Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"The law of conservation of energy is common knowledge that even junior high school students know. If I eat... no, if I kill these two sources of evil, I will consume my own energy, so in general, the quality will decrease."

"In conclusion... this is a method that reduces energy expenditure with minimal cost." She lowered her voice mysteriously, "It's my newly invented weight loss method! I call it 'Asada's Third Weight Loss Method.'"

There's no hope, there's really no hope, this guy is hopeless.

Ito has never felt that his task is as heavy as it is now. If this were a classic shonen manga, he would feel even more pressured than if he had just left the beginner village and encountered the Demon King.

However, the more witty Miss Idol becomes, the more it proves that Ito was right to pull her into the bedroom.

By prying Asada's mouth open, we can find out everything that happened tonight, and why that damn Hayakawa has a key to his bedroom.

While Asada was still proud of his intelligence, Ito took out a treasured item he had kept for a long time from the lining of his pillow.

"Asada." Interrupting the other's narcissistic moment, Ito waved the meal ticket in his hand that read "Premium Invitation Ticket".

Those were rare meal tickets, of which only 300 were distributed by the Monster Hunter-themed restaurant in Shibuya.

Although you can't actually eat the food made by the cats, you can still get rare dishes that aren't on the menu.

From the moment he obtained this meal ticket by chance, Ito has been torn between eating it and selling it, and now it is finally time for it to come in handy.

Asada's gaze followed the swaying of the meal ticket. As a seasoned diner and avid surfer, she naturally recognized the item in front of her immediately.

First came shock, then regret.

"I should have stolen it," she muttered regretfully to herself, not believing she could get it from Ito.

No one understands Ito better than her!

Pretending not to hear Asada's words, Ito spoke while keeping an eye on the movements outside the door.

It seems they're so engrossed in punishing Hayakawa that they haven't realized their companion has fallen into their clutches.

"If you can tell me what happened before I came back, I can give this to you."

“I won’t say that you told me,” Ito assured him.

But anyone with a brain can see that it was Asada who leaked the secret, so it doesn't matter whether Ito says it or not.

"Okay!" Asada agreed quickly, much to everyone's surprise. She jumped up, snatched the meal ticket, and stuffed it into the breast pocket of her pajamas.

It seems I overestimated this idol's professional ethics; it was a miscalculation.

He should have threatened Yoshida Nai with words first, since there had already been a case of him betraying her at lightning speed.

After Asada obtained the meal ticket, he didn't speak immediately. Instead, he leaned against the bedroom door and took out his phone.

My fingers are tapping rapidly on the screen; it's no wonder I've practiced electric guitar for so long—my hand speed has improved quickly.

Before long, Ito received a text message from her, apparently to prevent the outside world from hearing the noise.

It's amazing how her IQ fluctuates so much.

Ito opened his chat with Asada with a sigh, and then looked up immediately after reading the text.

Asada: "I don't know."

"?" Ito looked at Asada's innocent expression and felt as if he had been deceived by this guy.

It's not just a feeling, it's a certainty!

The next moment, Asada slowly opened the bedroom door, and Mori and Nagano Sae were standing outside.

Asada, as if introducing a newcomer, laid his hands out in front of Mori, and then, after Ito sensed danger, he smiled and slipped behind Nagano Sae.

Ito understood without even having to think about it.

The rapid typing on the screen just now couldn't have been just a few words; it was a signal.

Ito didn't know the contents of the message, but judging from Mori's expression, it was definitely mixed with personal business.

Cunning! Truly cunning!

Asada seems to have forgotten that there are times when she is alone, and she is only temporarily in control now.

"We need to have a talk, senior."

Swallowing hard, Ito looked out the dark window. "Let's talk about it later. It's getting late, and I'm used to going to bed early."

.........

Emerging from the bathroom, having washed away all her fatigue, Ito looked at the empty living room. The food on the table was gone, and she couldn't see them anywhere.

They must have gone next door. That's what Ito thought, and that's the only thought he could have.

The understanding Mori let him off the hook simply because he said he wanted to sleep.

No matter how you look at it, you can see the trickery involved, but Ito really doesn't dare to think about it any further.

They could only deceive themselves into thinking that the other side was trying to avoid bothering them.

He returned to his bedroom and gently closed the door. Apart from the moonlight shining through the window, there was no other light source in the bedroom.

He drew the curtains, plunging the bedroom into complete darkness, an environment he liked to sleep in.

Take off your slippers, lie down on the bed, cover yourself with the blanket, and close your eyes.

The bed is warmer than usual tonight, as if someone had slept in it beforehand.

Is...is anyone there?!

