The Top Idol Next Door Can't Help But Crave My Guilty Pleasure Meals-Chapter 7Volume 2 .1 - Suzufumi no Bāka ②

ROUND 7 – Suzufumi no Bāka ② 1

When it comes to hot spring resorts in Japan, places like Atami, Kusatsu, Hakone, and Yufuin are the famous ones.

According to the couple in room 808, who consider hot spring trips their hobby, our country has nearly three thousand hot spring resorts.

This includes not only the aforementioned tourist spots but also countless ones in Tokyo.

The hotel we’re staying at is one of them, where we can enjoy the natural hot springs drawn up from underground to our heart’s content.

The moment of sinking into a bathtub many times larger than the one at home is nothing short of bliss.

Stretching out my legs and soaking up to my shoulders in the hot water… it feels as though all worries and anxieties could dissipate with the steam.

However, that’s just the feeling it gives, and in reality, it’s not a solution to any of my problems right now.

“…”

It was decided that Yuzuki and I would stay in the same room tonight just a few dozen minutes ago.

According to the person who proposed this, it’s a two-day, one-night stay tour with an idol event.

It’s been a while since I’ve received an idol-like approach from Yuzuki.

Yes, this is all part of Yuzuki’s strategy. She’s trying to make my heart race and win me over as a fan of the idol Arisu Yuzuki.

It’s definitely not about her wanting to spend the night with me or cross any lines.

Therefore, there’s absolutely no need for me to be flustered.

Forgetting my hand towel in the room and accidentally dousing myself with cold water instead of the hot water next to the sauna is just me being a klutz. 

And even at this moment, the fact that Yuzuki might be on the other side of the wall without a stitch of clothing has nothing to do with me.

That being said, I thought I should thoroughly wash my body one more time before getting out of the bath.

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Exiting the changing room, I sat down on the bench opposite.

There was no sign of Yuzuki around. It seems I got out first.

The cool breeze in the hallway felt nice.

Yuzuki and I had agreed to meet here on this bench.

It’s because a card key is needed to operate the elevator, so we had no choice but to return to the room together.

After a few minutes of waiting, a girl emerged from behind the ‘Women’s Bath’ curtain.

“Suzufumi, sorry to keep you waiting.”

Dressed in yujkata, Yuzuki approached me.

Her slightly damp black hair hung over her shoulders. Steam rose faintly from her body.

Her flushed face exuded a sense of allure, and even the gesture of pushing back her hair seemed somewhat charming.

“…You could have dried your hair first.”

“Mmm, but I don’t have to worry about people watching if I use the dryer in the room.”

Her damp hair seemed glossier than usual, almost like silk.

“Oh, are you perhaps mesmerized by my hair?”

Yuzuki narrowed her eyes mischievously with a grin.

“…As if.”

It was a lie.

Despite trying not to pay attention, my gaze was drawn to her.

“Since you have an all-you-can-look pass, make sure to etch my yukata appearance into your memory, okay?”

Yuzuki pinched the sleeve of her yukata and twirled it around.

As expected of an active idol, even a simple turn felt sharp and precise.

Fresh out of the bath, Yuzuki was, of course, without makeup.

However, the makeup-free Yuzuki looks a bit childish and more adorable than usual.

Her amber eyes, her dignified eyebrows, and her pale cherry-colored lips have not lost any of their charm.

“…then, should we head back to our room?”

“Ah, yeah.”

‘Our room.’ It shouldn’t mean anything deep, but I could feel my heartbeat quickening.

As I stood up, Yuzuki came right up beside me.

The scent of shampoo wafted from her hair. The sweet smell lured me in, so I couldn’t help but glance sideways as we walked together.

Fortunately, there was no one else on the floor. We boarded the elevator side by side.

The floor with the Japanese-style room was on the eighth floor, just like our apartment building.

I don’t want to tell her, but the memory of us intertwining pinkies in the elevator of our apartment made my heart flutter slightly right now.

Back in the room, I finally began to feel more at ease. Even though we’re often alone together in the apartment, being in a hotel somehow made me much more conscious of her.

Calm down, Mamori Suzufumi. All I need to think about is providing relaxation for Yuzuki.

While Yuzuki was drying her hair in the washroom, I decided to take a break in the spacious engawa at the back.

I thought I’d switch my mood by looking at the scenery outside.

(TN: Engawa)

Eventually, Yuzuki returned from the washroom and began stretching in the center of the tatami room.

She tilted her head from side to side and stretched the backs of her knees while lying face down. Maybe because it’s hard to stretch while dressed heavily, she had taken off her Hanten (winter coat) for the time being.

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Our eyes met in the reflection of the window glass.

“Suzufumi, you’re definitely staring at me, aren’t you?”

“…it’s just a coincidence.”

“Sure-sure. If you’re going to stare at me, you might as well help me out.”

After being beckoned over, I move in front of Yuzuki.

“Since it’s a good opportunity, help me with some pair stretching. Come on, stretch your legs.”

As I sat on the tatami and extended my legs, Yuzuki sat cross-legged directly opposite me.

The soles of my feet touched Yuzuki’s ankles. The glimpse of skin peeking out from her yukata made my heart skip a beat.

“Next, stretch both arms forward.”

Yuzuki crossed her arms and then grabbed each of my wrists.

“Now, pull your body back as hard as you can. Like this.”

“O-okay.”

As I pulled on her wrists, Yuzuki, still sitting cross-legged, leaned forward and let out a “Hnnhg.”

“Sorry, did that hurt?”

“No, I’m fine… don’t stop halfway.”

If it’s taken out of context, the words sounded dubious.

Maybe it’s because my mind is already tainted.