Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend.

He fell silent, stumped by his own absurd idea.

They've never been in a relationship, so how can there be talk of infidelity or a chaotic situation?

Moreover, to say that both Tsukimi Sakuna and Asahina Omi have fallen in love with [Miyazawa Itsuki] is far too superficial.

That's a dream that only comes from someone who feels extremely good about themselves.

"...Am I out of my mind?"

Miyazawa Itsuki fell into a brief period of self-doubt.

……

Mori-suke Cafe.

Tsukimi Sakura was washing cups in the kitchen.

One thing at a time, repeated mechanically.

Only when you are doing something do you not have the time to let your mind wander.

Some things only become more painful the more you think about them.

Miyazawa-kun's...girlfriend.

Tsukimi Sakura knew herself well; she had been a pessimist since childhood.

In everything we do, we always consider and prepare for the worst possible outcome.

The moment I saw Naomi Asahina, all the uneasy thoughts in my mind came together.

A pretty girl who cares about Miyazawa-kun, a female customer who is very persistent about him, has already made plans for the weekend...

These things can make you feel uneasy.

why.

She understood what her subconscious fears were.

The biggest obstacle between me and Miyazawa-kun is not that he doesn't notice me.

Such things, if left unresolved over time, will eventually clear up and reveal the truth.

But what if Miyazawa already has a girlfriend, or rather, someone he's mutually attracted to?

Then you lose the fertile ground for your efforts.

No matter how unwilling you are, it's no use.

This relationship didn't go wrong along the way.

They weren't even given the right to set off.

Some people were already at the finish line, holding their cups.

Tsukimi Sakura's hand trembled slightly as she held the cup.

Naomi Asahi.

She was a girl so beautiful that even she herself was amazed.

She has beautiful long blonde hair, a cute face, and an outstanding figure. She's said to be a professional model.

Such a dazzlingly beautiful girl.

I think any boy would like that.

She glanced down at it discreetly.

There is no chance of winning.

These innate qualities are largely unaffected by effort after birth.

Besides, that child is not only very cute.

Even their material conditions are far superior to mine.

It's said that working as a top model for a large company earns significantly more than a student like her who works part-time.

Even the gifts given to Miyazawa-kun were clearly carefully selected brand-name products.

What did I give as a gift this time?

When I came to visit Miyazawa-kun, I didn't buy anything.

The disparity is obvious to anyone with eyes to see.

Being with that child would be much better than choosing a poor single-parent family like mine.

A hint of self-mockery appeared in Tsukimi Sakura's eyes.

Cinderella also dreams of becoming a princess.

Even Cinderella had a pair of glass slippers imbued with magic.

I have nothing but some clumsy things.

My strengths lie in housework, cooking, and studying...

Thinking about it carefully, isn't this just a maid?

Tsukimi Sakura bit her lip.

After silently washing the cups, she walked out of the kitchen.

It was already 9:30 p.m., time to get off work.

If it were yesterday, I would have waited at the front desk for Miyazawa-kun to finish cleaning up the kitchen, and then we would go home together.

"Let's go home together"—what a heartwarming phrase.

It all seems like a cruel twist of fate now.

I've already become addicted to the happiness that belongs to someone else, even though I've only stolen a taste of it.

But dreams must eventually end, and the only saving grace is that it's not too late to turn back now.

Tsukimi Sakuna stared blankly at the night sky.

Can I really turn back?

Can we give up so easily?

There is no answer.

She forced herself to take a step and walked alone through the streets of Tokyo at night.

A cold wind blew across her body, and she couldn't help but tighten her coat.

The temperature difference between day and night has been quite large lately, which is probably why Miyazawa caught a cold.

It's so cold, just like my mood.

A few hundred meters after Tsukimi Sakuna left Mori-zumi Cafe.

A figure emerged from the dark corner, his gaze fixed intently on her back.

"...I've finally found you, my beloved, Your Highness."

……

The street not far from the apartment was deserted.

Tsukimi Sakura sensed something was amiss.

There was always a slippery and disgusting feeling lingering around me.

It's like they're being watched by something.

For the time being, it was just a suspicion, but when she deliberately changed direction and moved forward, that feeling only disappeared for a moment before it lingered again.

She was certain that someone was following her.

A familiar fear surfaced in my mind.

This time, neither Sasaki Hina nor Miyazawa-kun were by her side.

Sakura Tsukimi forced her trembling hands to press the button on her phone to call her emergency contact.

Previously, my emergency contact was my mother.

But to be honest, my mother works the night shift, and her workplace is quite far from me.

Even if you do get in touch, there's no guarantee it will be helpful.

Therefore, at Miyazawa's suggestion, the emergency contact person became Miyazawa Itsuki.

The phone rang for a while before being answered.

"Hello? Tsukimi-kun."

The boy's voice was still a little hoarse, but it was inexplicably reassuring.

As agreed, Tsukimi Sakura turned on speakerphone and made sure her voice was loud enough for others to hear clearly.

"Miyazawa-kun, are you waiting for me at the station ahead? Yes, I'll be right there."

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, with only the faint sound of wind.

Sakuna Tsukimi suppressed her unease and continued speaking.

"Does Miyazawa-kun want some pan-fried pork cutlet today? No problem. As for the rest, let's go to the supermarket together later."

Following Miyazawa Itsuki's advice, Tsukimi Sakuna makes emergency calls at special times, pretending to be talking to a male friend and acting as if they will meet up immediately.

Even if it doesn't deter the criminals immediately, the fact that the phone is always open will make them hesitant to act.

Sure enough, the figure who had been following them soon became anxious.

"Damn it, who is she contacting? Does she have a boyfriend?"

How dare you? How could you do this?

However, all of this is predicated on the fact that the perpetrator must have normal human thinking and logic.

For some reason, the figure became inexplicably angry and decided to reveal his whereabouts, running directly towards Tsukimi Sakura.

Tsukimi Sakura noticed footsteps behind her and glanced quickly, only to see a fully armed man.

Masks, sunglasses, and every inch of their skin were covered by fabric, clearly indicating that they had come prepared.

Their menacing demeanor was enough to inspire fear.

Tsukimi Sakura gripped her phone tightly.

"Stop, I've already called the police."

But the warning didn't stop the man, or rather, he didn't care anymore.

"You've already ruined everything for me. What good will calling the police do? Do you think that'll scare me? Don't be naive!"

The man's excited and somewhat childish voice sounded rather young.

Tsukimi Sakura was stunned.

"You are... Yoshida-kun?"

"I never expected that the Holy Maiden would still remember me. She knows who I am without even seeing my face. I didn't know I left such a deep impression on the Holy Maiden."

Seeing that things had come to this point, the man named Yoshida simply took off his mask.

Beneath the mask was a haggard young man.

Although he looks young, he appears unkempt due to his long-term neglect of his appearance.

He wore an expression that was both crying and laughing:

"Do you know, Tsukimi-kun, I have nothing left. Reputation, relationships, family, nothing at all."

"I didn't expect you to still remember me. Very well, this trip back to Tokyo is to leave you with an even deeper memory than last time. I promise, I'll make sure Your Highness never forgets me for the rest of your life."

Yoshida's voice grew faster and faster. He stared at Tsukimi Sakuna with a disgusted look.

"This time, it's not just a failed stalking attempt."

Tsukimi Sakura's face was pale.