Chapter 93
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Yung and Saturday Date (2)
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I couldn't help but be stunned by Yung's shocking fashion sense.
'No way. There are actually people who wear Gothic Lolita outfits that I've only seen in anime?'
I mean, showing up to a real date not in just some frilly dress, but in something as gloomy as Gothic Lolita.
Anyone else in my shoes would have been just as shocked.
'At least wear something brighter for a date.'
After a moment of shock, Yung scratched her cheek while looking at me and asked,
"W-Why are you like that?"
I thought about saying something polite, but...
'No, even so, this is too much.'
It was just too extreme.
Finally, I steeled myself and said,
"Yung, I'm glad you dressed up, but honestly, your fashion sense is hopeless."
"Huh?"
Yung's face shifted from surprise to anxiety at my words.
She probably thought I was about to call off the date.
But I had no such intention. If anything, it was the opposite.
Today, I was determined to fix Yung's disastrously destructive fashion sense.
With that in mind, I approached her, grabbed her shoulders, and said,
"So, Yung, let's hit up a salon first."
"Uh, u-uh? B-But that's a waste of money."
"I'll cover everything today. Please."
At my earnest plea, Yung nodded reluctantly, and I led her straight to the salon.
After the salon, where Yung got her hair beautifully styled, I still wasn't satisfied. So I grabbed a cute sales clerk at a department store clothing shop and said,
"Could you recommend some outfits that would suit my friend? By the way, these are for a date."
"Oh, just a moment."
I gave her a wink, and she brought over three outfits each, explaining their charms.
"This one is perfect for fall..."
"Cool colors and a breezy design..."
"This maximizes the customer's cuteness."
I nodded in satisfaction at the clerk's recommendations.
Yes, this was exactly what I wanted.
Thinking that to myself, I waited a bit for Yung to change.
Then, fully changed, Yung pulled back the fitting room curtain.
-Rustle.
"Ugh, h-how does it look?"
The clerk and I were both amazed by Yung emerging from the fitting room.
"You look pretty."
"N-Nyaaah... D-Don't lie..."
"No, really."
Yung kept insisting I was lying, as if she couldn't believe it, but from my position—speaking without a hint of embarrassment—it felt unfair.
And rightly so. In front of me stood a girl who could be called a perfect beauty, completely unlike when she wore that Gothic Lolita outfit. How could she not be pretty?
I was just stating the obvious, yet this was her reaction.
Anyway, thrilled with the outfit, I handed my card to the clerk and said to get all the ones we'd seen.
The clerk nodded and happily packed them up.
Watching her, Yung came over to me and said,
"T-Takuya. Isn't it expensive? I'll pay."
She must have seen the price tags.
Yeah, even I was a bit surprised by the cost, but it wasn't unaffordable.
And since I'd dragged her here, I gently pressed her lips together and said,
"This is just for my own selfish reasons. If you want to pay me back, do it on our next date."
Was it because of my gesture? Yung's face turned bright red as she nodded.
Satisfied with her response, I grinned, took the Gothic Lolita outfit and purchases from the clerk, held out my hand to Yung, and said,
"Alright, now let's go see that movie."
"Yeah!"
Yung nodded eagerly and gripped my hand tightly.
The small, warm, soft feel of her hand was vividly transmitted.
'Mmm, feels nice.'
Its squishy softness brought a different kind of comfort than the sensation of her breasts.
'Gotta keep squeezing it.'
Thanks to that, I reached the theater feeling utterly relaxed, body and soul.
(By the way, the clothing store clerk watched us with a fond gaze—our little secret.)
Anyway, once at the theater, Yung and I bought tickets for the movie we'd chosen, grabbed some popcorn and drinks, and headed into the screening room.
The theater was empty.
No exaggeration—there was literally no one there.
'What? On a holiday, and it's this empty?'
I was inwardly surprised but decided not to worry.
Maybe people hadn't arrived yet, or it was just before lunch.
Or... wait, is this an adult movie?
"Munch, munch."
Anyway, we sat down, and Yung opened the popcorn.
(For the record, I don't like popcorn much, so I let her have it all.)
'When focusing on a movie, drinking is better than eating.'
For some reason, chewing while watching distracts me.
That's why I usually just drink during movies.
As I leaned back thinking that, Yung, bored perhaps, started sharing trivia with me.
"This is based on a famous novel..."
"Oh..."
Sorry to say, but her TMI was overwhelming, so I tuned half of it out.
Still, some bits were interesting, so I didn't ignore it all.
Anyway, chatting like that before the movie, a thought suddenly struck me.
'Come to think of it, I was so shocked by the Gothic Lolita that I forgot to ask what kind of date vibe she wanted today.'
I'd planned to ask what boyfriend role she'd like for a memorable date. But the Gothic shock wiped that from my mind.
You might say it's not that big a deal, but you had to see it to understand the impact.
Separate from any embarrassment. It was just... she's the real deal. That's all that came out.
Anyway, with that in mind, I asked Yung,
"Yung, so, what kind of date vibe do you like?"
My sudden question made her pause her movie TMI spree. She pondered seriously for a moment, then said,
"Like a rom-com from anime or manga? That kind of feel."
"Hmm."
Her answer made me cross my arms thoughtfully, humming with interest.
Seeing my intrigued look, Yung seemed a bit nervous and asked,
"W-Why?"
"Nah, nothing."
Rom-com, rom-com...
I mulled over her words.
'In a way, aren't R18 mangas rom-coms too?'
If a rom-com fan heard that, they'd curse me out—and they'd be right.
Though Takuya here was dead serious.
The reason was simple, almost basely perverted.
'She means like the heroine from that anime I used to watch.'
Seeing her dolled up made me want to tease her like a loner girl character. And then torment her in bed.
You could call it trashy human scum talk, but for Takuya—who'd even slept with his own stepmom—it was no big deal.
And anyway, doesn't an adult date naturally end in sex? (No.) So my thoughts aren't weird. (They are.)
'Yeah, I'm not weird.'
Having rationalized it to myself, I looked at Yung.
Her earlier loner-girl vibes were gone; now she just looked like an innocent girl excitedly awaiting the movie.
It sparked guilt, but also the urge to taint that expression with lust.
'What a trash heap I am.'
For a moment, I felt like scum for harboring such thoughts toward Yung, who was purely looking forward to the date. But what could I do?
That's just who I am.
Takuya waited for the movie to start, heart pounding fiercely.
A little later, the movie started. The story had passed the early part and entered the middle when...
"Crunch, munch."
Yung was deeply focused on the film, munching away on her popcorn.
It was the movie she'd been looking forward to, and the acting wasn't bad either.
She was lost in the screen's world without a care.
Then, in the mid-movie adult scene, as Yung tried to cover her eyes in embarrassment...
-Swish.
Suddenly, a strange sensation hit her thigh.
Startled, she looked down to see Takuya's hand on her thigh.
Yung was flustered by his sudden move but couldn't react.
Because Takuya was whispering right in her ear.
"I'm about to play the boyfriend from an adult rom-com. You cool with that?"
Adult rom-com? No way...
Yung glanced at him suspiciously. Takuya just grinned without a word, but his eyes seemed to say, 'You know exactly what I mean.'
Normally, Yung would've hated interruptions during her favorite movie.
Maybe it was the warmth of his hand gripping hers earlier. Or the way he'd called her pretty.
Or the adult scene playing now.
Who knows.
But oddly, it didn't feel bad.
So, she made an uncharacteristically bold choice today.
"O-Okayyy♥"
Takuya looked immensely pleased at her answer and said,
"Good girl, Yung."
And so, the adult date began.