My daily life with the original diva

Shaking his head, Akina Nakamori clearly wanted to keep staring. Hiroshi Kimura ignored her, walked out of the kitchen, and rubbed his shoulders. The aftereffects of this high-intensity exercise hadn't subsided yet; they started to ache as soon as he moved slightly.

He made them each a cup of tea, then drew the curtains, making the living room somewhat dim. He turned the lights back on, then sat down to continue watching the art film. European and American art films are really hard to understand, but the melodramatic love story between the male and female leads seemed to be reaching its climax.

Just as he was wondering if he should watch a different movie, he saw Akina Nakamori run out of the kitchen, anxiously calling out, "Kimura-san, fifteen minutes are up, hurry up or it'll be too late."

"It's here, it's here, it's okay if it's a little late." Kimura Hiroshi got up and went to the kitchen. He could already smell the faint aroma of eggs and flour mixed in the air. He opened the lid of the rice cooker, and a fragrant aroma immediately wafted out. Inside the rice cooker, he saw that the golden cake was completely formed. Kimura Hiroshi reached out and gently pressed it. It was soft and elastic. Hmm, a success.

Akina Nakamori next to her was stunned, her eyes filled with disbelief. She also reached out and rubbed the cake. A rice cooker can really make a cake. This is too amazing. She was so happy that she almost jumped up. "Wow, it's true. Kimura-san, you can actually make a cake with a rice cooker. It's so amazing and incredible."

Kimura Hiroshi was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being praised and admired by his girlfriend. However, he still pretended to be serious and said, "I told you a long time ago that I could make it. Now you see, go to the living room and tidy up the dining table. Let's eat cake."

"Okay, I'll be right there." The cheerful Nakamori Akina quickly ran to the living room to tidy up the dining table.

In the kitchen, Kimura Hiroshi poured the cake from the rice cooker onto a large plate, then took out a dozen thin candles from the cupboard and stuck them on the cake.

Peeking out, he saw that Akina Nakamori had already set the dining table in the living room. He reached out and turned off the living room lights, and the living room suddenly became dark.

"Ah, Kimura-san, something's wrong! The light bulb is broken!" Nakamori Akina exclaimed in a panic from the living room, and then went to the kitchen to find Kimura Hiroshi.

But as soon as she got up, she saw Kimura Hiroshi come out carrying a cake with lit candles, singing "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." as he walked.

Looking at Kimura Hiroshi's smiling face in the candlelight, Nakamori Akina suddenly felt a pang of sadness, and her eyes involuntarily reddened. Kimura-san had been busy for so long, just for this moment. She had never felt such attention and care from anyone, not even her mother. Her mother had so many children, each of whom needed her care, and she was destined not to have so much for herself.

"Happy birthday, Akina-san, you're nineteen now," Kimura Hiroshi said softly.

"Yes, I'm nineteen now. Next year I'll be an adult," Nakamori Akina said, her voice slightly choked, tears welling up in her eyes.

He quickly placed the cake on the table, and Kimura Hiroshi reached out to wipe away her tears, saying with a smile, "It's your birthday, you should be happy, don't cry. Come on, blow out the candles, or the wax will drip onto the cake and it won't taste good."

"Ugh, honestly, I always manage to do something that ruins the mood. I'm really terrible," Akina Nakamori said self-reproachfully.

"How could that be? These are tears of happiness. Hurry up and blow out the candles, Akina-san. Do you want to eat a wax cake?" Kimura Hiroshi comforted her, urging her to blow out the candles.

"No way, here I come!" Having finally calmed down, Nakamori Akina puffed out her cheeks and, with an overwhelming force, blew out all nineteen candles on the cake.

"Wow!" Kimura Hiroshi exclaimed exaggeratedly, clapping his hands vigorously to praise Nakamori Akina's skill, which earned him a very sweet smile from Nakamori Akina.

Kimura Hiroshi turned the lights back on, removed the candles from the cake, and began to cut the cake, giving Nakamori Akina only a very small piece. This cake was incredibly high in sugar, practically a calorie bomb, so Nakamori Akina, who had to control her figure, couldn't eat too much.

