Childhood Friends Became Popular Idols ~The Sweet Girls Are Supporting Me~
幼馴染たちが人気アイドルになった～甘々な彼女たちは俺に貢いでくれている～
Osananajimi-tachi ga Ninki Idol ni Natta ~Amaamana Kanojotachi wa Ore ni Mitsuide Kurete iru~
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13 - Thoughtful scum can be troublesome
"Yo, sorry to keep you waiting."
I said as I placed my bag on my seat and raised my hand greeting the two of them.
"Mmm, Good morning, Kazu-kun!"
"Morning. You're still late as usual, you sleepyhead."
Both of them returned my morning greeting in their own way.
The sense of distance between us childhood friends hadn't changed since the old days. This was a common scene that could be seen at any school.
However, what made this scene different from the norm was that the girls who exchanged greetings with me were overwhelmingly beautiful, each with outstanding appearances.
"I just happened to go through some stuff... Hmm? Did you change your shampoo, Setsuna? I feel like the scent is a little different from usual."
"Ahh! You noticed? I did a shampoo commercial job yesterday! So I got some samples and tried them out!"
I felt that the scent tickled my nose was somehow different, so I pointed it out. Then Setsuna smiled happily as she nodded in agreement with my question.
She seemed happy that I noticed that change. I remember reading in a book that girls are happy when someone notices these small changes, and it seems that this is no different with childhood friends who have been with you for a long time.
"I see. You're doing something like an idol."
"I am really an idol, okay~. But I'm happy... Kazu-kun, you always notice it right away. After all, Kazu-kun always keeps an eye on me."
"Of course. You are an important existence for me, someone who will support me for a lifetime. I don't want you to break your body, so I'll always pay attention to you, you know?"
"Kazu-kun......"
Setsuna stared at me with moist eyes.
Her outstanding cuteness and overflowing radiance, which clearly stood out even among people of the same age, attracted everyone's attention.
As an idol, her smile had fascinated many people, so even in this classroom alone, it was clear that she was drawing attention and gazes.
"He's wooing her again..." "Now it's Takanashi-san... Damn it, why it must be such a bastard like him..." "Isn't what he's saying just plain scummy?" "He has zero intention of hiding his scumminess. He's amazing in a way." "Maybe being that open is what makes him more popular... I don't get it..."
Ignoring the commotion around me, I approached Setsuna and stretched out my hand.
"Ah..."
"The texture feels nice too. Maybe you should try using this shampoo brand from now on?"
I lightly stroked her head, and the texture felt truly good.
Well, Setsuna's hair had been good to begin with, so it might not change much, but having a reason to compliment her was important.
I may be a man who doesn't want to work, but I wouldn't hesitate to put in the effort to manage the motivation of my childhood friend.
For me, this childhood friend was a goldmine, and in order to keep receiving allowance, these little acts of earning her favor were essential.
"Yes... If Kazu-kun says so, then I'll do it. So, stroke more..."
So, in response to Setsuna's request, I stroked her head more, but suddenly the hem of my blazer was tugged.
As I turned to look at it, I saw my silver-haired childhood friend averted her eyes and pinched my uniform with her fingertips.
"Arisa?"
"......That commercial, I was in it too."
Arisa said that while still avoiding eye contact.
Her voice sounded curt, but her cheeks were slightly flushed.
Seeing that, I immediately sensed what this dishonest childhood friend was hoping for.
"I see. Sorry, Arisa. I'm slow to notice."
I reached out my free hand towards Arisa's head.
It was a bit of a hassle to stroke both of their heads at the same time, but it wasn't a big deal either.
Arisa's silver hair, shining with luster, welcomed my palm with a softness different from Setsuna's black hair.
"Mm... It's not... I don't care."
"It looks like you're enjoying it. Come to think of it, Arisa, you like being stroked on the head more, don't you?"
"That's not true. I'm not a child..."
While saying that, Arisa narrowed her eyes like a cat.
It was obvious to anyone that she was feeling good being stroked by me, but I didn't feel the need to point it out.
"Why... why, Arisa-chan, why? Why do you let a scumbag like him stroke your head..." "Hey, shall we bury that bastard? If we all do it together, it shall work, right?" "I'd rather hang him" "Arisa, she's being deceived... I have to help her..." "My brain's gonna be destroyed..." "Unforgivable, Scum-hara Trash-zumaaaaaa...!"
Ignoring the resentment-filled voices in the classroom, I decided to continue the conversation with my childhood friends.
~"(This is a Translation Content of pemudatunawisata[dot]my[dot]id. so, read only on there, kay~)"~
[End of Chapter]
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