Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"Senior?!" Mori's voice on the other end of the phone was urgent and incredulous. "Isn't it a bit too fast to suddenly talk about marriage? Besides, we haven't graduated yet, so marriage isn't allowed, is it?"

Before Ito could answer, she kept throwing out her questions.

"But, if you really want to be with me, then it's not entirely impossible... How about I move in with you first? We can live together like a married couple and get used to it beforehand!"

Ito: "......"

"Of course!" Mori's voice suddenly lowered, tinged with a hint of shyness, "The kind of... erotic things that you want, senpai... I, I can accept that too."

"We're husband and wife now, so we should fulfill our marital obligations, right? So... when is my senior going to meet my parents? We need to plan this out carefully..."

She talked on and on about her plans, from meeting the parents to imagining how many children she would have in the future, without giving Ito any chance to interrupt.

Ito silently moved the phone a little further away, listening to the voice coming from the receiver, full of beautiful hopes for the future.

A sense of guilt kept growing in my heart.

Finally, while Mori was waiting for the question of "what name to give the child," he found an opportunity to speak.

“I think you’ve misunderstood, Mori,” his voice was hoarse. “I don’t want to marry you.”

The other end of the phone went silent instantly.

The deathly silence lasted for a full three or four seconds.

"...Huh? Huh?" Mori's voice suddenly rose, "What do you mean by not marrying me? What are you talking about, senpai?"

"Does this mean getting married in the game? Even though it's a virtual world, it's still not allowed! You can only marry me!"

“No…” Ito felt a headache coming on. He put the phone back to his ear. “It’s really a marriage. The person is… Nagano Sae.”

First came an even longer silence, as if the signal had suddenly been cut off.

Then came a voice suppressing shock and intense emotion, struggling to remain calm, yet still trembling:

"You're lying...you're lying, right? Senior, you're lying to me, aren't you? Don't...don't play with me like this!"

Ito knew this was hard to believe, so he sighed and tried to explain the absurd "50 million yen indenture" and the so-called family marriage agreement as concisely as possible.

"...So, that's the situation right now," he concluded, his voice filled with helplessness.

There was silence on the other end of the phone again, this time for so long that Ito thought Mori had hung up.

Just as he was about to confirm, Mori's voice came again.

"So," she asked, enunciating each word clearly as if confirming a clause, "if I offer fifty million yen, you won't have to marry her, but instead... marry me?"

Although this statement sounds even stranger, as if he were just a commodity with a price tag, in terms of the result, it seems... not wrong?

Ito paused for a moment, then finally forced a "hmm".

“I understand.” Mori’s voice was filled with excitement. “Don’t worry, senpai. It’s just fifty million yen… wait for my good news.”

"???"

Before Ito could even process what "wait for my good news" really meant, the call was abruptly ended.

Holding his phone, which was ringing with a busy tone, Ito stood on the bustling street, feeling somewhat lost.

What did Mori's final tone and those words mean?

Before he could figure it out, his phone rang again, and the caller ID on the screen read "The World's Number One Eating Idol."

He answered the call instinctively.

The moment the phone was brought to her ear, Asada Sakura's panicked voice rang out:

"I-Ito! Help me! A super weird guy has come to my apartment! He's terrifying! Come back quickly!!!"

Chapter 218: You'll make a lot of money in the future! Please don't leave!

Ito went out again. He's been very busy lately... It's good that he's busy, but I doubt he's going on a date with a girl.

If it weren't for my own efforts yesterday, using my personal charm and intelligence to defeat Mori, ensuring the team's business wasn't tainted by an evil romance, maintaining my leading lady status, and facilitating the cooperation...

Who knows what crazy thing Ito might do?

I had planned to go grocery shopping with him yesterday, but...

I still prefer Miss Fox.

Asada tidied his bedding, a smile unconsciously playing on his lips as he hummed an unknown tune.

Well, Ito still has some conscience, so I'll reluctantly support him a little longer and we'll go together tonight.

"Ding-dong!" The doorbell rang abruptly.

Asada stopped taking off the pillowcase and looked towards the door with a puzzled expression. She had just paid the utility bills, so it couldn't be the landlord.

Both he and Ito were penniless and had no money for shopping. As for Ms. Hayakawa, she secretly made a copy of the key.

so......

Before Asada could figure out who it was, the door lock made a rustling sound as it turned.

"Ito, is that you?"

For no apparent reason, Asada felt a sense of fear towards the unknown figure about to open the door...

It wasn't the kind of fear that makes you want to scream, but rather a kind of fear similar to meeting an elder. It was a very strange feeling.

