Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

She looks sweet and harmless, like a beautifully packaged candy.

But all of this was an illusion; the look in her eyes as she gazed at Ito at the door was far from a sugar-coated bullet.

In those beautiful purple eyes, several words were clearly written: You dare to come back?

The corners of her lips even maintained a slight upward curve, forming a fake smile.

She sat cross-legged next to Asada, her knees casually resting against Asada's legs. Her posture was intimate and natural, yet it exuded an invisible pressure.

The only one to break this eerie moment of calm was Asada.

In the lingering notes of the last chord, she saw Ito at the door, and like a young animal seeing its owner returning home and waiting to be fed, her eyes lit up instantly, and she raised her paw and waved without any guile.

"Ito! You're back?"

“…” Ito’s lips twitched slightly, and he nodded. “…Mm.”

The air froze for a second.

Sae Nagano glanced at him and gave a slight nod, which was considered a greeting.

Mori's fake smile remained unchanged, even carrying a hint of schadenfreude.

There's no time to explain why I ran back early, and no time to ponder the deeper meaning behind Nagano Sae's unusual behavior.

His bed!

He changed his shoes and walked down the corridor almost simultaneously with his hands and feet.

Three pairs of eyes were fixed on him from behind.

Nagano's indifference, Asada's bewilderment, and Mori's icy "attention-grabbing".

I placed my palm on the doorknob of my bedroom, and the metallic feel traveled to my fingertips.

Ito took a deep breath and used the key...

No.

The lock cylinder wasn't touched at all.

The door was ajar, but with his subconscious push, it slid open inwards.

The lock was indeed opened, and inside...

The view of the bedroom was exposed to the light streaming in through the doorway.

The blankets on the single bed were neatly folded, and the notebooks and books scattered on the desk maintained a seemingly random order. The floor was so clean it reflected light.

But he didn't make his bed at all this morning...

There was no chaos of being ransacked, and no terrifying scene of underwear flying everywhere as I had anticipated.

The room was so clean...it was almost excessive.

There are no particular abnormalities at present.

He slipped inside, his eyes quickly scanning every corner of the room.

“Senior,” Moriue Chinatsu’s sweet voice, tinged with a hint of teasing, rang out from the doorway. She didn’t follow him in, but instead leaned against the doorframe, blocking Asada from peeking in curiously. “What are you afraid of?”

She tilted her head, and the purple ball swayed gently with the movement, her violet pupils gleaming mischievously in the shadows of the door crack.

With his back to the door, Ito walked naturally to the desk without any hesitation, his gaze sweeping across the surface.

"I'm not afraid of anything. It's just strange how the door opened." He deliberately kept his voice calm.

"It's probably the wind?" Nagano Sae's cool voice drifted from the living room.

Where would such a strong wind in April come from to open a locked door?

He didn't reply, his gaze fixed on the neatly made bed.

It's so neat now, a stark contrast to how he haphazardly tidied it up this morning.

He strolled over, his fingers brushing across the surface of the sheets.

"Senior," Mori strolled in leisurely, her faint sweet fragrance wafting over.

She didn't even look at Ito, but walked straight to the bedside, and then, right under Ito's nose, she suddenly lunged forward.

boom!

A soft, muffled thud.

Chinatsu Mori no Kami unceremoniously threw herself into the center of Ito's not-so-large single bed, burying her face down in the fluffy blankets.

Ito's eye twitched violently.

Mori's voice came through the blanket, muffled and slightly nasal, "So, senpai~"

She rubbed her face against the soft blankets, as if trying to absorb some kind of scent, and then finally turned her head slightly, revealing half of her face and a pair of shimmering purple eyes, glancing at him sideways.

"You'll find those... um... things that boys would definitely hide in their rooms and secretly look at, things that are too embarrassing to be seen in the light..."

Her voice was drawn out, like a small hook, each word piercing Ito's nerves.

"...Where did you hide it?"

Those purple eyes clearly said, "Don't try to fool me, I know you definitely have it."

Ito's face instantly turned as black as ink.

For the first time in his life, he felt an intense urge to throw a woman off his bed.

“There’s no such thing!” he forced out through clenched teeth. “And get off my bed!”

Mori scoffed, rubbed his face against the blanket again, and reluctantly got up, sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging his shapely legs and touching the floor with his toes.

"Boring." She pouted. "Senior is so boring." The disappointment in her tone was genuine.

