It's a romantic comedy for everyone, so why am I the only one single?

"Okay, I understand. Goodnight, Onii-chan."

"Good night~"

Perhaps wanting to make amends, as he saw Hoshino Ai to the door, she suddenly turned around, hugged his neck, and kissed him on the lips.

That's why Motoko and Hisako Iura didn't see it; otherwise, Iura Shu felt that even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he would never be able to clear his name.

"Well, Izumi Masamune was able to marry Sagiri in the end, so it's not a big deal that Ai just kissed me, right?"

The strawberry-sweet taste made Iura Hide lick his lips, and such a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

"By the way, who exactly is Eromanga-sensei in this world? Could he be some burly man picking his toes?"

In a small rental apartment of about 30 square meters located in Shibuya Ward near Nakano Ward, a burly man with a good figure, long silver-gray hair and sky-blue eyes, wearing only pink panties and a tank top, was sitting in front of the computer, drawing pornographic pictures with a silly grin on his face. Suddenly, he sneezed for no reason.

"Huh? Did you forget to close the window?"

The burly man rubbed his small, fair nose, turned to look at the window, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

"I didn't forget to turn it off. Could it be that you've been doing it too often lately and your body is a bit weak?"

"Hmm, I guess I need to be careful. I haven't even found a boyfriend yet, and my body is already this weak.

"But Shizuku is so cute!"

"Waaaaah, I really want to hold Shizuku-chan in my arms and cherish her!"

Soon, in the small apartment, the strange sounds that made Old S smile and the innocent young men and women blush and their hearts race could be faintly heard again.

Meanwhile, Hoshino Ai, being a greedy girl, still planned to give it a try, even though she had already received compensation from Iura Shu in advance.

However, this time Iura Hide really didn't give her a chance. He said good morning to Tokyo at four in the morning before turning off his phone and going to sleep.

Hoshino Ai would open the door to check every half hour, and each time she could see through the crack in the door that the light was still on in Iura Hide's room. Even after she drifted off to sleep, she still couldn't find an opportunity to check.

There was really nothing Iura Hide could do about it.

If it were just a couple of days ago, sleeping with Hoshino Ai wouldn't have been a problem. But since this weekend, the restlessness in his body has been building up, and his Dao heart is becoming increasingly unstable. He really doesn't dare to sleep with Hoshino Ai anymore.

What if something really happens?

However, although he managed to avoid Ai Hoshino, there was still an even more difficult Mashiro waiting for him.

At this time, Mashiro's looks were no less stunning than Hoshino Ai's, and her figure was far superior to Hoshino Ai's before she had fully matured.

Furthermore, Mashiro is even more open-minded than Hoshino Ai, and her age also meets the requirements. Her impact on his moral compass is no less than that of Hoshino Ai.

"No problem, you can do it!"

While brushing his teeth and washing his face, Iura Hide encouraged himself. As for how effective it would be, he himself had no idea.

Because he slept for three hours in between, he didn't cook for himself this morning.

Breakfast was made by Motoko and Hoshino Ai with the help of their mother. It was a combination of Japanese and Western styles: Japanese-style pan-fried salmon with some delicate pickles, plus Western-style toast, fried eggs, fruit and milk.

From a purely nutritional standpoint, it's absolutely top-notch.

As for the taste, it's okay to eat occasionally, but it would be too bland to eat every day. It's nowhere near as flavorful as a Chinese breakfast.

"I'm going out~"

A dozen minutes later, Iura Hide arrived at Mashiro's apartment with two sandwiches and a carton of milk he had bought from a convenience store. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a messy living room that looked like it had been robbed or hadn't been cleaned for months.

And there was Chihiro Sengoku, with one long, snow-white leg half-draped over the sofa armrest, wearing nothing but a set of black underwear, sleeping soundly on the sofa like a dead pig.

No, it's not that he's sleeping like a log.

Upon hearing the door open, Chihiro Chigoro actually opened her eyes from her deep sleep. She first picked up the can of beer that was not yet finished on the coffee table and gulped it down to moisten her throat. Then she started complaining to Hide Iura.

"You brat, you're such a clueless guy! You said I had time to take care of Mashiro on the weekends, but you never came even once? How are you going to win Mashiro's heart like this?"

Iura Hide rolled his eyes, speechless.

With this living room that's as messy as a landfill, how can Chihiro Sengoku have the nerve to say she can take care of Mashiro?

This guy is already doing well enough to take care of himself!

And when did he ever say he was going to pursue Mashiro? You can't just say things like that! He already has a girlfriend!

only.

He glanced at the open door to Mashiro's room, and at the clothes scattered messily all over the floor and bed. He subconsciously swallowed, feeling a little nervous.

Judging from this, it's quite obvious that Mashiro isn't wearing any clothes.

"This is breakfast."

