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

So, even though I rejected so many people and returned other people's princes to them.

Why can't you have mercy on me just this once and give my prince to me alone?

I will cherish it and dedicate my whole life to it.

Staring blankly at the mirrored surface of the tile, I vaguely saw the girl named Naomi Asahina.

She wore a pure white wedding dress, held Miyazawa Itsuki's arm, and had a happy smile on her face.

The two entered the hall amidst the blessings of the crowd, while the girl with light chestnut hair stood pale and lifeless below the stage.

"No... Absolutely not..."

Tsukimi Sakura's pupils became incredibly sharp.

"I cannot accept such an ending."

Since they're not a couple, many things are much easier to handle.

It doesn't matter if you and Miyazawa are closer than I am, and it doesn't matter if he prioritizes seeing you over me.

Love is a war without gunfire.

There is no distinction between noble and despicable means.

There is no first come, first served here; the one who is not loved is the loser.

Even if it means resorting to some despicable methods.

Even if it's just taking advantage of Miyazawa-kun's gentleness.

As long as I'm the one standing by his side in the end...

"...Tsukimi-kun."

"Oh, eh? What is it, Miyazawa-kun?"

Tsukimi Sakura quickly turned her head, revealing her usual gentle expression.

"Could you... wipe my left hand for me?"

Miyazawa Itsuki awkwardly sought help.

Because the right hand cannot get wet, there are some places that are always out of reach.

"Of course, no problem, leave it to me."

Tsukimi Sakuna came to the bathtub and took the bath sponge.

The girl's sweet scent filled Miyazawa Itsuki's nostrils.

A tingling sensation came from her left arm, and Her Highness moved slowly and carefully.

Will it hurt?

"Actually, you could have used more force..."

"Yes... I was too gentle, I'm sorry."

"It's not Tsukimi-san's fault... Well, actually, both kinds of force are acceptable."

They were having a nonsensical conversation.

The body's five senses conveyed complex messages.

This made him realize that he was being served by a young girl in the prime of her life.

She was also a stunningly beautiful young woman, one of the most beautiful women in the world.

To be so lucky.

Even if you didn't save the Milky Way in your past life, you must have saved the solar system in your life before that.

……

After the bath, with the help of Tsukimi Sakura, Miyazawa Itsuki changed into dry clothes.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he felt as if a tremendous burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Despite years of social experience having hardened his skin, accepting a bath service from a beautiful girl his own age was still a bit too much. Especially since the other party was a super beautiful girl like Tsukimi Sakuna.

Thankfully, it wasn't a full bathing service.

Just as the literal meaning suggests, it is simply a substitute for one's inconvenient right hand.

If it really is the kind of service they're talking about, my rationality will definitely crumble first.

After Miyazawa Itsuki walked out of the bathroom, Tsukimi Sakuna announced her departure.

"I need to go back now. See you later, Miyazawa-kun."

Miyazawa Itsuki hesitated slightly.

"Okay... but what does 'see you later' mean?"

"It means exactly what it says."

Tsukimi Sakura casually uttered some terrifying words.

"After I go back and take a shower, I'll come back here and spend the night in the same room as Miyazawa-kun."

"After all, I said I wouldn't go anywhere until Miyazawa-kun is fully recovered."

Chapter 88 Sharing a Room

After leaving behind her impactful words, Her Highness the Saintess left Miyazawa Itsuki's room.

The fever made his brain sluggish, and he didn't have time to organize his thoughts for discussion.

Perhaps it was because Tsukimi Sakuna grasped this point that she acted so swiftly.

Miyazawa Itsuki sat in the chair, holding his burning forehead.

He felt that after he developed a fever, the whole world became as confused as his consciousness.

It was my first absence from school in high school, and it was understandable, given that I had a high fever that I hadn't had in a long time.

The Holy Maiden left school early to take care of him. Soon after, Asahina Oomi also came to visit.

The two exchanged something, and Asahina left without meeting him.

Tsukimi Sakura also started acting strangely.

After that, I received a call for help from Her Highness the Holy Maiden while I was still in a daze.

