Chapter 13 Netorare Dōtei Yarō demo
#Sareta OtokoI’m Not Just a Cuckolded Virgin
The first day of Golden Week.
I used the navigation app on my smartphone to go to the address she gave me.
Mizunami-san rents a one-bedroom apartment like mine and lives alone, but she lives quite close, about a five-minute bike ride from my house, so it’s easy to get there, but I thought it would be a bad idea to show up empty-handed when she invited me over for the meal, so I went out and bought two packages of strawberries at the convenience store and brought them as a gift when I went to see her.
The apartment building where Mizunami-san lives seems to be for students, just like mine, and her room is on the first floor.
I pressed the intercom and heard [Yes]. She came out right away, but when the front door opened and she came out, she looked completely different from the usual Mizunami-san, so I panicked for a moment, thinking I’d gotten the wrong room.
She usually wears glasses at the university, her hair is often in braids, and I can’t tell if she’s wearing makeup or not, so I don’t get the impression that she’s very bright.
This time, however, she wasn’t wearing glasses, her hair was down, her skirt was short, and she was wearing tights, but I could still see her legs, and her makeup was perfect, so she looked like a normal college girl.
Even though I realized immediately, “Ah, it’s Mizunami-san after all,” I was nervous and acted a little reserved as I handed her the strawberries as a gift, saying, “This is just a little thing, but…”.
After being let in, I was shown to a room and sat down, feeling nervous.
“You didn’t have to be so considerate. But thank you for your hospitality.”
“No, it’s my pleasure. I was looking forward to your soba.”
“You seem a little different from the usual Sakamoto-kun, don’t you? You seem a little…reserved? Like a borrowed cat.”
Well, if you say so, Mizunami-san, you’re a little different too.
“Yeah, well, I guess so. Maybe I’m a little nervous because it’s a girl’s room after all.” Haha-Haha.
“Ufufu. I’m going to get ready now, so please make yourself comfortable.”
“Yeah, don’t mind.”
After giving me some cold tea, Mizunami-san clattered her slippers into the kitchen, put on an apron, and started cooking.
While I was waiting, I looked around the room.
I think the room was the same size as mine.
But the kitchen is spacious and there are two doors, so I wonder if the bathroom and toilet are separate.
The rent seems to be more expensive than my room.
Also, Mizunami-san was dressed in a more girly style than usual, but the inside of the room was just as I usually imagined it, with lots of difficult-looking technical books, literary works, and paperbacks, making it the kind of room you’d expect from a serious, studious Mizunami-san.
I turned my eyes to Mizunami-san, who was cooking in the kitchen. She looked busy, but she seemed to be very skilled and used to it.
“Mizunami-san, do you always cook for yourself? You seem to be used to it and good at it.”
“Un. I try to cook as much as possible when I eat at home. I actually wanted to save money and make lunch boxes every day. I’m still busy and don’t have the time, so I’ll do that once I get used to this new lifestyle.”
“That’s amazing, right? I’m not used to cooking, so I make curry for several days at a time and get by.”
“It is indeed hard to live alone, but you have to think about nutritional balance, right?”
“That’s true, but it’s not that easy.”
“Then should I go to Sakamoto-kun’s house to cook next time?”
“I’m sorry I’m too dependent on you. I’m very dependent on you, even in class too.”
“Don’t worry. I have fun, too.” Ufufu.
While we chatted, Mizunami-san continued to cook skillfully, and when she finished plating the food, she carried two bowls at a time to the low table where I was waiting, and at the end, she also arranged a small bowl of pickles.
As I had been told in advance, there was a large bowl of grated daikon radish on top of the soba noodles.
The smell of the bonito broth had been whetting my appetite for a while, and I couldn’t wait to start eating, so when Mizunami-san took off her apron and sat across from me, I clasped my hands vigorously, said “Itadakimasu!” and picked up my chopsticks.
I crumbled a pile of grated daikon with the tip of my chopsticks and dissolved it in some broth before picking at the noodles and starting to eat.
It certainly had a unique chewy texture.
The texture is different from the soba I eat in my hometown.
Above all, the grated daikon radish provided a refreshing contrast to the rich broth, making it easy to eat.
“How is it? Do you like it?”
“Yes. It’s very delicious. It’s my first time eating Echizen soba, but maybe because we’re from the same snowy area, the broth is similar to the one from my hometown, and I like it quite a bit. Oh, I’ll have some pickles, too.”
“Yes, please. But it’s good; it suits your taste. It was the first time someone other than my family ate my food, so I was nervous.” Ufufu.
“Wow, Mizunami-san, I was surprised at how good you are at cooking, too.”
“Were you surprised? I look so clumsy and innocent, don’t I? I guess I didn’t look like a good cook either!”
Mizunami-san stopped moving her chopsticks and stared at me with a little bit of resentment in her eyes, which was unusual for her.
“Ah, no, that’s not what I meant. Well, I was just surprised in the sense that you’re good at studying, you’re good at caring for others, and you’re a good cook. (Don’t you have too much feminine charm?) That’s right! I was surprised because I thought you would be a good wife! I’m jealous of Mizunami-san’s future husband! Or something like that?” Aha-ahahaha.
“Eh! A wife!?”
I don’t know; the more excuses I make, the more I feel like I’m getting stuck in a ditch….
“These pickles are also delicious! They’re sweet and sour, and I think I’m getting addicted to them!”
I tried to forcefully change the subject, but Mizunami-san said, “I’m not thinking about marriage yet…” and so the atmosphere became heavy.
Well, you’re still 18. I know that much.
It’s just an example. It shows how good a cook you are.
Mizunami-san is different now; it’s a bit difficult.
Is it true that women’s hearts are complicated and hard to understand?
It’s a bit difficult.
With Chika, things were very clear, so it was rare for the atmosphere to become so unclear.
Could it be….
Am I being tested on my communication skills?
Is this a test of how well you can read a woman’s mind and have a fun conversation with her without making her feel uncomfortable?
As someone who wants to be a teacher, I probably need something like that.
Of course, if I become a teacher, I’ll have to deal with female students.
Maybe Mizunami-san is starting to feel uncomfortable with me because I usually show such a pathetic side.
I have to give her a good show!
That I’m not just a cuckolded v🬀🬀gin!
“Come to think of it, Mizunami-san looks really cute today. The glasses are calm and nice, but when you take them off, the atmosphere becomes softer and very cute. The clothes are stylish, and the skirt is fresh too….”
There is no girl who doesn’t like to be complimented on her looks.
The source is Chika.
If Chika is in a bad mood, just say, “You are cute today!” and it will fix everything.
“I-I think so. I usually wear glasses at home too, but today I wanted to change things up a bit.” Ehehehe.
See.