My stepmother's burden is my ex-girlfriend.

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...But surrounded by women with H-cups and F60s, the comparison is...

In the mirror, a woman with a stern face was seen rubbing her breasts.

Is the world refusing to let me have confidence? With a figure like mine, I should be able to act all high and mighty, but because everyone around me is so out of line, I can't act that way... And those two girls with exceptionally perfect figures are the least likely to find boyfriends right now, which is really ironic.

Mizuto has already gotten used to Higashi's figure; do you think my body can compete with hers...? Probably not...? Probably not...

After the futile breast enhancement massage, I used a washcloth soaked in shower gel to thoroughly scrub every inch of my body. I have my strengths, so I can only believe that.

Then I took the time to wash my hair carefully, and muttered to myself as I turned off the shower.

Tonight... I'm finally stepping into adulthood.

What I couldn't finish two years ago, I can finally get to the end.

I have made up my mind.

Okay, let's go!

"........."

Thump thump thump.

I used a hairdryer to dry my hair.

"........."

Thump thump thump.

Shuidou came out after taking a shower.

"........."

Thump thump thump.

We said goodnight at the door of the room.

"........."

Thump thump thump.

I wrapped myself in a soft cotton quilt.

"........."

Strange—?

I stared at the dark ceiling with bloodshot eyes from insomnia, and questions welled up in my mind.

How could he go to bed without anything happening? That's strange. How could this be? How could this happen?

Isn't it today? Haven't you put down your "pure and innocent" image from the student council yet? I thought that as soon as it got late, an unspoken signal would appear, and I'd be naturally pushed down by him without saying anything!

……Um?

It goes without saying? No need to say anything special? It's natural?

It lacks any specificity.

I get it, I get it, so that's how it is. I'm so stupid, I didn't even think of that.

For ordinary couples, simply being in the same room already constitutes a certain degree of consensus.

If they are living together, most of them have already had that kind of experience, so they should have a fixed code for that kind of time.

But I struggled with the water, and found neither.

Living together is a given, but we have no relevant experience or fixed, proper code words—being in a situation where we can start anytime makes us unsure when to begin.

That's right.

We've lost the way of subtly indicating when to act!

The stalemate could only continue until one of them said, "I want to do something lewd!"

Irito Mizuto ◆ Day 2, Part 0

Clutching a stubborn, clinging drowsiness like mud, I greeted the morning.

Nothing happened.

It failed to create a romantic and enchanting atmosphere.

There were absolutely no incidents like the woman coming to attack me at night.

Of course.

It's impossible for things to automatically turn out that way just because we live together and our parents aren't around.

You must give a signal first.

Otherwise, you have to get the other party's signal.

Otherwise, nothing can happen.

But—that's right.

This is a self-evident truth.

It's too embarrassing to say "I want to be intimate" first.

If possible...

Yes, I mean if possible.

If she's willing to create that kind of atmosphere—giving me an OK signal—I'm more likely to cooperate.

Without this, I would seem too eager, which would also be tantamount to confirming that guy's usual slanderous remarks about me being a "secretly lecherous pervert."

In other words—

Irito Yume ◆ Day 2, Part 0

—If you bring it up first, you've already lost.

While carefully hand-washing the winning lingerie at the sink, I finally understood the rules of the game for the first time.

I cannot bring it up on the guise of my pure and responsible dignity. It would be too embarrassing.

Therefore, I had to lure the man into speaking—to get him to say, "I want to do lewd things!"

This is that kind of game.

Who will have the upper hand during this once-in-a-lifetime experience?

It's not hard to foresee that a war that will affect people's entire lives has already begun!

Irito Mizuto ◆ Day 2, Part 1

After taking off my pajamas and changing into my loungewear, I carefully stepped down the stairs.

Every step I take reflects my determination.

From the past to the present, we've had countless pointless squabbles. The best example is the "sibling rule," a speechless game of who's the boss. We try every means to prove that we don't have any ulterior motives, and that the other person is the one with ulterior motives, then lay out the evidence in broad daylight to try and gain a sense of superiority. We've had these kinds of unproductive arguments repeatedly under one roof.

This will be the last war.

Tonight, we will finally remove the barrier that we take for granted separating a man and a woman—who gets the credit for this will foreshadow our future.

Since junior high school, I've always considered myself to be one step ahead of my daughters.

Who knew that now she's a student council member, while I'm just a student—however, I must make her understand that these titles and ranks are meaningless. I must clearly tell her that I have no intention of following in her footsteps.

I must prove that your boyfriend still intends to continue being the object of your admiration.

Therefore, I will not easily reveal my desires.

I won't let a once-in-a-lifetime memory be called a mistake from my youth.

With an air of authority, I pushed the frosted glass sliding door aside.

In this in-between time between morning and noon, Jie Nu, the good girl, had already gotten up and was reading on the sofa.

She looked up as soon as she noticed me.

"Good morning."

After saying that brief sentence, his eyes returned to the pages of the book.

I replied, "...Good morning," and then went to the kitchen. I took out two slices of toast and put them in the toaster. I set the timer for five minutes.

During this break, I took some water from the refrigerator to soothe my throat, while glancing sideways at Jie Nu's expression.

Looking at her fake serious expression... she doesn't understand my feelings at all.

The toaster beeped, and I placed two slices of toast on a plate and took it to the dining room. Then I took some butter from the refrigerator.

I spread the cream on the golden toast and took a bite.

At the same time, he started scrolling through his phone with his other hand. Let's check Izana's account.

After a while,

"Ugh."

Suddenly, a voice came out to me from the sofa.

"Um?"

As I answered her question, I looked over and saw that Jie Nu had turned around and was facing me.

"What should we do tonight?"

My heart skipped a beat.

She said tonight... is going to...

"dinner."

The next sentence immediately dispelled the tension.

Oh, so you were asking about dinner...

"Either is fine... You can cook yourself or order takeout. My dad gives me money for meals."

"Then I'll cook it myself."

"Why go to all this trouble?"

"That's rare."

"Just this reason?"

"It's rare to order takeout, but it's just the two of us, so it doesn't feel like a party."

That's what makes it "rare".

"This is so troublesome..."

"You can leave it to me to do, that's fine."

"I'm still not entirely at ease."

"You don't trust me at all."

I don't want to end this important day with a stomachache.

"Then, shall we go grocery shopping later?"

"Are you out of vegetables at home?"

"Yes, but I don't know what to cook with it."

"You can always make curry or fried rice, right?"

"No! It looks like something a single guy living alone would eat."

"I don't understand what you're vain about..."

"I hope you'll remember to praise your lovely girlfriend's ambition."

Seeing Jie Nu pouting defiantly, I scoffed.

"Okay, sure."

"Um?"

"I'll be your porter and consultant."