However, Nakamori Akina, who had been looking forward to it for so long, was immediately unhappy when she saw such a small piece. Her cheeks puffed out even more than when she blew out the candles, and she said, "Why did you only give me this little bit? This is too much, Kimura-san."

“Akina-san, aren’t you trying to control your figure? If you eat too much of this, you’ll gain at least a kilogram tomorrow,” Kimura Hiroshi said, trying to scare her.

A hint of hesitation crossed her face, but Nakamori Akina still said as if she had made up her mind, "But Kimura-san made this for me, I'm not afraid of gaining weight, give me some more."

Since that's what he said, what else could Kimura Hiroshi say? He could only cut her a little more, and as for himself, he only ate a little bit, since he also needed to manage his figure.

Fluffy, soft, sweet, and delicious, Nakamori Akina took a bite and immediately squinted her eyes, praising, "Delicious, so delicious!"

The two, being quite hungry, ate very quickly and finished in no time. Although it was delicious, they didn't eat too much. Nakamori Akina said she would take the cake to her manager and assistant the next day so they could witness Kimura-san's amazing food-making skills.

After finishing the cake, the two leaned back on the sofa, watching the long and tedious art film while chatting. Soon it got dark, and Kimura Hiroshi didn't want to cook dinner. So, under a pretense, Nakamori Akina drove them to a high-end Western restaurant for a candlelight dinner.

The atmosphere between the two was exceptionally pleasant today. When Akina Nakamori drove back to Hiroshi Kimura's apartment building, Hiroshi Kimura shifted his body slightly and asked a little awkwardly, "Akina-san, would you like to come up for another cup of tea?"

This was a hint that Nakamori Akina had given him before, but now it was just a different person. Seeing Kimura Hiroshi still pretending to be serious, Nakamori Akina couldn't help but laugh again. She rolled her eyes, her face serious, and said very seriously, "Kimura-san, you should go back first. I still have some things to do."

She refused? Kimura Hiroshi never expected this. He turned to look at Nakamori Akina, trying to see what was going on, but Nakamori Akina just kept a straight face. Kimura Hiroshi couldn't see anything at all. He could only sigh, step forward to kiss her, and then leave.

But when he stepped forward to kiss her, Akina Nakamori stopped him with her hand, saying, "Tame, no, Kimura-san, you should go back first."

"Okay, I'll head back now. Akina-san, drive carefully on your way home, and remember to call me when you get home." He was so annoyed, but Kimura Hiroshi still had to maintain his composure. He straightened his clothes and got out of the car.

As soon as he got out of the car, Akina Nakamori started the car and drove away at an impatient speed, leaving Hiroshi Kimura still in a daze. What was going on? Was she in such a hurry to leave?

Chapter 177 Let me borrow your bathroom for a shower

He strolled back to his apartment, turned on the light, and looked at the empty living room. Kimura Hiroshi sighed. Just moments ago, there were two people here, all lovey-dovey, but now he was all alone. He was probably destined to have a sleepless night.

"Why do I suddenly feel a little lonely?" Kimura Hiroshi said with a slightly depressed mood. He then went to the bathroom to wash up, and then took out a videotape of a beautiful gravure idol that Nakamori Akina had given him and started playing it. He lay down on the sofa, ready to enjoy the performance of this gravure idol.

Unfortunately, the video was too conservative; it didn't show any of the parts that should have been shown, and the entire filming was very chaotic, so there was really nothing to watch. Kimura Hiroshi was lying on the sofa, originally wanting to do something naughty while watching the videotape, but he didn't expect to be completely uninterested and almost fall asleep while watching it.

Just as he got up, turned off the VCR and TV, and prepared to go to bed to relieve the fatigue from yesterday's work, he heard the doorbell ring. He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already past nine o'clock. He wondered who could be coming at this hour.

As he walked to the door, he looked through the peephole and saw Akina Nakamori carrying a large bag. She seemed to know he was through the peephole and was smiling and waving at him.

Opening the door, Kimura Hiroshi looked at Nakamori Akina with some confusion and asked, "Akina-san, weren't you supposed to go back for something? Why are you back all of a sudden?"

