violet hair spread out on the pillow, and her wrist was still on Ito's waist.

"You guys..." Her voice was filled with unspeakable grievance.

The wind outside the window suddenly picked up, making the curtains flutter loudly, and the moonlight painted her trembling eyelashes white.

Why does it give me the feeling of being caught cheating on my wife and then having an affair?

"Don't misunderstand." Ito pulled his hand out of Mori's arms. "Like you, the reason for her appearance is unknown."

Asada's pupils trembled, clearly indicating that he did not believe Ito's explanation.

"Is your plan to take advantage of me and then deny everything?" Mori asked, head bowed like a wounded wife. "We were just..."

Please stop saying things that could cause misunderstandings. From the moment he discovered the other person, he was thinking about how to get them out of the room.

“I-Ito…” Asada clearly believed Mori’s explanation.

I must change Asada's bad habit of easily trusting others in the future.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Now, both of you, get out!" Ito suddenly raised his voice, trying to scare the two away.

But clearly his actions had no effect; they ignored him, engrossed in their own little world.

"Senior, have I ever told you that your acting is fake?" Mori suddenly spoke up, causing Ito's hardened mood to droop.

"It's getting late, we have class tomorrow." Mori yawned and lay back in bed. "Go to sleep, senior."

"How am I supposed to sleep with you here?" Ito said with a dark expression.

“Sleep here.” Mori patted the empty seat next to him.

That's not the problem!

With a thud, Ito turned around and saw Asada, who had been standing at the bedroom door, rushing towards him.

Just as she was about to reach the bed, she threw herself onto it, landing right in Ito's arms. The momentum caused them both to fall backward, her hair teasing Ito's nose.

Mori stood frozen to the side, his violet pupils reflecting the moonlight filtering through the curtains, the collar of his pajamas rising and falling gently with his breath.

“Asada…” Ito called her name.

Asada buried her face in Ito's arms, clutching the hem of Ito's pajamas in her hand.

"I want to sleep here too." The words escaped her lips with a nasal tone.

"study......"

Before Mori could finish speaking, the bed frame made a soft creak, and Asada snuggled closer to Ito, her nose brushing against his Adam's apple.

Through the single eye that Asada revealed as she turned her head slightly, Mori could sense her smugness.

That absolutely won't do!

"Senior, my hands are a little cold." Suddenly, Morishi stepped forward and wrapped his delicate hand around Ito's palm, feeling the warmth emanating from the other's hand.

Then she placed Ito's hand on her collarbone, saying, "Your hands are so warm."

pinned down by Asada, she desperately let Mori do as he pleased, her heart pounding rapidly, seemingly coming from nowhere.

Ito turned his head and met Mori's raised eyes. His violet pupils were bathed in moonlight, like two amethysts frozen by the night dew.

"Senior's hand..." After touching his soft cheek, he gently circled his fingers in his palm. "Where should I put it now?"

Ito's pupils dilated instantly. To say such a thing at this time and in this place.

Hearing hot breaths in his ear, Asada straightened up and blew into Ito's ear.

"Ito~" she drawled, her hair brushing against his Adam's apple with the movement, causing a slight tickle, and her lips almost touched his earlobe, "Can I sleep here tonight?"

"On your bed."

The moment she finished speaking, whether intentionally or unintentionally, her lips brushed against his earlobe, startling him so much that his neck tensed up.

Mori suddenly tightened her grip on Ito's hand, her eyes curving into crescents. "Senior, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

The wind outside the window lifted the curtains, and moonlight spilled onto the bed. Asada turned her head and brushed her nose against Ito's ear. "What about Chinatsu? I just want to sleep in bed."

Chapter 117 "The Apartment Scandal Ends"

Upon hearing Asada's explanation, Ito felt a headache coming on.

From the moment she returned to her apartment today, Asada's excuses have all sounded fake; you could tell at a glance.

“Didn’t we agree…” Ito wanted to ask why, but Asada’s resentful look shut him down.

"That's the problem with Ito!"

Now it seems like your problem is bigger. At most, he just gave up his bed to Mori, but she retaliated in this way.

Revenge, yes, Ito believes that Asada's current actions are revenge.

As for Mori, it was a prank, full of wicked humor towards him.

What did he do wrong to deserve such torment, both mental and physical?

It was clearly Asada who wanted to play a role-playing game and told Mori that she was a child staying at Ms. Hayakawa's house.

So he could only sleep next door. If he didn't give up his bed to Morishita, people would eventually notice something was amiss.

Although the room was filled with two people's daily necessities, which were full of holes.

"Senior, you still haven't answered me." Mori's whisper echoed in my ear, his hands already quite restless. "Where should I put it next?"

"Ito, you still haven't answered me." Asada's face drew closer. "Is tonight possible~?"

Please leave me alone, don't joke like that!

Seeing that the two were becoming increasingly outrageous and the atmosphere was becoming more intimate, the situation was clearly heading towards an uncontrollable point.

Ito was trying to compromise and give up.

"Bang!" The door, which was already half-open, was slammed against the wall with a heavy thud.

Immediately afterwards, the bedroom light was turned on, and a burst of bright white light poured down from the ceiling, illuminating every detail of the hair tangled in the bedding.

Ito squinted at the sudden light, and as his eyelids closed, he saw Takikawa standing in the doorway with a serious expression.

"It's already one in the morning." Takikawa's voice was completely flat as his gaze swept over the messy bedding on the bed. "What are you doing?"

The moment she finished speaking, Asada sprang up from Ito and sat obediently on the edge of the bed, while Mori still held onto Ito's hand.

"Anna, don't be in such a hurry." Hayakawa's voice came from afar.

“They’re all adults now.” She was wearing a black lace nightgown and yawning as she approached Hayakawa. Her voice was hoarse, probably because she had just woken up.

When her gaze fell upon the three people on the bed, each behaving differently, her eyes suddenly lit up, her expression became playful, and she looked at Ito with admiration, "Yu~ well done."

“Miss Hayakawa.” Takikawa’s voice suddenly froze, instantly causing the smile on Hayakawa’s face to freeze.

"I have to say something to you, Auntie." She suddenly put her hands on her hips, her lace skirt sweeping across the foot of the bed. "You actually did this kind of thing, and with two girls too."

He didn't need to bring up the identity of his aunt when he was reprimanding himself, and besides, he still held the view that he was the victim.

Under the light, her figure was reflected on the wall, appearing somewhat stern, while Hayakawa nodded in agreement.

The air in the room seemed to freeze. Asada lowered her head, her ear tips were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and her fingers nervously twisted the hem of her pajamas.

Ito sat on the bed, about to explain, when the unreliable Ms. Hayakawa continued, "Didn't I tell you? I have unused protection by my bedside. You can't do without it!"

What if I get pregnant?!

Ms. Hayakawa's words triggered a series of chain reactions, causing Takikawa to freeze in his nodding motion and making the tense atmosphere much more relaxed.

"What protective measures? So you made preparations in advance..." Mori turned to Ito curiously, "You said it wasn't allowed now."

Stop exaggerating!

"Chika," Takikawa called out her name.

"What's wrong?" Mori asked, seemingly unaware that something was amiss.

Ito glanced between the two, secretly praying that Takikawa would teach the other a lesson.

"Even boyfriends and girlfriends should be mindful of the impact," Takikawa said, frowning.