“Bocchi-chan, you’re too nervous!”
The golden-haired girl with a cowlick and side ponytail, Nijika Ijichi, patted her friend lightly while laughing.
“That was B-Komachi—they’ve been gaining a lot of popularity recently!”
Hearing this, Hitori Gotoh (nicknamed Bocchi-chan) showed clear surprise in her eyes.
“Eh?!
I think I’ve heard of them!”
Her mind drifted to recent memories of secretly eavesdropping on classmates’ conversations where the name had come up several times.
However…
“But now even little boys are becoming underground idols?” Hitori weakly pointed at Ai leading a small boy by hand, her voice trembling with shock.
“Uh…I think that’s probably her little brother, Bocchi-chan?”
“Hey!
Bocchi-chan?”
“Oh no, Bocchi-chan’s retreated into her own world again.”
Ijichi could already hear Hitori muttering rapid-fire about how dark the underground idol industry must be to put such young children on stage and other delusional ramblings.
“Whatever, let’s leave Bocchi-chan be.
I think the manager knows B-Komachi’s producer?”
The blue-haired Ryou Yamada pulled Nijika curiously toward the venue backstage.
The live house manager, Seika Ijichi, did indeed know Miyako—they had been seniors and juniors in university.
“Miyako-senpai, under your management, B-Komachi keeps getting more popular!” Seika praised.
“It’s all Ai’s talent.
I just do insignificant support work.” Miyako replied humbly.
She knew clearly that had she not coincidentally discovered Ai on the streets that day, B-Komachi would never have reached their current heights.
Seika nodded in agreement—Ai seemed born to be a shining idol, eternally radiant and captivating all audience attention effortlessly.
Noticing Ai holding a small little boy, Ijichi Seika froze momentarily.
Spotting Seika’s gaze, Ai led Kouma over to greet her.
“Ijichi-senpai, long time no see!”
“This is my little brother, Kouma!”
“Seems she really loves her brother…”
Looking down at the little boy, amazement flashed in her eyes.
“What an adorable little boy!”
Behind her, younger sister Nijika voiced her thoughts aloud with a gasp.
“Kouma-kun, want some snacks and drinks?”
Nijika bent down slightly with hands on knees, speaking softly to Kouma.
Kouma remained unmoved—this wasn’t his first time hearing such offers.
Most importantly, with Ai present, mere snacks and drinks couldn’t possibly sway him!
Instead, Ai crouched down to kiss his cheek before saying, “The audience will be entering soon.
Play with these nice sisters for now, okay?”
With that, Kouma found himself dragged off by Nijika.
“What’s wrong?
Not spending more time talking with him when you finally brought him out?” Miyako asked Ai.
The girl shook her head slowly, her gaze fixed on Kouma with determination.
“The performance matters too.
Only by earning money properly can I give Kou-kun a better life in the future!”
…
Behind the live house bar counter.
Three high school beauties from the band “Kessoku Band” surrounded a small little boy.
“Kouma-kun, I’m Nijika.
You can call me Nijika-nee!”
“Nijika-nee!”
“I’m Yamada Ryou.”
“Ryou-nee!”
“I-I’m Hitori Gotoh…”
“Hitori-nee!”
As everyone knows, high school girls cannot resist cute things!
The little boy’s innocent yet sincere replies instantly pierced straight through the girls’ hearts.
“Your maid outfit is super cute too, nee-chan!”
Hearing the little boy’s praise, Hitori could barely suppress her grin, instantly entering a euphoric daze.
“Hehe…hehe…I’m cute too…”
“Kouma-kun, let me get you some iced cola!”
Volunteering eagerly, Hitori clumsily operated the soda machine to pour a cup.
“Here’s your cola~!”
Watching Hitori’s unsteady, floating footsteps, Kouma sensed impending disaster.
Sure enough.
The next moment, Hitori tripped over her own feet in a textbook-perfect clumsy fall.
“Ah!”
Kouma eyed the spilled cola and dodged precisely.
While avoiding the drink, he couldn’t escape the benefits of a classic Lucky Pervert moment.
The falling girl tackled him straight to the ground.
Her maid skirt fluttered upwards.
“Kouma-kun got pinned down!”
Ryou’s cherry lips parted slightly in shock.
“Bocchi-chan fell!
Help them up already!”
Nijika smacked Ryou exasperatedly.
As the two prepared to pull Hitori up, she suddenly let out a soft moan.
“Mnnn~”
…
Moments later.
After rescuing Kouma, Hitori lay curled on her side covering her face, gradually turning monochrome as she became completely incapacitated.
Faint murmurs could be heard:
“Your Honor…
I plead guilty…”
…