Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"Hiruhito finally called me by my given name. I was wondering how long it would take him to realize it." Morigami pressed closer, his fragrance filling the air around Ito.

The two strolled down the street, and Mori answered Ito's question. Although he hid it well, Ito still overheard him and gloated.

"Asada-senpai was arrested and educated because of the scandal."

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Chapter 224 Bondage, Disturbance, and "Kawaki Wo Amek"

Watching Mori's busy figure in the kitchen, Ito waited for information from those guys.

It seems that Asada has indeed dropped a bombshell. Mori has not said a word about what happened, and other people have given vague answers. Even Yoshida Na, Asada's best friend, is not replying to messages.

As if she had made a pact with Asada, Asada also adopted the unread strategy, a bad habit she somehow picked up from somewhere.

However, Ito did not come away empty-handed. The results of the last test were in, and his score had not changed much; he was still in the top 20 of his grade.

As for Asada's grades, Ito didn't know, since a ranking like an honor roll wouldn't include those who failed.

Given the nature of her academic performance, Ito has reason to suspect that the bet she made with Asada last time caused her to not want to face either her results or Ito.

"Alright, Yuujin, let's just have something simple today. There'll be even more delicious food later~"

A bizarre description.

Seeing Mori bring out two bowls of tomato noodles and then remove the cat-patterned apron that Asada always wore, Ito spoke again: "What exactly did Asada do wrong? Is she coming back tonight?"

Although he had already asked once on the way here, Ito still wanted to ask again.

This was crucial in determining whether Ito would stay in his apartment that night or rush to Yuriko Minamoto's hospital room. Ito was wary of Mori, always feeling that everything was part of Mori's plan.

"What could be the reason?" Mori muttered, using a fork to help Ito stir the noodles. "What could be the reason?"

"Does Yuujin really want to know about other girls? In front of his girlfriend?"

"..." Ito couldn't admit it, nor could he deny it; his path was completely blocked.

“Even if you, Yujin, really want to know, I won’t tell you, but…” Mori’s words suddenly took a turn, and she gave Ito a bright smile, “If Yujin could do something similar to… it wouldn’t be impossible.”

As Mori said this, he tapped his thin lips lightly with his fork.

“Yahito belongs to me alone, and I find it hard to accept sharing him with someone else. But if I like Yahito to the extreme at a certain moment, I can compromise a little.”

She only wanted to know if Asada would be back tonight, but she had to pay the price with her own body.

Ito silently took the fork Mori handed him, twirling the tomato stew from the plate, picking up bits of minced meat and chopped basil.

Since no dinner was prepared for Asada, it's probably best if Asada doesn't come back.

Thinking this, Ito put the golden noodles coated in thick tomato sauce into his mouth. The sour taste of the tomato intertwined with the aroma of wheat, and the meaty fragrance instantly filled his mouth. A rich and luxurious flavor bloomed on his tongue.

Asada has made tomato ramen before, but it never tastes quite like this.

After all, the wheat flour that was about to expire and the tomatoes that were sold at a discount could not compare to the expensive ingredients that Mori bought. Moreover, Asada omitted some spices in order to save money on ingredients.

Although Asada was obsessed with food, he wasn't particularly particular about what he ate.

"Is it good?" Mori asked happily as he watched Ito eat the noodles.

“It tastes very good,” Ito replied truthfully.

“That’s great. Although I’ve prepared bento boxes for Yuujin more than once before, I have no experience making dinner.” Mori’s hand moved restlessly on the table. “After all, with Asada-senpai around, Yuujin can cook for himself.”

"But isn't preparing a warm dinner for my husband who has worked hard all day and is coming home in advance what I, as a wife, should do?"

As he finished speaking, Mori's hand grasped Ito's left hand, the warmth of the touch penetrating through their skin.

“I’m not saying that wives have to cook, but it’s really a happy thing to be able to prepare food for your husband every day.” Mori’s fingers caressed Ito’s hand. “You convey your feelings through food and think about what Hisahito would truly like.”

"Even something as simple as this makes me truly happy!"

How could he be satisfied with just such a simple thing? Ito felt Mori's aggressive gaze, as if he were in a dark cave full of traps, where one wrong step would lead to an abyss.

"Hmm." Ito responded simply, continuing to eat his tomato noodles in silence.

Tomatoes are truly amazing...

"So, darling."

"Pfft!" Ito almost spat out the noodles in his mouth. He felt a discomfort in his throat, but he tried his best to keep his expression unchanged.

Stealing a glance at Mori, who was smiling broadly, seemingly quite pleased with Ito's reaction.

Previously, Ito thought he could accept any strange or unusual things Mori said.

But saying "darling" almost ruined the whole thing.

"Darling, is it that the food isn't to your liking?" Mori's tone still carried a hint of threat. "Or is it...?"

"Because there aren't enough girls around me, I can't have the smug feeling of being a harem king, so I don't enjoy my meals anymore."

No, I was completely stunned by your statement. Besides, what the hell is a harem king? Ito calls himself a warrior of pure love.

"Do I need to remind you? Darling, you're so forgetful." Mori took out his phone, which had a pendant on it, and showed it to Ito with a forced smile.