Carrying her bag, Akina Nakamori walked into the house, changing into slippers as she said, "Ah, it's like this, Kimura-san, when I got back home I found that the water heater was broken, so I have nowhere to take a shower. I was wondering if I could borrow the bathroom in Kimura-san's apartment. Is that alright?"

What a powerful and reasonable reason! Kimura Hiro almost believed it. Nakamori Akina didn't wait for his consent and walked straight to the bathroom. He quickly followed and saw Nakamori Akina arranging her toiletries there.

Although he bought them for her last time, girls need so many things, it was clear that what he bought was not enough. In addition to these, there were also cosmetics, skin care products, and towels.

After setting out her toiletries, Akina Nakamori came out of the bathroom and asked, "Kimura-san, where did you put your clothes?"

With his hands on his hips, Kimura Hiroshi already knew Nakamori Akina's intentions. She had brought over a set of things she usually used in her apartment, so she could stay at his place anytime from now on. He was furious. She had run away so fast earlier, and now she was back, wanting to stay at his place all the time.

“Akina-san, didn’t you say you weren’t coming up for tea?” Kimura Hiroshi asked.

"Ah, I didn't want tea, Kimura-san. I already told you the water heater in the apartment is broken. I came here to take a shower. Are your clothes in the closet in the room?" Nakamori Akina, still pretending to be confused, took her bag and walked into the room.

This girl was infuriating, and Kimura Hiroshi wasn't going to let her off so easily. He followed her into the room and slammed the door shut.

Akina Nakamori, who was putting her pajamas and a few other clothes into the closet, saw Hiroshi Kimura approaching with a mischievous grin. Her face flushed slightly, thinking he was about to do something naughty, and she quickly said, "Not now, Kimura-san. I haven't showered yet. I've been running around all day and I'm all dirty."

But Kimura Hiroshi pounced on her, grabbed Nakamori Akina in his arms, and with a wicked grin on his face, whispered in her ear in a very strange tone, "It's too late to beg for mercy now. Didn't you just run away? Coming back now is like a lamb entering a tiger's den."

Held in Kimura Hiroshi's arms, with his breath in her ear and the warmth emanating from his body on her back, Nakamori Akina also began to feel hot. She said in a kitten-like voice, "It's because you refused to come up for tea when I invited Kimura-san before. This is revenge. Also, I don't want Ms. Noriko to bring me clothes tomorrow. It would be too embarrassing."

Oh, I see. She's quite vengeful. But the biggest reason should be the latter. Who wants to be watched and gossiped about by another person every morning when they're with their boyfriend? That feeling is definitely not nice, especially for Nakamori Akina. She really doesn't like her private affairs being observed by others.

But Kimura Hiroshi had no intention of letting her off so easily. He shouted, "Well, you dare to get angry with your boyfriend and even retaliate? You have to be punished. I'll tickle you."

A large hand started scratching Nakamori Akina's body. Never having seen this move before, Nakamori Akina immediately started running away, laughing and begging for mercy, "I was wrong, Kimura-san, I won't do it again, please stop."

"Now you know you were wrong, but it's too late." Kimura Hiroshi pressed on relentlessly, and soon Nakamori Akina had nowhere to escape, so she crawled onto the bed, and Kimura Hiroshi naturally followed.

But the place for playing had changed, and so had the atmosphere. The original tickling game started to go wrong. Kimura Hiroshi's hands became increasingly restless, reaching for places they shouldn't have. Before long, their breathing and movements became somewhat strange.

At this moment, Nakamori Akina still retained some rationality and quickly said, "Stop, Kimura-san, I need to take a shower, otherwise I will feel very uncomfortable."

However, Kimura Hiroshi was not the kind of impatient young man. He tried his best to control the restless hormones in his body, got up from the bed, and continued to say to Nakamori Akina with a strange laugh, "Hehe, then you'd better hurry up."

Nakamori Akina quickly got up, grabbed her pajamas, and ran out of the room. She was afraid that Kimura Hiroshi would change his mind, which would be bad.