They arrived at the scene almost at top speed and dealt with the trouble. They sustained a cut on their right hand.

After a long journey from the hospital back to the apartment, Her Highness offered to temporarily take over the work of his right hand.

Not only did she help him take a bath, but she also had to share a room with him.

Miyazawa Itsuki slowly exhaled.

What happened today has left him somewhat overwhelmed.

Especially at night.

The bathing service provided by a high school girl in uniform was too shocking. If it were the normal Miyazawa Itsuki, he would definitely rack his brains to politely refuse such a "reward".

But once a person becomes seriously ill, they lose the energy to refute or think about various matters, and many things are simply accepted and passed by in a daze.

Letting a beautiful girl of the same age watch you take a shower is something you definitely wouldn't do when you're sober.

The same applies to spending the night in a room with a girl.

Back in elementary school, on the day I suddenly realized that "Shiori will grow up to be a beautiful girl."

He then stopped living in the same room as his sister.

Even when Shiori cried and made a fuss, she had no intention of giving in, except for that one time.

Xili threw a tantrum about it for a long time, and it took a lot of effort and expense to appease her.

Later, another girl often played in his room, and when it got too late, she would stay there and not leave.

That's an exception.

Childhood friends are a special group that exists independently of men and women. She always emphasized this to Miyazawa Itsuki.

It's a relationship without any worries, so anything goes.

Even though I knew it was a lie, looking at her face, it was hard to bring myself to ask her to leave.

In a sense, she was also a child he watched grow up.

As elders, we tend to indulge our children's little whims when they are young.

I always think, "I'll just have to firmly reject her when she's a little older."

However, they never said it until the year they parted ways.

Miyazawa Itsuki shook his head.

The past is hard to recall, and he was not one to dwell on it.

Is it because the spirit has endured for a longer period of time, and one is beginning to emulate the elderly in some ways?

Lately, I keep thinking about things from the past.

Miyazawa forced himself to clear his mind for a while, then got up.

Take out spare mats and bedding from the cupboard and spread them on the floor.

Because they were taken out to be washed and dried periodically, neither of them accumulated much dust.

You can just lay it out and sleep right away.

Miyazawa Itsuki thanked his past self for always having something to do.

Seemingly meaningless preparations can unexpectedly yield rewards.

While Miyazawa Itsuki tidied up his bedding and took a short rest.

There was a knock on the door of the rented room; the person knocking was very quiet.

"Please come in."

The half-open door was pushed open, and a stunningly beautiful girl entered the room.

It was Her Highness the Saintess who had finished her bath.

Her slightly damp hair exuded a pleasant fragrance.

Even his amber pupils seemed to be filled with moisture.

Although she was wearing a coat draped over her shoulders, she was actually wearing only thin pajamas underneath.

The light-colored cotton pajamas accentuated the girl's alluring curves.

It's a conservative style, yet it's inexplicably sentimental.

This forced Miyazawa Itsuki to look away.

He coughed:

“Tsukimi-kun, you really don’t need to go to this extent. I only injured my right hand, it’s not like I can’t live a normal life. Staying in the same room overnight to take care of me is going too far.”

Tsukimi Sakura looked at him, her voice soft.

"Miyazawa-kun knows, right? I don't like owing favors to others."

"If Miyazawa-kun is injured because of me, then I will take the place of the injured part and become Miyazawa-kun's support."

"If Miyazawa-kun suffers from mobility issues or even gets into trouble because of his injury, I will not be able to forgive myself."

Miyazawa Itsuki remained silent for a moment.

Although they hadn't spent much time together, he understood the Holy Maiden's personality quite well.

That's definitely something she would say, especially after seeing how much risk she was taking to protect her.

Tsukimi Sakuna is unaware that he possesses street fighting skills and would assume that he is risking his life to fulfill a contract.

Ultimately, regardless of the severity of the injuries, in Tsukimi Sakura's eyes, they were all about the same.

Both cases involved near-fatal incidents, so the favors repaid should be reciprocated equally.