I opened my eyes instantly and looked to the right side of the pillow, where there seemed to be a small body lying.

"Go to sleep, senior." Mori's hand restlessly rested on Ito's stomach. "We have class tomorrow."

The worst thing still happened. No matter how much he tried to numb himself, he couldn't ignore the warm touch coming from beside him, and the faintly sweet breath of a young girl, gently brushing against his ear.

"Mori... Mori-gami?!" He practically sat bolt upright, his voice trembling. "What are you doing here?!"

"Shh!" A cool little hand quickly covered his mouth.

In the darkness, Morikami Chinatsu's violet eyes were inches away, gleaming with cunning and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"Keep your voice down, senior. Do you want to wake up Asada-senpai and the others?"

Her voice was very low, and her warm breath brushed against the back of Ito's hand.

Ito stiffly pried her hands away.

"When...when did you come in? Where are Asada and the others? Where is Nagano?" he asked incoherently, trying to make out her expression in the darkness.

"They've all gone to sleep at Miki-nee's next door~" Mori's voice returned to its usual smug tone. "President Nagano said that since senpai wants to 'go to bed early,' we won't disturb them. But..."

She deliberately dragged out her words, snuggling closer to Ito, the soft fabric rubbing against his arm. "I thought it was too lonely for you to sleep alone, so... I sneaked back to keep you company~"

Her movements were bold and direct, with the recklessness of a newborn calf unafraid of tigers.

In the darkness, Ito could feel her nightgown slip off to one side, her smooth, delicate shoulder skin brushing against his arm.

“You…” Ito felt his throat go dry. He wanted to push her away, but his hand froze halfway up.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm, "I don't need you to come with me. Get out."

"No." Mori refused decisively, even moving closer to her.

Her knee gently nudged Ito's outer thigh, a tentative gesture.

"Senior is so cold~ He just praised my breakfast." She pouted slightly, her voice carrying a hint of coquettish grievance, "And... I really liked the song he played today."

In the darkness, he couldn't see her expression, but even saying "I like it" wouldn't make Ito give up the idea of ​​driving her away.

"If you like it, you like it. What does that have to do with me letting you go out now?" he replied curtly, trying to build a defensive barrier with indifference.

“Of course it’s related!” Mori said confidently, her little hands groping restlessly until she finally found Ito’s wrist. Then, gently but with an undeniable force, she pulled his hand over.

"Because my senior played such a beautiful song for me, so... I have to give him a little 'reward'!"

Her fingertips were slightly cool and damp as she guided Ito's hand.

Ito froze, letting the small hand guide his own, tracing a cool line in the darkness, until finally...

I touched a piece of warm, delicate skin with amazing elasticity.

It's her waist!

Ito jerked his hand back as if he had been burned.

"Pfft..." Mori let out a short, sharp laugh, like a mischievous little fox who had pulled off a prank. "Senpai's reaction is quite strong~"

Instead of backing down, she pressed herself even closer, wrapping a slender arm around Ito's waist and resting her entire upper body against his chest.

"I just wanted... to let you feel my heartbeat, senpai..." Her voice came from close to Ito's chest, with a muffled laugh and a slight, almost imperceptible tremor. "When you played that song, senpai... my heart was beating so fast... could you feel it, senpai?"

Her body was soft and warm. Through the thin fabric of her nightgown, Ito could clearly feel the subtle rise and fall of her chest and the rapid, powerful heartbeat emanating from her chest cavity.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

“You…” Ito’s voice caught in his throat.

He could feel the subtle trembling in her body, which revealed that beneath her seemingly composed exterior, she was equally nervous and flustered.

"Senior..." Mori's voice was even lower, with an almost seductive huskiness, his warm breath brushing against Ito's chin, "Your...heart is beating so fast..."

Chapter 200 Hell...The Eighteen Levels of Hell!

The room was dimly lit, and my eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the darkness.

Under Ito's "efforts," Mori's other hand also sneaked up unnoticed.

She didn't feel warmer from being in bed. Her fingers tentatively traced the collar of Ito's pajamas, and then... cautiously, with a touch of clumsy courage.

Finally, it stopped at the exposed skin on Ito's neck.

It's cold.

Ito grabbed the restless wrist almost reflexively.

"Enough," Ito said, her voice trembling. "Mori, if you keep this up, I really..."

"Really?" Mori looked up, and even in the darkness, Ito could feel her defiant gaze. "Are you going to throw me out, or...?"

Her tone was seductive, and she tightened her arms around his waist, pressing her body even closer.

Ito could feel the tension in her body, hear her rapid breathing, and feel her heartbeat.

Mori no Ue...