Hiroya Kimura walked out of his room and into the living room. He suddenly smiled. Could hormones really be that powerful? And the more they accumulated and were suppressed, the greater their power seemed to become. He always did things that seemed childish, completely unlike a composed middle-aged man.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, which made Kimura Hiroshi, who was in the living room, increasingly anxious. The hormones in this young man's body were terrifying; they could cause a person's thoughts to change drastically. He tried hard to suppress them and calm himself down.

Women always take their time showering. It took a full twenty minutes before Nakamori Akina finally came out of the bathroom, her hair still wet and her face flushed. Seeing Kimura Hiroshi's wolf-like eyes, she quickly said, "Dry your hair first, make sure it's dry."

He nodded with great difficulty, rushed to the cabinet containing the hair dryer, took it out, and began drying Nakamori Akina's hair.

The scent of shampoo emanating from his hair made Kimura Hiroshi increasingly restless. He was trying his best to hold back, and finally, after more than ten minutes, he heard Nakamori Akina say in a very soft voice, "That's enough, Kimura-san."

These words shattered his last shred of reason. Kimura Hiroshi carelessly tossed the hairdryer on the ground, picked up Nakamori Akina, and rushed into the room.

At this moment, Akina Nakamori simply nestled in his arms without saying a word, her face flushed red.

After placing Nakamori Akina on the bed, Kimura Hiroshi, with his last shred of sanity, asked, "Akina-san, are you going to get up early tomorrow?"

"I only have TV work this afternoon, and I'll be busy until tonight, ah, ugh..." Before she could finish speaking, Nakamori Akina found her mouth was being gagged.

Chapter 178 Getting up early is not proper

He gently turned over and reached out to hug the side, only to find that he had touched nothing. He struggled to open his eyes and found that the curtains in the apartment had been drawn open. The summer sunlight was particularly dazzling. Kimura Hiroshi blinked hard to adjust to the blinding brightness.

The blanket still bore the marks of their lovemaking the night before, as well as the distinctive scent of Akina Nakamori, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Akina?" Kimura Hiro called softly, then sat up to see if Nakamori Akina had gotten up yet, but as soon as he sat up, he immediately gasped.

"Damn, that was really intense." To prepare for the concert, I had been rehearsing at a high intensity for several days in a row. The day before yesterday, I even unleashed my full power for more than an hour at the concert. I should have had a good rest for two days.

The result was that he hadn't even recovered from yesterday's ordeal when he couldn't help but tease Nakamori Akina for a long time. This kind of thing is definitely more physically demanding for men and requires a lot of back strength. Even if he's young and energetic, he can't withstand such a long period of intense torment. He probably needs to rest for a day or two to fully recover from this sore feeling.

This is because youth gives one such resilience. As one gets older, it may take one or two weeks to fully recover. One must start taking care of oneself from a young age. Kimura Hiroshi immediately decided that Nakamori Akina should not stay overnight for the next two days.

He could tolerate it before because he had never experienced this before, but now that he had, he felt that wonderful sensation. In particular, his girlfriend had a beautiful figure, and when she closed her eyes, she always gave off a delicate and alluring feeling, making him unable to resist the urge to tease her.

Right now, I'm bursting with hormones, and I probably wouldn't be able to stand having someone right next to me, so the best way is to keep my distance.

"Kimura-san, are you calling me?" Just as Kimura Hiroshi was thinking about how to talk to Nakamori Akina, he saw her peek out from the doorway, holding a spatula in her hand. But after only glancing into the room, she immediately pulled her head back in and shouted, "Ah, you're up and not dressed? You're such an exhibitionist."

Huh? Kimura Hiroshi remembers that he didn't turn off the lights last night. The two of them would have seen everything already. Now he's actually shy and even cursing. Really, he's ungrateful.

"Ah, I want to take a shower before getting dressed; I was covered in sweat last night," Kimura Hiroshi replied, sniffing his own body.

These words seem harmless at first glance, but they are actually quite pointed. This young girl, who experienced something like this for the first time last night, couldn't bear to hear such things. She heard footsteps running away from the doorway, along with shouts of "Shameless! Saying such indecent things so soon after getting up! Get up and have breakfast, no, it's almost noon, it should be lunchtime."

