The next day arrived.
I dressed neatly to head over to Souta’s house.
Ah, of course, “neatly” meant my usual short shorts and tank top.
What, you call this neat?
It’s neat in NTR Man style.
Anyway, I stood in front of the mirror brushing my teeth, staring at my face.
‘Hm.
Even I have to admit I’m handsome.
Though this body’s not really mine.’ My looks were hot enough that even the girl next door would approve.
Ah, not that I have a girl next door, of course.
I spotted some creepy old guy while farming items yesterday.
Anyway, after getting dressed so neatly, I slipped on my shoes at the entryway and called out to Mom—no, to the moms.
“Should I call before staying for dinner?” “Sure thing.
Be safe~” “Don’t be a bother to Souta’s mom.” “Got it.” With greetings exchanged, I headed off to Souta’s place.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Drip!
Drip!
Drip!
Under the scorching sun, on the way to Souta’s house.
“Ughhh…
It’s so hot…” I was dying from the heat.
The reason?
Obviously this insane heatwave.
‘What the hell is with this heat?’ Even I, who’d lived through Korea’s infamous “Hell Joseon” summers, couldn’t adapt to this.
I was practically crawling along halfway to the ground.
Another hour like this, and I’d melt for sure.
Luckily, Souta’s house was just ten minutes away, so I made it before turning into a puddle.
Arriving at Souta’s, I forgot the heat for a moment and stood in awe.
I had no idea the exact size, but it was a two-story mansion that more than earned the name.
‘Saw it in the game and while farming, but damn, Souta’s family is loaded.’ But why does Souta’s mom always do her own grocery shopping?
I pressed the doorbell, pondering that to myself.
-Ding-dong!
“Hello!
It’s Takuya, Souta’s friend!” I spoke into the intercom, and soon Souta’s mom’s voice came through.
[You’re here already?
Just wait a moment~] In response, I stood patiently by the gate.
Just as I started fantasizing about plunging into the sea like Icarus to cool off under the sun…
Souta’s mom—no, Miyuki—hurriedly flung open the door and stepped out.
“Oh my!
Look at you, drenched in sweat.
If I’d known the weather was this bad, I’d have come out sooner.
Sorry about that.” Saying so, Souta’s mom grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.
Honestly, it was so hot I didn’t have the energy to resist or even respond.
I let her lead me meekly by the hand.
The house inside was blissfully cool, the AC already blasting.
Not enough to fully quench my heat all at once, though.
I half-collapsed onto the sofa right in front of the unit.
After a bit like that, I could finally breathe easy.
How long had I been half-buried in the sofa when…
Miyuki had gone back to cooking, leaving me to hog the AC breeze all to myself.
“Huh?
Takuya, you’re already here?” Souta, whose room was upstairs, called out as he came down the stairs.
In response, I wobbled to my feet, raising one hand limply to greet him.
“Sup.” Souta burst out laughing at my antics and rushed over.
“Pfft.
What kind of greeting is that?” “Dunno.
Hot…” After messing around with Souta for a bit, we finally got around to tackling our summer homework.
Of course, first…
“Oh, Souta, where’s the bathroom?” “Down the hall to the left, at the end.” “Gotcha.” …I needed to hit the bathroom.
Ah, not the actual bathroom, of course.
My real target was the room right next to it.
‘Bingo♪’ It was Miyuki’s bedroom.
According to the Lewd Mama intel I’d compiled two days ago, Miyuki and her husband definitely slept in separate rooms.
So if she was up to anything naughty, it’d have to be here.
Naturally, that meant planting a camera here.
‘Alright, time to set up the camera and recorder.’ I quickly hid the camera and recorder from my pocket in inconspicuous spots around the room.
Then, with a perfectly casual face, I headed to Souta’s room and started smashing buttons in fighting games with him.
During that heated gaming session…
“Ughhh.
No wayyy…” Souta slammed his controller onto the bed and surrendered.
I looked pityingly at Souta, who’d tapped out after barely two hours, and said, “Quitting already?” “You’re just spamming the same combo over and over!
Mix it up a bit!” “That’s how you learn this game.” As a Korean (from my past life) who’d sunk over ten hours a day into games, this was child’s play.
‘Still, he looks genuinely wiped.
Maybe take a break?’ “Fine.
Ten-minute break.” “For real?!
Awesome!
I’ll grab another game.” “Didn’t you say games were tiring?
And now you’re fetching another one?” Souta headed to the nearby game room to grab something else, leaving me alone in his room to knock out more homework.
Quietly working on homework for a bit…
-Knock knock.
[Boys.
Have a snack~] Souta’s mom opened the door and came in with snacks and drinks.
She looked around, puzzled not to see Souta.