I really don't want to have a girlfriend.

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"This is a 'trial'... cough cough!"

In a luxury apartment building, at the entrance of a certain apartment, Yuu Tenkuji, carrying a supermarket plastic bag, stared blankly ahead.

The silver-haired girl stood by the door, striking a flirtatious pose in front of him.

Even with her hair disheveled, coughs occasionally escaping from behind her mask, and her delicate body frail beneath her pajamas, she still recited in a steady, solemn voice:

"I believe this is a 'trial' given to me by God to help me overcome my past... cough cough... Only after overcoming that immature past... cough, can a person grow!"

After reading it all, she looked as if she had done something amazing and let out a smug sigh.

Yuu Tenkuji could certainly recognize that this was a famous line from Diavolo, the boss of the fifth part's final boss organization, the "Passion" organization.

However, the person said this while taking off their clothes. If you really want to recreate it, shouldn't you imitate that part as well?

...Of course, Yuu Tenkuji would never actually say such a thought out loud.

"I don't know such a sickly boss."

"That's because you're ignorant, Polnareff."

She seemed to lack even the strength to sneer; her head rested against the door, she breathed softly, only her eyes remained bright as she gazed at him.

Yuu Tenkuji Polnareff sighed and gestured with his eyes: "Let's play with the JOJO references later. Don't block the door. Let me in."

He glanced at the girl's body blocking half of the doorway.

Beneath the thin pajamas, it seemed there was no extra inner armor.

However, since the indoor heating is on full blast, wearing this won't make you too cold, and it also allows your body to breathe...

As for the areas with obvious swaying and faint small protrusions, just pretend you didn't see them.

Tenkuji Yuu came to take care of people, not to shake his own resolve.

Do not look at what is improper.

"You want to come in so soon? Alright, please make your way."

With a hoarse laugh, Natsukawa Masaki turned slightly to the side, seemingly wanting to go inside.

But as soon as his body left the door, his legs seemed boneless and tilted to the side, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

The reason it's described as "almost" is because Tenkuji Yu reached out and caught her before she fell.

"No way, has your health deteriorated to this extent?"

As if he had scooped up a warm and soft lump of clay, Yuu Tenkuji supported her arm with his left hand while pressing the back of his right hand against her forehead.

Although the exact temperature is unknown, it was certainly hot enough to make one feel uneasy.

"Haha, I accidentally used too much force..."

Completely draining all her strength, Natsukawa Masaki leaned against his back, a wry smile appearing on her face behind her mask: "I only wanted a minor cold, but it seems it's headed straight for a serious case."

"So, this really was your routine?"

As he said this, Yuu Tenkuji embraced her light and hot body and walked towards the nearest sofa.

After carefully putting her down, he took off his coat and covered her with it. He then went back to the entrance, picked up the plastic bag that was temporarily placed on the ground, and took out a box of cold medicine from it.

"Did you take your medicine? If you don't have any, take this. It's quite effective."

"I want to eat this!"

She pulled down her mask and covered her face with her coat, giving a muffled answer while still breathing softly in "pain."

Just as he was about to turn and walk toward the kitchen, Tenkuji Yu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"If you don't want to eat, I'll go outside and buy a suppository."

He smiled, but his tone was frighteningly serious.

"..."

The girl, who was curled up on the sofa, stiffened involuntarily, then struggled to sit up straight and reached for the cold medicine on the table.

"Don't get me wrong... It's not that I don't want to play with the suppository. It's just that right now, I don't have the strength to open the door and go upstairs for you anymore," she said, struggling.

Perhaps due to the fever, her fair face, from her neck to her ears, was flushed with a sickly yet alluring blush.

"The misunderstanding is so strange." After casually making a complaint, Tenkuji Yuu looked away and went into her kitchen. "I'll go get some water. You lie down first."

"Ah, the cup is..." It was a beat late before Natsukawa Masaki's hoarse voice finally came out.

The living room was deserted; he had even taken the supermarket plastic bags into the kitchen.

Not long after, Yuu Tenkuji brought out a glass of water, sat down in the empty seat next to her, and casually picked up the remote control to turn up the heat.

Natsukawa Masaki took the water glass, her gaze slightly dazed as she looked at him.

"...How come you seem to know my house better than I do?"

Tenkuji Yu said nonchalantly, "Don't worry about such a small thing. Take your medicine and rest well first. I'll go make you some porridge... By the way, do you have a thermometer?"

"No, this is the first time I've had a fever since I moved back."

He frowned slightly, his tone slightly reproachful, like an older brother scolding his younger sister: "Didn't you think about the difficulties you'd encounter living alone? No medicine, no thermometer, you're not just planning to lie in bed and wait for your fever to go down naturally, are you? There's not much food at home, how are you going to get enough nutrition?"

Her fair, rosy cheeks puffed out slightly, and Natsukawa Masaki pouted and muttered softly, "...Just like an old woman."

"What did you say?"

"There's nothing there~ Okay, I'll remember to buy some later!"

