My roommate turns out to be the heiress of a triad!

Why do I feel like something is blocking my chest?

Why does his image appear in my mind when I close my eyes?

Why would you want to get his attention?

Why do I feel unhappy?

Lying face down on the bed, burying her face in the pillow, the girl questioned her own heart. Her long, smooth, golden hair cascaded naturally down her back.

I clearly have so many good friends.

She already has enough makeup to please herself.

She clearly has a handsome and considerate boyfriend.

But why do I still feel unhappy?

Thump, thump. Like a carp out of water, the girl, dressed in her pajamas, slapped her legs on the bed to vent her anger, her long hair, which had been neatly spread across her back, was now completely disheveled.

However, slapping her once did not serve to vent her anger at all.

It was as if she was practicing freestyle, her legs slapping against the mattress like a wound-up toy, making muffled thumping sounds.

"Damn it!"

After venting her anger, the girl's room fell silent again.

If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have gone to karaoke with Tetsuya and Keiko. At least I wouldn't be overthinking things alone like this now.

Yukiko Higuchi gently picked up her phone from beside her pillow, but did not wake the screen.

With the help of the bright light emanating from the warm LED ring light tube in the girl's room, her face after removing makeup is reflected on the black screen of the phone.

Her skin is delicate, her face smooth and elastic, and her facial features are perfectly proportioned and exquisite. Overall, she gives off a gentle and charming feeling.

She usually wears light makeup only to accentuate her eye makeup.

She disliked her almond-shaped eyes, believing that this eye shape was too delicate.

Blinking your eyes when facing others can give them a weak, timid impression, making them feel that this eye shape doesn't suit their personality.

So she always wears eyeliner and light eyeshadow when she goes out to change her eyes and make her overall appearance more in line with her carefree and sexy image.

Thanks to the changes in her image, her luck with the opposite sex has also improved.

When I successfully transitioned from junior high to senior high this spring, I accepted the confession of one of my many suitors, a senior from the same school who was in his second year of senior high.

Tetsuya Watanabe is an athletic and handsome guy. He's very popular, has high emotional intelligence, and is very attentive to his own affairs.

Completely different from that person.

She has rejected many people's advances to her face and then acted as if nothing had happened. Unless the other person is really unattractive, it basically doesn't affect her mood at all.

But why is that person's image constantly on my mind right now?

He had rejected people who were clearly more within his guarded range than him.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Putting down her phone, Yukiko Higuchi propped herself up on her elbows, hugged her pillow with both hands, and idly played with the panda plush toy hanging on the bedside table with her slender fingers, her thoughts wandering elsewhere.

The pressure caused those proud, beautiful breasts to peek out from both sides of the pillow, revealing their undeniably rounded curves.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Her phone kept vibrating, indicating that someone was sending her messages, but she didn't pay attention.

That said, why did I accept Watanabe-senpai's confession?

Compared to his other suitors, his face wasn't particularly handsome.

Although she is very attentive to her own affairs, I always feel that she is a bit too clingy.

Moreover, when we're alone together, I always feel like the way he looks at me is really lewd—most guys look at me like that, let's not even count that as a flaw.

What disgusted Higuchi Yukiko the most was that her senior boyfriend would always say flirtatious things to her, and his affection for her seemed like a calculated indulgence.

The relationship between the two was nothing like what they had imagined—the kind of boyfriend-girlfriend relationship where they would often bicker sweetly over trivial things, and their feelings would deepen through getting to know each other.

"Sister, come downstairs for dinner!"

After some time, I heard my younger brother's childish voice coming from downstairs. It was dinnertime at the Higuchi family's house.

"Okay. I'll be right down!"

Pulled back to her senses, Yukiko Higuchi answered loudly, which to some extent activated her dormant brain.

Just as I was about to get up and go downstairs, my phone rang with a call request from someone whose contact name was Keiko.

Didn't she go to karaoke with Tetsuya and the others? Why would she call me at this time?

Yukiko Higuchi was somewhat surprised by the phone call.

Without giving it much thought, I calmed my agitated emotions and picked up my phone to answer the call.

"Keiko, is the karaoke session over?"

"Yuki, did you see the photo I posted in the group chat?"

"What?"

"Haven't you seen it yet? Hurry up and look!"

Higuchi Yukiko could clearly hear the urgency in the other person's tone, as if she had missed something of paramount importance in that short time.

"Okay. Just a moment."

She didn't hang up the phone. After minimizing the call interface, she saw several new unread messages in the small group chat between the girls.

After clicking through, I found that it was a series of photos.

"Oh, I see, it's a few photos, right?"

"Yes, hurry up and go in to take a look."

OK.

Yukiko Higuchi was also curious about what kind of photos Keiko would send her at this time.

Judging from the colors of the buffering pixel modules, these photos were probably taken inside a shopping mall. The two clusters of pixels in the center of the photos look like two people.

The two people seemed to be pushing and pulling each other, it was unclear what they were doing.

"Did you take pictures of other people fighting? They look quite interesting."

Just then, Yukiko Higuchi, who was bored, was intrigued by these photos. She got out of bed, put on her slippers, and went downstairs, looking forward to the brutal and realistic fight scene that would unfold once the photos finished loading.

Unfortunately, there was a network outage, and the phone call was very slow with static, and the photos were buffering extremely slowly.

let me see.

At this distance, in this state.

The first photo shows one person bending down and hugging another person's waist, trying to give them a hard back throw, while the person being hugged is grabbing the other person's hair to restrain them.

The colors of the pixels in the following photos are not exactly the same as the previous photos, so it seems that they are taken in a burst of different moves.

A well-buffered photo would be quite interesting.

Higuchi Yukiko waited with amusement for the photos to finally buffer on the broken Wi-Fi network.

However, upon seeing the buffered photo, she froze on the second-floor corridor like a robot that had lost power, her pupils reflecting the intimate photo of the two people in front of a women's lingerie store in the shopping mall.

"Huh? Why?"

"Yo-ho, yo-ho? Can you hear me? Oh, the internet's working again."

Yuki and Watanabe-senpai have already gone back. Now it's just Riko and me following them.

Sugawara-kun is really too much! He confessed to you yesterday, and today he's already a couple with Kujo Mayu.

And that Kujo guy, he actually came to the classroom at noon and declared his ownership in front of everyone. What kind of person is he?

"Yeah yeah."

Keiko's complaints and Riko's agreement came from the other end of the phone, but at that moment, Higuchi Yukiko felt her mind go blank and didn't hear a word they said.

She read from the first photo Riko posted in the group chat to the last one.

The two of them left the lingerie store together, carrying large and small bags, chatting and laughing as they took the sightseeing elevator downstairs and entered the Uniqlo store. When they came out, they had two or three more Uniqlo paper bags in their hands.

It looked exactly like a student couple shopping at a mall.

Is the progress really that fast? They're already going in and out of lingerie stores together.

A sudden surge of indescribable bitterness welled up in Yukiko Higuchi's heart, leaving her speechless for a moment.

He's clearly a guy who's as wooden as a log.

He confessed his feelings to me just yesterday.

She clearly wanted to give him another chance.

なのに. . .