Love is not as fun as World of Warcraft

As Asano Chiya said this, she began to tidy up her small room manually. Although she asked Shirasaka for help, she wouldn't just stand there and watch.

Seeing her answer like this, Shirasaka naturally didn't continue to ask. In fact, it didn't matter whether she was really a runaway daughter from a big family who had never done housework, or whether she was really just a country girl who knew nothing from a small mountain village as she said.

This has little to do with him. At least the pile of garbage in front of him is the real problem that Shirasaka needs to face.

As for privacy, Shirasaka lost the desire to complain the moment she saw the panties with black lace pattern right under her butt.

Why was she still so cautious about discussing her personal privacy? Did she really understand the meaning of this word?

"Well, just sort out the clothes you don't want anymore, and leave the rest to me..."

Shirasaka glanced at the small room, which was almost the same size as his own. He saw bags and debris everywhere. This almost forced him, a person without mysophobia or obsessive-compulsive disorder, to think of something strange.

It feels a bit inappropriate to describe this house as a room. Calling it a cowshed or pigpen is a bit of an exaggeration.

In the entire room, probably only the computer next to the window has a place to stay, and then there is probably only the sewing machine placed next to the bed.

What Asano Chiya said before was really true. The old classic sewing machine was exactly the same as the tool in Shirasaka's memory, and the fabrics of various colors and materials placed around it also confirmed her previous words.

This guy is really a master of handicrafts.

There are no less than four or five anime costumes that Shirasaka can recognize at a glance placed on her small bed. Each one can be said to be of quality that can only be produced through careful design and tailoring, and is definitely not the low-quality product that costs 9.9 yuan and has free shipping on Taobao.

With a long sigh, Shirasaka, wanting to be helpful, took out a mask from his pocket, put it on, and began to help Asano Chiya clean up her room.

Shirasaka could only use this reason to comfort himself, thinking of it as a preventive measure to prevent the smell from stinking up the house and then seeping into his own home downstairs.

"I said, you have to treat me to a nice meal afterward. Even if you hire a cleaning lady, they won't even look at it unless it costs tens of thousands of yen, you know?"

After spending nearly an hour to tidy up the living room of Asano Chiya's house, and finally creating some space for people to move around normally, Shirasaka wiped the sweat from his head and glanced at the girl who was becoming more and more silent, probably because she also felt that her house was a bit too messy.

Fortunately, this guy seems to seldom use the kitchen or eat takeout. Although there is a lot of garbage, most of it is bags or various express boxes. Since there is not much kitchen waste, it will not rot or stink.

Is this also one of the reasons why her garbage is piled up like a mountain, but I live under her house and have no idea about it?

But even so, Shirasaka still found more than one G under the sofa in her house. It is hard to imagine how a girl like Chiya Asano, who looks so soft and cute, can live with so many things.

"How about the bento at the nearby convenience store? I really like the salty rice balls in them, but we have to eat them right there, and I don't want my clothes to get stained with that smell..."

Asano Chiya pointed her two index fingers at something, and then weakly offered a suggestion that would be best for her to accept.

"...You can get a 50% discount if you go now, right? Is this your sincerity?"

Shirasaka twitched the corners of his mouth. The girl in front of him was even more stingy than himself. At least he would consider the nearby ramen shop when treating her. How could this girl have the nerve to treat him to a discounted bento from a convenience store?

"Isn't this money all used to buy this month's grain? No one has asked me to place an order for new cosplay clothes. Even if I wanted to treat you to something else, I don't have the conditions to do so."

Reaching out to turn over the pockets of her skirt, Chiya Asano put on a helpless expression.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to, but she really doesn’t have the conditions.

"No money? Then pay with your body!"

Chapter 16: Is this my room?

“Meat, flesh as compensation?”

No matter how inexperienced Asano Chiya was, she knew the meaning of these two words. Her beautiful eyes widened in an instant, and there was a hint of disbelief in the look she gave Shirasaka.

She just wanted Shirasaka to help her clean the room. It was a lot of work, but it didn't mean she had to sacrifice her body for it, right?

The person involved, Shirasaka, narrowed his eyes and looked at her with a hint of smile as he moved his gaze over her body, which was wearing pajamas that seemed a little tight because of her busy schedule, giving her goosebumps.

"That's right, it's time for you to exercise your body and pay a price, hehehe~"

After laughing like a villain, Shirasaka approached Asano Chiya, who had already hugged her arms, with a sinister look. One thing that had to be admitted was that the curve of his body perfectly interpreted the definition of an obscene body in the book.

"...Don't do this, I'm scared."

Asano Chiya subconsciously shrank back. Although her intuition and instinct told her that the boy in front of her was not actually a threat to her, she could not stand the way he looked at her.

"It's okay to be afraid. Why don't you hurry up and move all this garbage down there yourself? Besides being used to seduce men, your body can be used for other purposes, right?"

At the moment when he was about to touch Asano Chiya's body, Shirasaka suddenly put away the smirk on his face, raised his foot and lightly kicked the calf of the girl who was about to squat with her head in her hands, then he angrily pouted at the mountain of garbage in the room.

