The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 1Volume .2 - Ill Make You My Fan!

ROUND 1 – I’ll Make You My Fan! 2  

『…Okay. I’ll open it now.』

After a slight pause, a modest tone of approval came in response.

The voice sounded quite young. Late twenties—no, maybe early twenties.

If that’s the case, it’s natural for her to be wary of a male visitor.

If a woman comes out, I’ll increase the tone of my voice by twenty percent and my smile by fifty percent——

The curtain on the stage rises as the door opens.

The slender white hand that appeared through the gap seemed almost too delicate to belong to a human being.

Her eyes, radiant like the sun, seemed to instantly captivate anyone who looked into them.

There is a sweet scent that wafts in from either her house aromatherapy or perhaps it originates from her.

As if the opening of a show had begun, I was enveloped in an extraordinary atmosphere.

Perhaps the door to room 810 was a bridge connecting the stage and the audience.

“Sorry to keep you waiting——”

At that moment, I forgot to force a smile.

Because the person who appeared before me was a very beautiful girl.

She was neither a career woman dressed sharply in a suit nor a party-goer in flashy clothes.

She was a girl with a slender figure well-suited in a white knit and short denim, clearly a girl my age.

“I’m sorry, I knew that someone had moved into the next room… but I was responding like, ‘Could it be a door-to-door salesman?I thought the apartment had an auto-lock’. I must have come across as rude huh?”

Her long, glossy, and beautiful black hair was flowing like a clear stream over her shoulders.

The light in her pale eyes was a noble amber reminiscent of champagne.

“No, not at all. I didn’t think you were rude…”

“Is that so? Ah, then I’m glad.”

The girl placed her hand on her chest as if to express her relief.

Then she stepped forward and brought her face closer to mine.

With a gaze as vulnerable and endearing as a cat that has let down its guard, she stared at me.

Her eyes sparkled like jewels, her brows suggested a dignified strength, her nose was well-defined, and her lips were a pale cherry color.

The features of her face were arranged in their perfect size and place——She was so beautiful that I couldn’t help but feel as if I were appreciating a work of art.

The girl smiled nonchalantly after meeting my gaze.

“Is something wrong?”

I felt as if I could hear the sound effect of a smile. It was the perfect textbook example of a smile.

Her natural smile combined a womanly charm with an age-appropriate innocence.

I felt embarrassed about my own calculated attempt to ‘increase my smile by fifty percent.’

“Ah… my name is Mamori Suzufumi and I’ve been living next door in room 809 since the other day. Along with my father and mother, I look forward to being in your care!”

The greeting I had mentally prepared blew away, and in my embarrassment and nervousness, I blurted out my full name…

The girl seemed to sense what was in my heart and smiled modestly.

“My name is Sasaki Yuzuki and I live in Room 810. Mamori-san, nice to meet you.”

I honestly felt my heart flutter at her lovely smile.

There was no sign of her parents coming out. It seems that Sasaki-san is home alone.

“Oh, right, here.”

Feeling my face grow hot, I hurriedly handed over a paper bag.

“I apologize for not including a formal gift ribbon, but please enjoy this with your family.”

“Wow thank you! Is this candy?”

“…It’s…pork…”

“Yes?”

Sasaki-san’s expression stiffens as she receives the paper bag.

“…It’s pork.”

“Pork…”

Sasaki-san looked bewilderedly into the paper bag. Of course, that’s to be expected.

Normally, giving something like long-lasting cookies or coffee would be the standard in situations like this.

What kind of situation involves offering raw pork to a teenage girl who looks like this?

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Now my body started to feel hot for a reason different from excitement.

Then my mouth started moving on its own——

“Ah, you see, my parents run an izakaya (JP pub). It has finally started doing well in recent years, but the apartment we used to live in was demolished. When we talked about renovating the shop for residential use, we realized it was just too small for three people to live in, so we ended up moving here. Right now, we’re actually having a fair at the shop featuring a brand of pork called ‘Platinum Pork.’ Are you familiar with it? It’s a breed that’s a cross between three different bloodlines, known for its tender meat and fine muscle fibers. It’s a brand of pork that has a rich flavor of fat without being too heavy and leaves a refreshing aftertaste. The cut we have this time is pork belly, which is of course great for grilling and also for shabu-shabu or stewing… It’s delicious…”

What am I spilling to someone I’ve just met?

Sasaki-san continued to stare into the paper bag, not uttering a single word.

She gazed intently at the contents as if she had forgotten my existence.

This is bad, she must be totally put off.

Dad, Mom, I’m sorry

It’s probably my fault if things have gotten awkward with the neighbor

“Ginger pork…”

“What?”

“Meat-wrapped rice balls… Char siu…”

Sasaki-san was murmuring the names of various dishes with eyes sparkling like a child receiving presents from Santa Claus.

“…Sasaki-san?”

“Ah! S-sorry! I haven’t had a pork belly in so long, I just got carried away!”

I’m completely taken aback by her unexpected reaction.

Does this mean she liked it?

“Thank you very much… I’ll try it next time.”

Sasaki-san’s mood shifts suddenly, and she offers a feeble smile.

I totally understand the feeling of embarrassment after getting carried away in front of others.

I just made the same mistake a few seconds ago.

“…Well then, I’ll be off… I look forward to working with you…”

“Yes…”

The sound of the door closing was as feeble as her voice.

We parted with a somewhat awkward atmosphere.

Still, it seemed like she was happy with that somehow.

I pray that she’ll show me her usual charming smile again the next time we meet.