Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"What is Asada-senpai singing?" Mori asked, offering a way out, though it was unclear whether she was genuinely curious or something else.

Satisfied with Mori's sensible demeanor, and with the scales tipping slightly in favor of the original wife, she cleared her throat and began to sing:

"Immature and ruthless (often) but"

......

After singing three or four lines, Hayakawa wanted to continue singing, clearly very satisfied with his singing skills, showing no concern whatsoever for the two people around him.

He smacked his lips, still feeling a bit unsatisfied.

Ito and Mori exchanged a glance, both seeing suicidal thoughts in each other's eyes. Yes, they really did want to die.

The tone is like falling from Mount Everest into the Mariana Trench and being baptized in the Great Rift Valley of Africa.

It's hard to believe that a human can sing like this. No, wait, can this really be defined as "singing"?

If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I simply couldn't accept it. Even reading it aloud wouldn't have brought me such a painful feeling.

Overall, it's very far removed from people.

"Well? Do you know what song it is now?" Hayakawa looked at the two who hadn't yet recovered from the shadow of death. "How about I sing it again?"

"Don't!"

"Please don't bother!"

The two refused righteously, reaching a high degree of agreement. Hayakawa pursed his lips and said, "Fine."

"So do you know what song it is now?"

"I roughly understand." Ito discerned bits and pieces from Hayakawa's few words, which sounded like the whispers of an ancient god.

The pitch is no longer reliable, and the lyrics are still very unclear.

“Kawaki Woameku (Kawaki Woameku)” Ito said the answer.

This song is considered a classic, but the anime adaptation may not be very well-known, and some people might even consider it terrible.

However, the opening theme song "Sound of the End" sung by Minami can definitely be called a divine song.

The score itself was technically impressive, and when combined with the singer's incredible talent, it perfectly expressed despair, struggle, longing, and screams—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a cry from the soul.

But the thought of this song made Ito's expression become unnatural. "Hayakawa, are you sure Asada uses this song to disturb the neighbors every night?"

"Xiaoyou! It's not disturbing the peace! I've listened to it all and can sing it so well, how can it be described as disturbing the peace!" Hayakawa said somewhat displeased.

outstanding......

So it's disturbing the peace. This song was originally intended by Ito for use at a music festival, but Asada couldn't sing it.

Logically speaking, if someone can sing "So Annoying," they shouldn't be unable to sing "Screaming to the Brink," but that's just how it is.

The performance was like children playing house; it was utterly shameful. To put such a performance on stage would be an insult to the audience!

So Ito switched to someone else, but now...

"Ito, if you'd like, I can sing for you once."

Asada's voice came from the doorway, thanks to Hayakawa's habit of not closing the door, allowing the other party to hear the entire conversation.

Her gaze was fixed on Mori behind Ito, and their eyes clashed in the air, sparking intense exchanges.

"I'll sing it as many times as you want, as long as Ito wants to hear it!"

Chapter 225 The conflict escalates, all for the sake of pushing Ito off the cliff!

The warm light from the entrance shone on Asada, who was wearing the Hibiya High School uniform and had some water stains in her hair.

Noticing this, Ito looked behind Asada. Sparse raindrops were blown into the corridor by the wind, and it could be seen by the light of the street lamp that the rain was not heavy.

Asada, carrying a brown handbag, took off her loafers and placed them next to Ito's shoes before walking into the living room.

As Asada approached, Ito could see more clearly: the other's shoulders were wet with raindrops, forming dark areas.

"Asada, why don't you go take a shower first?" Ito suggested, out of concern for his artist.

If she catches a cold because of something so trivial and misses Saturday's music festival, all her previous efforts will be wasted, and Ito cannot afford such a loss.

"Take a bath?" Asada twirled her slightly damp hair with her fingers. "Am I taking a bath by myself?"

"Although I know Ito misses me a lot these past few days, there's no need to be in such a hurry."

Well, Ito shouldn't have spoken.

With Asada, Mori, and Nagano Sae around, Ito will never speak to these three again!

Never again.

"Asada-senpai, you're all wet, you should probably take a shower~" Mori-kami kindly reminded him. "It's okay, I'm here with Yuujin."

Asada Akira caught on to this nickname. Has "Hiruhito" become a regular guest now? She's clearly the one with the closest relationship to Ito, yet the last time she called him Hisahito was at the cultural festival.

"Even though you said that, Chinatsu, I still feel it would be impolite for me to go take a shower with guests present." Asada politely declined Mori's offer and then turned the question to Ito, "Yuu~ Jin~, do you think I'm right?"

The rain was gradually intensifying, making a "pitter-patter" sound as it hit the leaves.

“...That should be correct.” Ito merely affirmed Asada’s question about “the host entertaining the guests.”

As for the hidden meaning that Asada is the hostess or Mori is the guest, Ito said he had no idea and couldn't understand it either.

He didn't even want to correct the way he was called Yujin, even though it gave him goosebumps, it was still better than being torn to pieces.