Was this girl still expecting me to help her move the garbage down after I sorted it? She even had the time to chat with me. Did she really think I was her free babysitter?

"Ah? Me? Alone?"

After being hit on the calf, Chiye Asano looked pitifully at the small mountain of garbage that was almost reaching the ceiling of the house. His rosy little mouth pursed and his little face was squeezed into a shape like a bitter gourd.

The garbage in this room was fine, but there was still a corridor full of garbage at the door. How long would it take her to move it all there with her tiny arms and legs? Thinking that she should be happily reading her notebook and pedaling the sewing machine right now, she began to doubt whether inviting Shirasaka to help was a reasonable choice.

Since the garbage won't affect you anyway, why not just leave it there? Isn't that good?

"Hehe, I'll help you, so don't worry."

Shirasaka pulled up the corner of his mouth as he looked at the pitiful girl in front of him who was unable to comment, and put on an extremely hypocritical smile.

However, Chiya Asano, who had no idea of the good and evil in human nature, thought that Shirasaka was showing sympathy, and immediately wanted to lean towards Shirasaka with a coquettish expression.

But then, the sudden crisp sound of something in Shirasaka's hand hitting the air made Asano Chiya freeze in place.

Shirasaka was seen holding a thin leather belt that he had taken out of some garbage bag, which must have been used for some cosplay. He was twitching it in front of him again and again. If some idiots saw his look and movements, they would probably be so scared that they would go pick two acres of cotton on the spot.

At this moment, Asano Chiye's eyes were wide open, and his little head shrank into his neck following Shirasaka's movements, like a timid little mouse seeing a cat.

"I will supervise your work closely. This is also for your health. Being a stay-at-home girl all the time will definitely make you lack in exercise. Exercising more will also be beneficial to your physical growth, right..."

He kept whipping the air in front of him with the small leather belt in his hand. Shirasaka couldn't help but sigh that it was a good thing that this guy was a tailor, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to find such a handy weapon.

"You look so delicate, you don't want to be beaten all over, right? So, do I need to tell you what to do?"

"But this is my room, and you're using my belt..."

"Ok?"

With just a glance from Shirasaka, Asano Chiya's voice became completely muted, and she quickly began to move the small mountain in the living room.

A good woman will not suffer a loss in front of her. Shirasaka still has a weapon in her hand, so it is better to avoid her attack this time.

I should have known better than to ask this guy for help. Isn't this asking for trouble? He was right. It is indeed necessary to be on guard against strangers, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

After giving Chiya Asano a good lesson, Shirasaka fiddled with the small leather belt in his hand and supervised her cleaning the entire living room. Then he raised his eyebrows and put on a victorious smile on his face.

How could it be so easy to take advantage of yourself?

The tactic of getting something for nothing won't work on me. I must teach her a good lesson.

"I can't move it anymore. Let's leave the throwing until tomorrow. Let me rest for a while."

After finally throwing the last bag of garbage to the door, Asano Chiya seemed to be exhausted. She almost crawled to Shirasaka's side and leaned against the small sofa under him, breathing heavily.

This was almost more than her weekly exercise. Even if Shirasaka really whipped her with a belt, she would rather die on the sofa than move even a little bit.

No one told her that tidying up the room is actually a physical job.

"Finish today's work today. There's no point leaving it for tomorrow. If you could really do that, there wouldn't be so many things left at the door."

Shirasaka moved closer to the girl, who had completely lost all her strength and was lying on the sofa like a lump of soft flesh, and poked the soft flesh on her back with some disgust.

It has to be said that this girl's figure is really outrageous. Even though she was lying down, her body still showed an S-shaped curve, so much so that he almost couldn't help but want to hit her bulging peach with a belt.

This was the charm she exuded unconsciously. Shirasaka didn't dare to imagine that if this girl really wanted to seduce someone, who could resist?

But one thing is for sure, Shirasaka is sure that if he doesn't supervise her to finish her work today, this lazy dog will definitely continue to procrastinate the next day. He still has to go to school, so he doesn't have time to supervise her every day.

If the garbage at the door piles up more and more, it will affect your home sooner or later. It is better to get rid of the habit of throwing garbage from the source once and for all.

"But I can't move."

Like a salted fish turned over, Asano Chiya acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. She couldn't move and she really didn't believe that Shirasaka would really dare to hit her.

"Then wait until you can move again."

After Shirasaka finished speaking, he found an empty space next to her and sat down. He didn't have anything to do in the evening anyway, so he had plenty of time to waste with the girl in front of him.

"If I could have a midnight snack right now... I might have the energy to get up and work..."

As if talking to himself, or as if deliberately speaking to Shirasaka, Asano Chiya muttered while lying on the sofa, and his stomach cooperated very well, making an inopportune rumbling sound.

"...I haven't even started the meal you promised me, and you're already thinking about blackmailing me, right?"