It seemed that raising his voice took a lot of effort, as Natsukawa Masaki's expression quickly became listless. He coughed twice, looking slightly pained, and almost dropped his cup.

Yuu Tenkuji didn't know what to say, but silently watched as she slowly swallowed the medicine with water, her movements unusually gentle.

With a slight thud of her slender neck, Natsukawa Masaki let out a soft sigh, placed the cup on the table, and then extended her arm toward him.

"Okay, carry me to bed."

Tenkuji Yu stood up, ignoring the coquettish gesture of wanting a hug: "Just lie here, and go to bed after you finish your porridge."

Natsukawa Masaki frowned slightly and said with dissatisfaction, "It'll be cold."

"With the heating on so strong and my coat as a blanket, how could I be cold?"

“That was my body, this is my heart.” She sighed softly, coughing, her face ashen. “It seems you don’t love me anymore. It’s alright, just let me fend for myself at home.”

"...They even resorted to the self-inflicted injury ruse."

Yuu Tenkuji rolled his eyes, too lazy to continue the nonsense, and simply scooped her up from the sofa. "Fine, give me directions. Your room isn't as easy to find as a water glass."

As for the posture, it's naturally the princess carry, which makes it easy to pick up and put down.

Let alone a light-as-a-feather silver-haired girl, with his current arm strength, he could easily lift up even a Qiao Biluo.

"It's behind that door."

Chapter Seventy: The Little Girl Who Was Afraid of Loneliness

Perhaps because of her illness, Natsukawa Masuzu didn't pay attention to his skillful princess carry technique. Instead, she obediently adjusted her posture, holding his coat in her hand, resting her head on his chest, and pointing her finger towards the room.

"It's okay to walk slowly. This is my first time being carried in a princess carry. For experimental purposes, I want to experience this novelty as much as possible."

After speaking lightly, she closed her eyes and pursed her pale, chapped lips.

She seemed to be resting, or perhaps listening to his heartbeat. Her usually willful and confident face became unusually peaceful, and her pained expression lessened.

"How long do you expect me to walk this short distance?"

With a sigh, Yuu Tenkuji didn't slow down his pace and carried her to the door.

The door wasn't locked; it opened with a push.

The girl's boudoir came into view, and after looking around, Tenkuji Yu's expression became subtle.

What appeared before him was a pristine white room so 'desolate' it shouldn't belong to a teenage girl.

A bed, a desk and chair set, a laptop, a wardrobe—that's about all the furnishings; it's surprisingly simple.

It was less a room and more a place to rest; under the pale fluorescent lights, it was even less cozy than a motel.

The only thing that gives you a sense of "home" is probably the items displayed in the corner cabinet: the "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" manga, JUMP magazine, and various JoJo-related merchandise.

"I once read in a book that the arrangement of a room can reveal a person's personality and psychological state, and it seems that it wasn't lying..."

Muttering to herself, Yuu Tenkuji entered the room, and a refreshing, minty fragrance wafted into her nostrils, finally adding a touch of girlish charm.

Natsukawa Masaki also had the same scent.

Without standing still, Yuu Tenkuji quickly placed Masuzu Natsukawa on the bed, pulled over the quilt piled in the corner of the bed, and firmly covered her youthful body, whose lines were even more alluring as she softened.

"Get some rest, I'm going to cook."

Before she turned to leave, she reached out from under the quilt and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"We're already in bed, shouldn't we take this opportunity to fulfill the terms of the 'deal'?"

Half of her face was covered by the quilt, only her moist and deep blue eyes blinked, staring straight at him.

"Ayu, I am yours... If this is the condition for you to stay and keep me company, then now is the best time to take it away, okay?"

Although her voice was weak and soft, as if she might fall asleep at any moment, it still held a captivating sweetness that stirred a man's primal desires.

Tenkuji Yu met her gaze, thought for a moment, then squatted down to look her in the eye and said, "Do you know how I would answer you in a situation like this?"

Should I guess?

Natsukawa Masaki paused for a moment, thought for a while, and then said hesitantly, "'Lie down obediently and wait until you're fully recovered before messing you up'? Or 'To avoid catching your cold, shut your stinky little mouth, or I'll disinfect your whole body with my tongue'?"

"The general idea is correct, but I'm not as twisted as you." Tenkuji Yu reached out and lightly flicked her forehead, then stood up, supporting himself on his knees, and casually freed the fingers from the hem of her clothes.

"What I said yesterday doesn't mean I'm in a hurry to collect 'transaction' chips from you. Just wait patiently. Consider it an advance payment for the services I provide to you."

"...Of course, I already knew." She suddenly laughed, the crescent moon above the blanket appearing, and spoke in a soft tone that Natsukawa Masuzu would never normally use, "The Yu in my heart isn't the kind of lecherous person who would take advantage of someone in distress~"

Tenkuji Yu shrugged: "Good to know, this kind of tactic doesn't work on me."

"But I've heard that the higher the body temperature, the more comfortable it feels..."