"A guest?" Mori stirred the untouched tomato noodles with a fork. "As Hisahito's girlfriend, I'll be with him for life sooner or later, so I want to get used to this kind of life in advance."

"Asada-senpai, go take a shower. Do you need me to prepare some hot water for you?"

A dangerous smile appeared on Mori's face, and her words were all about asserting her identity and emphasizing the legitimacy of her being Ito's girlfriend.

With this added layer of identity, it seems that the roles of hostess and guest have been cleverly reversed.

After a moment of silence, Asada nodded and went into Ito's bedroom.

Just when Ito thought Asada would obediently go to take a bath, the bedroom light was turned on, and from his position, he could just see Asada's movements and part of the room's layout.

Strange fabrics, thick black and white lace, inexplicably appeared on his bed, casually placed at the head of the bed.

Asada happened to walk into Ito's field of vision. She stopped in her tracks, seemingly unaware of Ito's gaze and not at all worried about being seen, and began to slowly remove her clothes.

First, she took off her rain-soaked coat, then placed both hands on the skirt around her waist...

Why change clothes right away?

In his room!

As her skirt was unbuttoned and about to be pulled down to expose her bitter tea, Ito quickly looked away, only to meet Mori's probing gaze.

There was no joy in the opponent's eyes at defeating Asada; instead, his face was solemn, showing the caution of facing a formidable enemy, like a Souls-like game battle against a boss that has entered its second form.

"Yujin, why is your forehead so sweaty?" Mori asked Ito with concern.

Reminded by Mori, Ito subconsciously reached out and saw that fine beads of sweat had appeared on his hand. "It's probably because of the rain and the muggy weather."

"Is that so?" Mori asked noncommittally. She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Ito's sweat. "I thought it was because Yuujin was thinking about the erotic scene of Asada-senpai taking a bath, and that made his heart race."

"It seems I misunderstood you, Yujin. As expected, Yujin is not a pervert, not a scumbag who would think about other girls in front of his girlfriend and future wife."

If Ito hadn't been certain that Morigami couldn't see anything in the bedroom from his angle, he would have really thought that he had been caught doing something wrong.

Although he didn't do it on purpose, it seemed as if Asada was deliberately provoking him.

However, it's probably just Ito overthinking things; Asada is simply oblivious to things.

There's no other possibility... No!

Hayakawa, an observer and the only one with no vested interest, quietly took out peanuts and a can of wheat drink from the refrigerator, as if a grand drama was about to unfold.

They're totally treating this place like their own home! Ito glanced at Hayakawa, who seemed to know more about the food in the refrigerator than he, the owner, did.

He clearly remembered that he had never bought peanuts or this drink, and Mori would never have bought them either.

Ito had reason to suspect that Hayakawa had deliberately stored it in his refrigerator so that he wouldn't miss a similar scene.

"Yu~ do you want some too?" Hayakawa picked up a peanut with her chopsticks and handed it to Ito.

"No need," Ito waved his hand in refusal.

In other words, during those few words, footsteps approached from afar, and Asada walked out of the bedroom. Ito didn't dare to turn around immediately; he had to wait for the others' reactions, as there was no guarantee that Asada wouldn't do something unfortunate.

"Asada-senpai?" Moriue spoke first, her tone uncertain and seemingly wary. "What's with you dressed like that...?"

Based on Mori's tone, Ito roughly understood that Asada was probably dressed, but the clothes were a bit strange, though that was a minor matter.

He turned his gaze to Asada with relief, and then quickly turned away after seeing what the other person was wearing.

No!

What on earth is this guy doing?!

"I...I can't button my shirt up, can you help me?" Asada's voice was very close to Ito's, as if she hadn't noticed the problem. She continued, "Ito, what's wrong? Why is your face so red?"

Although he couldn't see it, Ito could tell from the sound of the fabric rubbing that Asada seemed to have given up on the so-called unbuttonable button and instead reached out to him.

Running away would be too embarrassing and would make Ito seem guilty.

If he didn't run away, Ito really didn't want to see such stimulating scenes again.

If it were just underwear, Ito could convince himself with a swimsuit, but Asada's outfit is completely cheating!

While ensuring nothing is missed, it also showcases its greatest strengths.

Suddenly, I remembered something Asada had said before...

Is weight gain really a sign of becoming plump?

absurd!

"Ito, could you help me button this up? It's your clothes, after all, and it still has your scent on it." Asada tugged at Ito's sleeve.

This seems like the simplest thing ever, but the button is in the wrong position!!!

"No need to trouble Yuujin with such a small matter!" Moriue, seeing the high ground was about to fall, immediately returned to defend. "Wearing clothes that don't suit you isn't a good idea~"

“But my clothes aren’t dry yet, and Hisahito’s clothes are very comfortable…” Asada gave a reason that sounded very fake, “The dry ones were left on the balcony and I forgot to bring them in, and now they’ve gotten wet again from the rain.”

Following Asada's words, Ito turned his gaze to the balcony. There were indeed traces of rainwater on the balcony floor, and the clothes on the outermost clothes rack were probably completely soaked.