Huh? Kimura Hiroshi again expressed his confusion. Isn't it normal to take a shower and get dressed after sweating? How is that shameless? He didn't understand. Aren't men and women supposed to understand each other better after having an intimate relationship? Why did he suddenly find himself unable to understand what his girlfriend was saying this morning?

Rubbing his aching back, Kimura Hiroshi got out of bed and went to the living room. He heard sizzling sounds coming from the kitchen, the sound of oil being fried. It turned out that she had gotten up early to prepare food. He couldn't go to see her since he wasn't dressed, so he went to take a shower first.

When he finished washing up and got dressed, he saw that the dishes on the dining table were already prepared: fried fish fillets, stir-fried cabbage, two fried eggs, and rice. Nakamori Akina, who came out of the kitchen carrying a large bowl of soup, saw Kimura Hiroshi dressed and thankfully didn't say anything strange.

"Hurry up and sit down, Kimura-san. I prepared all of this. Try it and see if you like it." Nakamori Akina put down the soup in her hand and invited Kimura Hiroshi to sit down and eat.

Seeing that Nakamori Akina moved around without any abnormalities, Kimura Hiroshi put aside his earlier worries. Last night, under the influence of hormones, he had acted like a young man and had gone a bit too far, especially considering it was her first time.

Fortunately, Akina Nakamori has practiced ballet since she was a child. Although she often gets sick and catches colds, her physical condition is indeed quite good. She seems to be fine. It would be a real shame if she were to be hindered in her movements today.

"Why are you staring at me? Hurry up and come eat. You didn't have breakfast today, and if you don't eat now, you'll have to eat dinner," Nakamori Akina said with a hint of annoyance.

She stared at him all night and wouldn't let him turn off the lights. It was so embarrassing. She was still staring at him when she woke up this morning, but she wasn't scared anymore. After all, she was wearing clothes now, so she wasn't as shy as before. She had to teach Kimura-san a lesson. It wasn't good to keep thinking about those things, so she had to use some anger.

"Oh, oh, here it is! This is the first time I've ever eaten so much food made by Akina-san. It's truly a blessing." After saying that, Kimura Hiroshi quickly sat down to enjoy the lunch his girlfriend had prepared.

He sat down, picked up a piece of fish fillet, took a bite, and yum, it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, perfectly fried, and tasted very good. The fried egg was the same, still a soft-boiled egg. Finally, he tried the stir-fried cabbage, and hmm, Kimura Hiroshi sensed an extraordinary flavor. It must have had oyster sauce added; it really was a special way of cooking.

Watching Kimura Hiroshi sample the food with great anticipation, Nakamori Akina finally couldn't help but ask after seeing that he had tried them all, "How is it, how is it, Kimura-san, how does it taste?"

"Mmm, delicious, very delicious. Will I be able to enjoy Akina-san's cooking from now on?" Kimura Hiroshi said with a hopeful tone.

"Hmph, no way! Kimura-san's cooking is so delicious, how can I cook all by myself? We should take turns cooking from now on," Nakamori Akina said, arms crossed.

"That's a simple request," Kimura Hiroshi nodded and said, "No problem. We can take turns from now on. Let's eat. Aren't we going to the TV station for a program this afternoon? By the way, are you coming over again tonight after the program?"

Just as Nakamori Akina was about to pick up her chopsticks to eat, she quickly shook her head, her face burning, and said, "No, I'm going back to my apartment today. I also have to record promotional videos for my new single in the next few days. I won't be in Tokyo, and I won't be coming over."

What happened last night still left Akina Nakamori feeling shaken. Although Kimura-san was very gentle, he still kept her up until midnight, which was really unbearable. So she needs to get some rest for the next few days, otherwise she'll easily look haggard.

Without even needing to find a reason, Kimura Hiroshi was secretly delighted. It was fantastic! He had been worried that the close contact they had just had might make Nakamori Akina want to stick to him, but he hadn't expected her to be so busy. Perfect, he could finally get some rest.