Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend

Chapter 88 The Moon's Resolve

He took off all his clothes until he was only left with the last bit of clothing covering him.

Miyazawa Itsuki submerged his body in the bathtub filled with hot water.

His right hand, wrapped in bandages, rested on the edge of the bathtub.

The water in the bathtub was a pale blue color due to the bath salts.

Colored water can blur vision, thus serving the purpose of concealing the body.

This eased Miyazawa Itsuki's inner embarrassment somewhat.

If you're too open and honest with each other, you'll inevitably feel restrained.

Especially when there's a beautiful girl in a JK uniform next to you.

The atmosphere was too enchanting, even somewhat erotic.

Her Highness's suggestion was quite stressful.

However, in practice, it was found that there was actually no excessive sense of distance.

She only handed him toiletries when he needed them.

He simply helped wipe the body with a bath sponge in areas his left hand couldn't reach.

For example, the left arm itself.

Apart from that, Tsukimi Sakura's gaze would linger on other places.

That way, I won't have to watch him shower all the time.

Miyazawa Itsuki breathed a sigh of relief.

With the sound of splashing water, he began to clean his body.

Because I just took a quick shower during the day, there wasn't anything that really needed to be cleaned.

Simply wiping away the sweat and dust is enough to end this stressful bath.

The only sounds in the cramped bathroom were the sound of water and the white noise of the water heater.

"Miyazawa-kun".

Tsukimi Sakura suddenly spoke, her voice soft and hesitant.

"May I ask, what exactly is the relationship between Miyazawa-kun and Asahi-kun?"

Are you... a couple?

Her gentle voice carried a hint of unease.

Miyazawa Itsuki didn't even turn his head.

"That's definitely not it."

Tsukimi Sakura's pupils froze.

She had never found any negative answer so pleasant to hear.

But to avoid a sudden spike in her heart rate, she continued to ask.

"Is that someone you're close to?"

Miyazawa Itsuki stopped what he was doing and thought seriously.

People you have a good relationship with?

I recall the carefully selected gifts and the girl's bright smile.

As the first friend I made in my class.

We also have a lot of communication on a regular basis.

Moreover, they patronized him twice.

I earned a lot of points and money from Naomi.

The answer thus obtained is ————

"Yes, he's someone I have a very good relationship with, or rather, someone I'm closest to in the class."

"7

It will take time to cultivate the goodwill between Nakamura and Tanaka.

Currently, the crown for best friend still belongs to Naomi Asahina.

Hear his answer.

Sakura Tsukimi's uneasy fidgeting with her fingers froze.

Is that so?

Although I had expected this answer.

But I'm still a little sad. No—not just a little.

The bitterness in my heart was about to overflow, as if lemon juice was flowing through my veins.

A shadow fell over Her Highness’s pupils.

So it turns out Miyazawa-kun isn't just close to me.

It turns out that there are other people I can rely on besides myself.

She's the kind of person who would buy a ton of things to visit Miyazawa-kun when he's sick.

This is clearly a good thing; we should be happy for Miyazawa-kun.

But for some reason, I just can't accept it.

Even if people accuse me of being stingy, there's nothing I can do about it.

I am not like those glamorous girls, born princesses.

Beautiful and expensive clothes, endless desserts, a warm and happy family, and countless acts of love.

These are all things I cannot have.

I own very little.

My mother, my friend, and Miyazawa-kun.

So, even though I rejected so many people and returned other people's princes to them.

Why can't you have mercy on me just once and give my prince to me alone?

I will cherish it and dedicate my whole life to it.

Staring blankly at the mirrored surface of the tile, I vaguely saw the girl named Naomi Asahina.

She wore a pure white wedding dress, held Miyazawa Itsuki's arm, and had a happy smile on her face.

The two entered the hall amidst the blessings of the crowd, while the girl with light chestnut hair stood pale and lifeless below the stage.

"No—absolutely not—"

Tsukimi Sakura's pupils became incredibly sharp.

"I cannot accept this kind of ending."

Since they're not a couple, many things are much easier to handle.

It doesn't matter if you and Miyazawa are closer than I am, and it doesn't matter if he prioritizes seeing you over me.

Love is a war without gunfire.

There is no distinction between noble and despicable means.

There is no first come, first served here; the one who is not loved is the loser.

Even if it means resorting to some underhanded methods.

Even if it's just taking advantage of Miyazawa-kun's gentleness.

As long as I'm the one standing by his side in the end —

"—Tsukimi-kun."

"Huh? What is it, Miyazawa-kun?"

Tsukimi Sakura quickly turned her head, revealing her usual gentle expression.

"Could you wipe my left hand for me?"

Miyazawa Itsuki awkwardly sought help.

Because the right hand cannot get wet, there are some places that are always out of reach.

"Of course, no problem, leave it to me."

Tsukimi Sakuna came to the bathtub and took the bath sponge.

The girl's sweet scent filled Miyazawa Itsuki's nostrils.

A tingling sensation came from her left arm, and Her Highness moved slowly and carefully.

"Will it hurt?"

"Actually, you could have used more force—"

"Yes—I was too gentle, I'm sorry."

"It's not Tsukimi-kun's fault — well, actually both kinds of force are acceptable."

They were having a nonsensical conversation.

The body's five senses transmit complex messages.

This made him realize that he was being served by a young girl in the prime of her life.

She was also a stunningly beautiful young woman, one of the most beautiful women in the world.

To be so lucky.

Even if you didn't save the Milky Way in your past life, you must have saved the solar system in your life before that.

After the bath, with the help of Tsukimi Sakura, Miyazawa Itsuki changed into dry clothes.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he felt as if a tremendous burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Despite years of social experience having hardened his skin, accepting a bath service from a beautiful girl his own age was still a bit too much. Especially since the other party was a super beautiful girl like Tsukimi Sakuna.

Thankfully, it wasn't a full bathing service.

Just as the literal meaning suggests, it is simply a substitute for one's inconvenient right hand.

If it really is the kind of service they're talking about, my rationality will definitely crumble first.

After Miyazawa Itsuki walked out of the bathroom, Tsukimi Sakuna announced her departure.

"I need to go back now. See you later, Miyazawa-kun."

Miyazawa Itsuki hesitated slightly.

"Okay—but what does 'see you later' mean?"

"It means exactly what it says."

Tsukimi Sakura casually uttered some terrifying words.

"After I go back and take a shower, I'll come back here and spend the night in the same room as Miyazawa-kun."

"After all, I said I wouldn't go anywhere until Miyazawa-kun is fully recovered."

>