The screen showed a photo of something that happened a few nights ago, with Rin Iketani and the others.

"Even though I'm an incompetent wife, it doesn't mean I'm really clueless~" Mori smiled, her transparent nail polish swiping the phone screen to switch to the next photo, "Wasn't it comfortable to be hugged by Asada-senpai?"

"They're all girls with different styles, honey, you really know how to enjoy yourself."

Although Mori didn't criticize or blame anyone, the meaning behind his words couldn't be clearer.

Ito put down his fork, intending to explain, but Mori didn't give him the chance.

"No need to explain, don't be nervous. I don't want to tell my selfish wife because I'm not generous enough as a wife, which is why my darling made a mistake." Mori seemed to be taking all the blame upon herself, but Ito felt even more pressure.

He didn't even notice the inappropriateness of the terms of address used by Mori, such as "wife" and "darling."

It's all Hayakawa Miki's fault!

The next image scrolls down, showing a chat log between Mori and Kitajima, clearly detailing the events that unfolded, and...

The facts were fabricated and exaggerated by Uncle Bei Dao himself, along with advice and suggestions from elders and acquaintances.

For example, one of the suggestions is, "If you want to keep Ito firmly by your side, I still recommend physical manipulation."

Ito stared at the message in silence for a long time, his mind racing, and a possibility came to mind regarding the term "physical meaning".

“Honey, do you think I should listen to what Uncle Kitajima said? After all…” Mori, under the table, gently stepped on Ito’s instep with her foot, which was clad in white knee-high socks. “I still quite like this item.”

"Losing this will inevitably cause trouble and deprive you of a lot of fun in your life."

Ito's heart raced involuntarily; he felt the palpitations that came with their ambiguous behavior.

He really didn't want his leg to be broken!

But he really didn't do anything!

It was quiet outside the apartment; any rustling sound could reach their ears. Ito's eyes kept shifting between the pasta and Mori, the dinner already implicitly marking the price to pay.

No wonder Mori insisted that she prepare it.

As Mori stood up from the table and slowly walked to Ito's side, bringing his face closer and closer, the sweet floral and fruity scent became a fatal trigger, causing Ito's pupils to contract involuntarily.

Another one?!

Mori took the habit of tucking a non-existent stray hair behind his left ear, then slowly bent down, using his other hand to stop Ito from escaping.

Just as the plan to taste the sweet jelly was about to begin, a loud, excited shout rang out from outside.

"Sakura~!"

Ito immediately recognized the speaker: Hayakawa Miki. Similarly, Moriue frowned, clearly annoyed that someone had interrupted her.

Just when Ito thought he was about to be saved, accompanied by the sound of the door lock turning, Morikami touched the door like a dragonfly skimming the water and then left, winking triumphantly.

I was still sexually assaulted!

"Hey~ it's Yuu." Hayakawa smelled strongly of menthol and had a bag slung over her shoulder, so she must have just come back from work.

What are you disappointed about?! And why are you here again right after get off work, even though your home is right next door?!

Mori noticed the change in Ito's expression, but she misunderstood and whispered in Ito's ear:

"Honey, if you want, there's plenty of time tonight, and lots of fun things to do."

After saying that, Mori returned to her original position and greeted Hayakawa, "Good evening, Auntie."

"Good evening, Chinatsu." Hayakawa familiarly placed her bag on the dining table, then her gaze searched the room, finally landing on the dark bathroom. "Where's Sakura?"

"I don't know," Ito said honestly.

Hayakawa's expression grew increasingly serious. She glanced at the clock on the wall; the hour and minute hands formed a perfect 90-degree angle—7:30...

Asada never comes home this late, and the indifferent male homeowner secretly takes his lover out for dinner while the female homeowner is not home.

If I hadn't stumbled upon them, who knows how many lives they would have lost!

The facts are clear: Asada was persecuted to satisfy the male master's desire for infidelity.

There were clearly other options available...

Thinking of this, Ms. Hayakawa, the most 'pure love' person in the world, let out a soft sigh, attracting the attention of the other two people at the dinner table.

"When a person is constantly alone, a disease called 'loneliness' will develop."

Ito watched as Hayakawa inexplicably spouted emo quotes. He didn't understand the disease of "loneliness," but he felt that Hayakawa was seriously ill.

“Yu, when you’re not here, Sakura is alone in your bedroom every day, looking out at the night view.” Hayakawa looked at Ito.

"So she's been sleeping in my bed all this time?" Ito frowned. If that were the case, given Asada's habit of drooling in her sleep, he should probably change her bedding.

"..." Hayakawa was speechless for a moment, then shook his head and continued, "Every night I can hear Sakura singing next door, and she is very sad."

"Isn't this disturbing the peace?" Ito frowned even more deeply.

"..." Hayakawa couldn't continue. She said somewhat exasperatedly, "Yu, don't talk nonsense at a time like this. Can you please let me finish?"

“Okay,” Ito nodded, “you can continue.”

Hayakawa took a few deep breaths, accepted the warm water Mori offered, and continued speaking...

Damn it, I completely forgot what I was going to say!!!

But the people around her were waiting for her, so the scene became awkward for a moment.