Iura Hide first placed the sandwich and milk on the only place on the table where he could put things, then took a deep breath and walked towards Mashiro's room.

As expected, Mashiro was once again wrapped in a blanket and huddled under the desk.

The computer monitors were still on, displaying a delicate illustration with only the background drawn on the screen. Some hand-drawn line drawings were scattered haphazardly on the table.

Clearly, Mashiro's sleep schedule was thrown into chaos again over the weekend as she immersed herself in painting.

"Get up, you're so white."

Looking at that sleeping face, so innocent and lovely like an angel, Iura Hide felt a pang of emotion and couldn't help but reach out and pinch it.

The next second, a pair of clear, ruby-like eyes slowly opened, and in a daze, upon seeing him, a look of joy appeared on her face.

"Oka ei ri!"

His voice, which was normally cold and devoid of any emotion, took on a slightly soft and cute quality because he had just woken up, making Iura Hide laugh.

"Yes, but at times like this, you should say good morning."

Before she finished speaking, the blanket binding Zhenbai had already been loosened by herself.

Immediately afterwards, as if an angel had just descended to earth, her snow-white, soft, and flawless body threw herself into his arms.

At that moment, even though Iura Hide was prepared, his heart still skipped a beat.

Chapter 105 Attack of Mashiro

Who am I? Where am I? And where should I put my hands?

In fact, the moment this thought popped into his head, his hands were already on her fair, white shoulders and her pert buttocks, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

"Hey, hey, that guy Chihiro Sengoku is right outside!" Hideaki Iura quickly reminded himself.

Based on his understanding of Chihiro Sengoku, he knew that at this time she was either focused on eating or had already lay down again and wouldn't come over at all.

However, he still used this excuse to temporarily suppress his body's instincts and stabilize his wavering Dao heart a little.

But the impact of Mashiro is not limited to this wave!

"Alright, get up and get dressed."

"Okay, Xiu will help me choose."

Mashiro nuzzled his cheek and chin with her little head again before speaking.

However, this slight bump almost caused an accident.

Although Mashiro's little rabbit wasn't as big as Kitagawa Kaimu's or Kasumigaoka Utaha's, and although he was still wearing clothes, the soft and elastic touch as it rubbed against him still dealt a powerful blow to his fragile Dao heart.

It shattered most of his Dao heart, and his blood seemed to boil, causing his breathing to become increasingly rapid.

"Calm down! Calm down!"

Iura Shu desperately suppressed the urge to devour Mashiro whole, quickly picked her up and sat her on the bed. Then, as fast as he could, he picked out two clean, odorless pieces of underwear and panties from the messy pile on the bed and handed them to Mashiro.

"Just this one."

"Um"

Mashiro first glanced at the underwear and panties, seemingly considering whether the color combination looked good. After finding it barely acceptable, she obediently nodded, took the panties, and put them on.

Iura Hide originally wanted to take the opportunity to calm down.

Unfortunately, when Mashiro wore panties, the sight of her absolute territory being presented to him without reservation was like a black hole, firmly drawing his gaze and making it impossible for him to turn his head away.

Perhaps it was the demon in his subconscious whispering, "If you can't do it yourself, at least you can look at it."

Of course, he'll get the hang of it soon.

After all, Mashiro can't put on her own underwear and school uniform shirt yet.

"Gudu!"

Iura Hide's throat went dry, and he tried very hard to control the wicked thoughts in his heart, refraining from reaching out to play with the two cute little rabbits.

But his body didn't really obey him. At first, it was quite well-behaved, but after being accidentally touched a few times, his hands became more and more disobedient.

Until Mashiro couldn't help but let out a suggestive sound, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

He suddenly snapped out of his daze, looked at the two little rabbits he was playing with in his hands, and then at the look of doubt in Mashiro's clean and pure eyes. He quickly withdrew his hands as if he had been electrocuted, his heart almost bursting.

"Luckily, Mashiro doesn't understand—"

"and many more!"

"Does this clueless, naive person even understand that kind of thing?"

"Although Mashiro is a clueless airhead, her intelligence doesn't seem to be a problem."

"But she only focuses on drawing and comics!"

"Ruined!"

Iura Hide glanced quickly at Mashiro, then somewhat guiltily avoided eye contact, and hurriedly continued to help Mashiro put on her clothes.

He could justify his previous interactions by saying that they were all accidents that occurred during normal contact.

But this time...

Iura Hide quickly cleared his mind, trying to forget the embarrassing and shameful scene that had just occurred.

But then, Mashiro suddenly spoke up and said, "I don't dislike what Xiu did just now."

The cool, understated voice, as if recounting a trivial matter, struck Iura Shuu like a thunderbolt, leaving him frozen in place.

"What does Mashiro mean by that?"

"Does she know what it means when she says those things?"