Ito ignored her, his gaze quickly sweeping over the gap under the windowsill, the blind spot where the bookshelf was against the wall, and even a quick glance behind the computer tower, but there were no obvious signs that the room had been ransacked.

He turned around and met Mori's eyes, which seemed to say, "Ask me now."

“So,” Ito raised his hand, pointing to the bedroom door that had been easily pushed open, “can anyone tell me how you managed to open this door?”

His gaze swept over Asada's bewildered face and Nagano's indifferent face, finally settling on the only possible "suspect".

Asada opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Asada-senpai!" Morikami Chinatsu suddenly spoke, her voice soft but carrying an undeniable air of disapproval.

Asada instinctively shut her mouth.

Mori tilted his head, looked at Ito, and a cold smile slowly spread across his face.

"Senior, do you want to know?" Her legs swung even more happily.

Ito's heart sank; he sensed the threshold of the price to be paid.

"Actually..." Mori drew out his words, his gaze lingering on his face with a hint of scrutiny, "it's not that I can't tell you."

Ito did not respond, awaiting further developments.

“However…” Her voice suddenly rose at the end, her smile widened, and she had a sly, fox-like quality to her expression, “Senior, you have to promise me one thing first.”

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Ito forced out a single word from deep in his throat: "...Say it."

Chinatsu Mori's toes finally stopped wobbling. She slightly raised her delicate chin, her violet eyes fixed on him, filled with a mixture of dissatisfaction, accusation, and a hint of barely perceptible smugness.

"This is the price you pay for deceiving me." Her voice became clearer, each word deliberate and carrying a strange sense of judgment. "And... well, a rare chance for redemption, isn't it?"

Those eyes curved into a smile, filled with pure "malice," but beneath that malice lay a subtle hint of a girlfriend's "coquettishness" and a righteous sense of "being wronged and needing to make amends."

"I hope you cherish this opportunity."

She looked at Ito's tightly pursed lips and silent face, and her smile deepened with satisfaction.

She pointed precisely to the black Yamaha Pac 611 electric guitar standing in the corner of the living room.

"It's very simple."

"Senior, now, play me a song."

Ito's eyelid twitched.

Playing the piano? At a time like this? His mind immediately began frantically searching through his archives for saccharine pop songs to please young girls.

“Of course,” Moriue added lightly, as if she could see through his perfunctory attitude and resistance, “It’s not something you can just dismiss with any old magazine like ‘Sakura Frontline’ or ‘Little Star’!”

Her eyes became somewhat mischievous and expectant: "The piece of music must be enough to satisfy me."

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, as if she were worried for Ito, "For example... a new song written by senior himself? A love song? A confession song? In short, it has to 'touch people's hearts'!"

Just as Ito was still pondering whether he could get away with using his inventory, a cold, unquestionable voice interrupted from the side.

"It has to be something I've never heard of before."

Nagano Sae had somehow walked up to a spot not far from them, holding a glass of water in her hand.

Her long black hair contrasted against her fair neck, and her silk robe gleamed with a cold sheen.

She didn't look at Ito, her gaze lowered to the water glass, and calmly presented even more demanding conditions.

There is no room for negotiation.

Ito suddenly looked at her.

Sae Nagano slowly raised her eyes, her beautiful but cold eyes calmly meeting his gaze, as if trying to find something in his face, which was slightly stiff with surprise and tension.

Chinatsu Mori was also taken aback for a moment, then puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction and glared at Nagano, as if she was complaining that he had stolen her lines or ruined some kind of "fair" deal.

However, she did not refute Nagano's additional conditions. Instead, she refocused her gaze on Ito's face, her expectation of "you must impress me" growing stronger, and even carrying a hint of schadenfreude, as if to say, "Chairman Nagano has spoken, so you have no way out now."

Asada looked left and right, then, clutching the pillow with her own saliva stains, wisely chose to keep quiet.

The atmosphere became somewhat delicate, with invisible pressure pressing on Ito from two directions simultaneously.

Ito felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

A new song? A love song? A confession-style song? Something that will touch people's hearts? And something Nagano has never heard of before.

They've been cornered...

[System Prompt: A strong conflict between the host's music needs and survival needs has been detected (music resource exchange activated). Do you wish to spend points to draw a song blind box? Objective: Exchange for an original song. Confirm spending 10000 points?]