Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

When you don't see Asada shoes in the entryway, you should give up that last glimmer of hope...

He would rather Asada had sneaked into his bed again and taken over his bedroom! That would be a hundred times better than this chilling situation of no news from her!

Just as Ito was about to make a phone call to Asada, he heard a slight noise and playful conversation coming from the next room.

At that moment, Ito's dead heart came back to life!

He moved quietly, like a thief, to the door of Hayakawa's room.

The door was ajar, letting in a sliver of light from the bedroom inside. He took a deep breath and suddenly pushed the door open.

"Asada! What exactly are you...?"

The rest of his words got stuck in his throat again.

Ito was used to the mess in Takikawa's room, but he didn't expect that even his bedroom would be so... messy.

There was none of the "glitz and glamour" that Ito had envisioned.

On Hayakawa's bed and chairs, there were piles of not luxury clothes, but... all kinds of colorful underwear.

There are quite a few types: lace, pure cotton, sporty, with small decorations...

Ito even saw inside that could barely cover... two pieces that could be called fabric.

It was terrible. By the time Ito realized the situation due to his rapid information processing ability, he had no way out.

Hayakawa was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding another set in her hand, frowning as if she were scrutinizing it carefully.

Asada stood with her back to the door in front of the dressing mirror, wearing a brand new, simple and cute light-colored set of underwear.

The sudden appearance of Ito's voice was merely a spell that stunned Asada, casting a shadow of Ito and Asada together in the mirror at the doorway.

That was tantamount to unleashing a terrifying attack on Asada that was no less terrifying than forbidden magic.

Her cheeks turned bright red in an instant, like a ripe tomato.

She turned around abruptly, her hand instinctively rising to clutch a slightly mature bitter tea seed.

"I-Ito... Good afternoon!" Asada's voice trembled uncontrollably, her eyes darting around in a panic, clearly she was already incoherent.

It's over, the innocent idol is completely finished, and the shop has no items to improve her IQ...

Then the only option is to sell the other party as a package, since we've now degenerated to the point where we can't even distinguish time anymore.

Hayakawa turned his head and saw Ito's shocked, embarrassed, and somewhat bewildered expression. He paused for a moment, then a mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he leaned lazily against the headboard.

"Yu~ Is this a surprise inspection? Do you want to try out a multiplayer game today? Or are you just here to admire our little Sakura's 'trophies'?"

Ito felt that his face was about to break down and start burning up at that moment.

But after hearing Hayakawa's wicked and suggestive words, it was as if a high monk was chanting the Pure Heart Sutra in my ear, and I instantly regained my clarity.

He frowned as he looked at the scattered underwear on the bed and floor, then at Asada's slightly flushed and sweaty face from trying on her new "clothes".

The brand logos are all familiar; they are common items found in affordable chain stores or large shopping malls, and certainly not luxury items that cost tens of thousands of yen.

At least his money wasn't thrown into the champagne tower at the host club.

But this does not mean the crisis is over!

"What are you doing?" Ito's voice regained its usual calmness, even carrying a hint of stern questioning. "It's 1:13 AM, not afternoon!"

"And explain yourself, why are you here? Why..." His gaze swept over the pile of underwear again, his tone becoming more forceful, "...why are there so many of these?"

Before Asada could answer, Hayakawa's expression turned dissatisfied. "Yu, why are you so sure it's Sakura?"

"Why didn't you guess it was for me?" She pinched a piece made of extremely cheap fabric between two fingers. "After all, it seems only I can pull this off!"

"...You can't afford it." Ito gave his answer after just a quick glance.

Those who only spend their salary on cigarettes and alcohol have no extra money to spend on these things.

After all, according to Ito's understanding, this guy on the other side had almost no male friends besides himself.

So who are you buying new styles for?

"Tsk!" Hayakawa also abandoned her intention to tease Ito, turning her head to the side, not wanting to see this annoying thing.

"I, I... this... because... that..." Asada was still in the aftershock of "greeting her manager while clutching the bitter tea," her mind blank.

She instinctively tried to hide the dark lace-trimmed bitter tea seed behind her back, but the movement was too big and she flung it away instead.

It landed on the mirror, completely covering Ito's head in the image.

This situation is even worse.

Ito's cheek muscles twitched almost imperceptibly, but his manager mode was already activated. He turned his attention to Hayakawa, "Was it your idea, Hayakawa?!"

"Yu~ don't be so nervous," Hayakawa accurately saw through Ito's pretense, "It's just buying some essential underwear for girls. Besides, you'll be the one who benefits in the end."

"What? Are you afraid that our little Sakura will exchange all five million yen for scraps of cloth and squeeze every last penny out of you?"

This guy is surprisingly perceptive; his true thoughts were actually read.

“How could I possibly worry about that?” Ito cleared his throat. “I wanted to ask why Asada was in your room at this time, trying on… underwear?”