The person at the door didn't respond, and seemed to quicken their pace considerably.

As Asada waited anxiously, the door opened.

Light streamed in from outside the door, illuminating the complete silhouette of the visitor.

He was wearing beach shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, matching sunglasses, and carrying a black suitcase.

"Y-you are?" Asada hugged her pillow and unconsciously retreated towards the balcony.

"Me?" Ito Keihei took off his sunglasses, scrutinized the girl dressed in casual home clothes, and a certain possibility came to mind. He put on what he thought was a kind smile.

Little did he know that in Asada's eyes, this person's face resembled that of a strange old man often seen on pornography, not to mention that he also had a face that looked three parts like Ito's.

It's just that Ito's is more annoying and more handsome.

"Has Ito been staying with you all this time?" Ito Keihei asked as he pulled his suitcase into the room.

"The environment is quite clean." Ito Keihei nodded in satisfaction at the room, then looked at Asada, whose eyes were full of vigilance, "You don't need to be afraid. Thank you for taking care of me during this time."

“…Hmm.” Asada remained wary; the strange old man with the apartment key was someone she had always wanted to stay away from since childhood.

But I really did take good care of Ito, and that's not bragging, it's a fact.

"Is this all you're eating for lunch?" Ito Keihei frowned slightly as he looked at the unwashed bowl of noodles on the table, with bean sprouts as a side dish. "That Ito kid is such a jerk, he hasn't mentioned you to me at all."

"He...he really is a bastard, but you're not allowed to say that about him!" Asada retorted fearfully.

I originally intended to secretly call the police using my phone, but after getting up, I left my phone charging in Ito's bedroom, so it wasn't on me anymore.

“You’re quite protective of your own,” Ito Keihei said, sitting down in his chair. “But you don’t need to be shy. Ito and I know each other, and we’re quite close.”

Asada wouldn't let her guard down just because of a few simple words from Ito Keihei. She had already retreated to the balcony and was secretly looking down.

Fourth floor... I think I'll pass.

"So what is your relationship with Ito?" Asada wanted to use the conversation as an excuse to delay the other party and find a chance to escape.

"Uh... this question?" Ito Keihei took off his sunglasses and placed them on the table, a playful smile on his face. "How should I put it?"

You should call me father!

"Father?" Asada repeated blankly.

“That’s right.” Ito Keihei was quite pleased with Asada’s way of addressing him. “But I’m afraid there won’t be another chance in the future.”

"Stop saying such strange things!" Asada grabbed a clothes hanger with Ito's clothes on the balcony and threw it at Ito Keihei.

.......

"So that's how things turned out, Uncle. I'm really sorry."

After Ito returned and learned of Ito Keihei's identity, Asada, like a child who had made a mistake, hid behind Ito and apologized to him.

She hadn't expected the other person to be Ito's father, and that such behavior would definitely leave a bad impression.

How could I possibly beat Mori no Kami like this, especially with my parents...?

Although forming a team doesn't require parental consent, just like her, it's really... awful!

I want to disappear from this place immediately!

"Asada, you don't need to apologize. It's all because this guy is so outspoken." Ito coldly looked at Ito Keihei, who was covering the ice with ice.

Although Asada was vague about the other party's answer regarding "relationship," Ito could roughly guess what he would say.

The guy who sold his son is simply unforgivable.

Despite Ito's words, Asada still felt uneasy and guilty.

"As you've seen, this guy has a certain personality, so I'll have to trouble you a lot in the future," Ito Keihei said to the uneasy Asada.

This sounds like he's entrusting Ito to Asada.

"Ah, I, I will definitely take good care of Ito, Uncle, don't worry!" Asada was stunned for a moment, then as if he had received some sacred mission, he straightened his chest and spoke with unusual firmness.

"With your promise, I feel at ease."

Looking at Asada, who was easily fooled by a few words from Ito Keihei, Ito felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

In matters like this, this idol's intelligence is truly worrying.

He yanked Asada away, who was still secretly making vows and seemingly caught up in some kind of passionate fervor, and said to Ito Keihei in an annoyed tone:

"Stop teasing her. Tell me, what exactly do you want from my house?"

Upon hearing this, Asada immediately frowned.

Isn't this directly implying to her uncle that she's not very smart?

"Is there a problem with me coming to my son's house?" Ito Keihei retorted confidently.

Ito didn't speak, but just stared at him silently with cold eyes.

“Alright,” Ito Keihei conceded under the silent pressure. “I think you should agree to the marriage agreement now, since you’re moving in. I came here to help ease the pressure and see if there’s anything that needs to be packed or dealt with.”