Chapter 17: Matching the Right Weapons

In the end, Shirasaka took into consideration the fact that Chiya Asano was his neighbor and agreed to take her downstairs to take out the trash and then treat her to a meal.

It's definitely not because of her identity as a beautiful girl, nor is it because she is pleasing to the eye just by lying there. It's simply that Shirasaka rarely gets along so easily with a friend she gets along with like she does now.

I'm not the type of person who keeps strangers away, so why is it that I can't make many close friends?

Shirasaka remained silent, completely unaware that while he was thinking, his face, which already had a certain coldness to it, began to show the same murderous aura that he had when he was killing fish in the market.

In the end, Shirasaka attributed the answer to this problem to the fact that his mental age was always different from that of his peers. In addition, the environment in which he started was difficult since he was young, so it was not easy to find a friend with the same hobbies as him.

Who would have thought that he, such a cold-faced fish-killer, is actually a otaku behind the scenes?

"Can you help me too? Can you bear to watch a beautiful girl like me carry so many things by myself? If I delay any longer, the convenience store's discounted bento will be closed. I don't want to go through the night hungry after exercising."

Asano Chiya, with black garbage bags hanging all over his body and only his little head sticking out, walked down the stairs cautiously. He called out to the young man who was still in deep thought in front of him, with an aggrieved expression on his palm-sized face.

You can see that she is very anxious, but the garbage on her body prevents her from being so anxious.

"I can turn my head away."

Shirasaka glanced back at the girl, then decisively turned his gaze away, as if he hadn't seen her and could just pretend she didn't exist.

Are you kidding me? He's already treating her to a meal, and he's planning to make her do hard labor? If you don't know, you'd think Shirasaka asked her to help.

“…What a cruel man.”

Pursing her lips, all Asano Chiye could do was to complain silently, but since she had already come out, in order not to waste her energy, she naturally did not dare to offend the guest in front of her.

After all, the choice of midnight snack is still his. If he changes his mind, won’t I be at a huge disadvantage?

"This ruthless man was originally planning to treat someone to ramen if the convenience store closed, but now it seems that instant noodles might be more suitable for his identity as a ruthless man, don't you think?"

Shirasaka chuckled softly, and while guiding the girl behind him to ensure that she would not fall because she could not see the road clearly, he whispered to himself in a voice that both of them could hear clearly.

"What I mean is, there aren't many good people like you, Shirasaka-kun, who are so eager to help their neighbors. You're truly the epitome of a good man in my opinion."

In front of the ramen, Asano Chiya hesitated for less than half a second before she abandoned her dignity, which was not very present to begin with, and put on a flattering smile on her face.

"Then hurry up and clear that little mountain in front of your door, so we can go enjoy a bowl of hot tonkotsu ramen."

Shirasaka glared at Asano Chiye. He still didn't understand. The girl in front of him didn't look like she came from a poor family. How did she end up in such a state where she could barely eat her fill?

The key is that she still has the energy to operate the sewing machine at home. Shirasaka can see that the fabrics she uses to make cosplay costumes are not cheap at all.

The answer to this question will probably have to be given by Asano Chiya herself. All Shirasaka can do now is to prevent her from fainting from hunger in the room.

After directing Chiya Asano to sort the first wave of garbage and stuff it into the community's trash cans, Shirasaka raised an eyebrow in the direction of her room, indicating that she could start the second wave of moving work.

"You won't even go up there with me?"

The girl, who was holding onto the trash can and breathing heavily, with a layer of heat rising from her body due to the exercise, looked at Shirasaka with resentment. In a way, Shirasaka really treated their relationship equally.

She was not treated as a beautiful girl at all, and she did not enjoy any of the so-called beautiful girl privileges.

"It's just two steps away, why do you need me to accompany you? I have my own things to do, okay?"

Shirasaka waved his hand, pretending to be busy too.

"What could you possibly be doing here? In a place like this? Protecting the trash cans from being stolen by outsiders?"

Asano Chiye glared at Shirasaka in annoyance. If he was going to find an excuse, he had to find a more reliable one. With such a small place, it was hard for her to imagine what else Shirasaka could be busy with.

"Yes, I need to find some handy weapons so that I can surprise the cultists when I fight them to the death later."

Shirasaka pinched his chin and answered Asano Chiya's question very seriously.

Unfortunately, what he got in return was an even more charming look of disdain from the girl.

This is even worse than the reason I just thought of for him. He is fighting to the death with the cultists. Even if it is true, what can be used as a weapon here?

No longer wanting to talk to this hateful boy, Asano Chiye climbed upstairs angrily. If he hadn't promised to treat her to dinner later, she would have gone back to continue sewing on the sewing machine.

After I clear out all the food, I'll order a few bowls of ramen and empty his wallet to teach him a bloody lesson!

Shirasaka, completely unaware that Chiya Asano had already figured out how to take revenge on his wallet, watched the girl walk up the stairs. He then turned around and began to patrol the grass in the park nearby.

What he told Chiya Asano was all true. Who said that there couldn't be any useful tools next to the trash cans in the park?

In a short while, Shirasaka found the person he admired in a patch of grass.