"Because someone always complains about the size of the other person's clothes." Hayakawa waved the set in his hand with a sly smile. "And Sakura has been complaining lately that her old bras are uncomfortable and too tight."

"Therefore, as a reliable senior, I naturally have the responsibility to guide adolescent girls to correctly understand their body changes and choose appropriate underwear."

“You don’t need to buy that many,” Ito said, narrowing his eyes. “Besides, buying the kind of style you have is a complete waste of money.”

"Oh~? Is that so?" Hayakawa drawled, then suddenly blinked at Ito a few times. "But with Sakura's great figure, wouldn't it be a shame if she didn't wear more mature styles?"

"Isn't Xiaoyou curious about how... well-developed she is now?"

“It’s probably just weight gain!” Ito caught the key word and subconsciously looked at Asada. “After all, she’s already this age, the probability of a second growth spurt is almost zero.”

"So Asada, you need to control your diet!"

Asada's face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed, and she hugged herself tightly to her chest, as if that would make her shrink into a ball and disappear.

"I...I haven't gained that much weight!" Asada retorted softly, a little aggrieved. "It's just...it just feels a bit tighter than before! Especially the bra straps and...this area..."

Her voice trailed off, and she unconsciously gestured with her fingers below her chest.

"Ahem..." Ito cleared his throat, trying to regain some ground, but his tone softened considerably.

"Even so... even so, you can't stay up this late! Tomorrow... Asada, you have practice, right? And Hayakawa, don't you have work tomorrow?"

He tried to make his words sound like those of a responsible agent.

"And one more thing!" He walked to the door, then stopped, his back to them, and added stiffly, as if using all his strength, "Next time...buying something like this...remember to lock the door!!"

"Then get out of here! How long are you going to keep watching!" Asada grabbed a cushion in embarrassment and anger and threw it at Ito.

"You should have run away the moment you saw that! Ito, you're a bastard!"

Chapter 186 A Request from Department Head Saionji

"I'm so sorry to have invited you here so suddenly." Saionji Chizuru ushered Ito into the activity room from outside the door.

"Please sit down." She cautiously looked around. "If... if there's anything I can do to help her get back to work..."

"Although she's not outstanding, she's a very good person... so..."

Receiving a message from Saionji Chizuru was already an unexpected event, let alone a private meeting like this.

In any case, Ito and the other party had no connection whatsoever. The only thing they had in common was that Ito poached one of their elite core members.

Rin Iketani, a "taciturn" bassist.

Logically, both she and Takikawa will only be at school for a month, and given each other's personalities, it's unlikely they'll develop a liking for studying.

Whether it was because she agreed to the film club's request or because she actually made friends at school, it's unclear.

Even though a month had passed, she continued to go to and from school as usual.

They even participated in last month's monthly test, and their results were surprisingly good.

"Is it because of your brother that you contacted me?" Ito asked tentatively.

That's unlikely, since he and her brother don't have an employer-employee relationship, and they even have each other's contact information.

“He’s not worth it at all.” Saionji Chizuru waved her hand, unsurprisingly. “Because of the renovation, I can finally rot in my house as I wish.”

"If he didn't suddenly appear in a sinister manner every day, I would have thought he was dead. I really don't understand where he found this guy who's willing to do the renovations for free."

"I don't know either." Ito looked out the window guiltily. "You know, I'm not close to your brother."

Now that this possibility has been ruled out, only one possibility remains.

"If you're worried about Rin Iketani, there's absolutely no need for that. She's very serious about her work."

Because she was playing a stoic witch who could only speak riddles, it was almost like she was playing herself.

Therefore, it's understandable that he's a diligent worker, at least he appears more often than Ito.

“It is indeed related to Iketani Rin…” Saionji Chizuru pursed her lips. “Ito, you should have noticed it too, right? The strangeness of that child.”

"I've discovered it." Ito nodded affirmatively. "This kind of thing has caused quite a bit of trouble."

He's not blind.

I've been misunderstood more than once or twice because of what the other person said.

Although everyone eventually learned about each other's personalities, teasing still inevitably occurred.

Whenever that happened, both Mori and Asada would punish him severely afterward.

"So, Ito, what do you plan to do? You can't just let this go on, can you?" Department Head Saionji's worried expression seemed genuine. "We finally managed to get her to get along well with her classmates, and now this has happened."

"I originally planned to consult with Sae about how to handle this, but I felt that she would label Rin as a dangerous person. What if others found out about this..."

She spoke faster and faster, finally looking helplessly at Ito, "It's all up to you now, Ito."

Ito has heard this kind of talk at least three times, and anyone who knows him knows that.

He's not the kind of guy who would abandon his principles for a pretty girl's request.

"Well, so what?" Ito ignored the other person's pleading gaze. "Why should I agree?"

"Because besides you, Ito, I..."

“There’s no need to repeat myself.” Ito interrupted Saionji. “I want to know the reason, the specific reason.”