V1C1 Part4

Translated by Raze Edited by Dark

She was in the same class as me when we were freshmen, but we didn’t have much in common so we barely talked. We greeted each other frequently though, but I can’t remember anything else apart from that. Well, she has quite a strong impression to match with her name and appearance.

Long straight black hair. Though she is a bit short, her breasts are large. Her face is also cute but somehow mysterious. Rather, what stands out the most is the lustre of her skin. Her skin looks like porcelain from afar but was much finer, whiter, and smoother up close.

To be honest, I think she’s much more beautiful than most of the idols out there. The level of existence can be literally called otherworldly.

“A-a-ah…the rumored…delinquent…K-kannonzaka…?”

“Ah, it’s me. From the same school-“

“O-oh, same school as me…or mugger…”

“The way you used our relationship was really lethal, you know. I wonder why so?”

“W-well, perhaps…bread, go buy some bread?”

“Why do you even bother to go to a luxury apartment with such troublesome security…”

I don’t know about you, but I personally prefer onigiri. onigiri

Rather, she seems scared of me. I was a bit frustrated by her obvious fear of me, but I had decided to work hard in this part-time job. Cheer up, me!

Takanashi-san seemed to want to say something, but since we were getting nowhere, I took the initiative.

“I came here hired as a housekeeper, to do the household chores.. Didn’t you hear it from your parents?”

“Housekeeper…”

Takanashi-san chewed on those words with a frown. She seemed rather confused than reluctant, though.

“Aren’t they usually old ladies for that stuff?”

“Ask your parents. I only came because I got introduced to this part-time job. Although, I think you have the right to refuse.”

“…”

After a few seconds of silence, Takanashi-san unbolted the chain lock and beckoned me in while she opened the door. It appears that I have been granted entry. Apparently, it seems like I’ll have to show off my skills.

“Pardon the intrusion.”

As I said that, I removed my shoes and walked in. It was my first time going to a girl’s house.

I was a bit nervous as I proceeded down the corridor, but when I saw the living room, I couldn’t help but hold my head with a hand in reflex.

I had the impression that a girl’s house would be clean, beautiful, small, tidy and decorated with things like scented candles and some interiors such as humidifiers and moisturizers. I had imagined it to be well-organized, clean and tidy.

Let me just put it bluntly.

It was much bigger than my living room, but in a horrible state. Everything was scattered, jumbled up, thrown all over the place. There was nothing ‘well-organized’ in it.

It was a sight that completely annihilated my imagination, that may have been a bit too much. In other words, it seemed that the room was really worth cleaning.

Clothes and other things were left unfolded around the house, and as I looked over to the sink, the dishes were piled up.

There was no doubt it was extremely dirty, but not fatal as if she hadn’t been living alone for long.

And this was just the living room. I don’t even want to know about the bathroom, so I stop thinking about it.

“T-this…people were to come over…about to clean it…in a bit…”

“Is this how you clean up…?”

Her motivation was too low.

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