Chapter 226 – Dressing the Slave
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Awesome…
Listening to the sound of hinges that had run out of oil, Lenka entered the house.
At that, Lenka’s mother, who was sitting at her table and filling out her household account book, smiled benevolently.
“Are you here?”
“Yes… I’m back.”
“Did you eat?”
“I filled my stomach with popcorn…”
“Will it be popcorn? I bought some bread over there, so take it and eat it. If you’re still hungry, tell me.”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Why is your voice so weak? Are the limited figures sold out again?”
“P-I didn’t go to the figure store…”
“Then where are you sick?”
Seeing that my head is blank, even if it hurts, I think it’s okay.
Lenka shook her head and answered, untying her walker strap.
“No. It’s because the afterglow of the movie is still there.”
“Okay? It must have been a fun movie, right?”
It was fun.
The problem is that the story is all forgotten because of the incident that happened after that.
Lenka said with an awkward smile.
“Yeah, it was worth seeing. I’ll go in.”
“Sure.”
Without even thinking about washing her hands, Lenka entered her room and lay down on her bed.
Without taking off her clothes, she covered herself with the blanket and placed her hand on her forehead.
Afterwards, she fiddled with the area where Matsuda had hit, and she wondered what his intentions were.
Did he come up with a challenge to compete with himself who grunts at every opportunity?
This will never be
So, is he just making fun of himself?
If so, it worked.
It’s to the point where I can’t keep my head down.
To the point where I can’t even remember what Matsuda said before getting out of the car.
‘Did you say see you tomorrow? Or contact me…?’
Not only that, but I don’t even remember anything before that.
Like a person who drank too much and cut off the film, I can’t recall what kind of conversation I had with Matsuda from the hallway to the house.
But why did he stay still the moment Matsuda did that?
I don’t even remember how I felt at the time, so I don’t know.
Funny all over again I thought it wasn’t so bad in this way… But I guess it wasn’t.
Thinking whether to contact Matsuda or not, Lenka just threw her phone away.
She won’t have to contact you.
Why? She’s not Matsuda’s girlfriend, and she’s not flirting.
He has Chinami, so he doesn’t have to worry about it himself.
Just looking at her, she feels like she’s being swayed by Matsuda every time.
It should not dry out. Come to your senses.
Thinking that, Lenka remembered Matsuda playing pranks in the movie theater.
Matsuda, where the male and female protagonists imitate the line right before the romantic kiss scene…
When she asked if I would like to kiss her in a low tone, she was so surprised that she caused a nuisance to those around me.
‘Aren’t you really an asshole…?’
Do you try to guess how the other person will accept it and then say something like that?
Even to a stranger, so…
No, strictly speaking, it’s not that we’re not in a relationship, but anyway, I think it’s too shameless.
Matsuda, who teased herself, said maybe by now… She’d be going back to her house without a second thought.
A skinny guy… I want to hit him in the head with a bamboo sword.
Lenka, suddenly in a fit of temper, blew her nose.
She later tells MK, Matsuda’s alter ego, that she should relieve her stress.
It’s a bit boring, but what can I do?
If you fire her into Matsuda’s face, she’ll get some weird quibbles.
Run with ease. It’s better to pursue MK, who doesn’t know Ino-chan’s true identity.
But what if, very if, MK is not Matsuda?
What if you happen to have the same initials as Matsuda’s name, just a user who likes sculptures?
‘No…’
Lenka’s head shook as she thought about it.
Not only do they share the same name, tone, and inclination, but if you check when Matsuda started paying attention to anime and when MK recently signed up, it’s highly likely they’re the same person.
It used to be 80%, but now it’s 90%… No, it’s more than 99%.
So let’s swear at ease.
Lenka, who had been spending time thinking about such insidious thoughts, looked at the figure display stand in her room.
A 1/7 size figure of the main character of an action figure standing in the center of the display stand… It’s very bright.
Looking at it, I feel like my heart is under control.
If I get a part-time job this time, I’ll have to buy the heroine’s and pair them up.
Sensing that the troubled feeling was gone, she picked up her cell phone.
And then she tilted her head.
It was because there was a message from Matsuda.
[I have arrived.]
When did you come? It didn’t even vibrate.
Wanting something, I checked the menu on my phone, and the sound itself was muted.
‘Oh right.’
I set it up to watch a movie.
The time the message came was 10 minutes ago, but I don’t know if Matsuda is angry or not, saying that the reply was late.
No but she said why should she worry about this herself?
Does Matsuda know if she’s angry or not?
Stunned by herself for the moment, Lenka nervously untied her hair in her long ponytail and tapped her phone.
[Whatever.]
A message that never arrives even though it has been sent.
When Lenka, who thinks that the answer she sent was a little cold, is anxious for nothing,
[Why is the reply so slow?]
Matsuda’s reply arrived.
He must have looked at his phone while doing something.
[It could be slow. Do I have to answer on time when I receive a message from you while waiting with my cell phone?]
[Of course.]
[This is the most absurd word I’ve heard this year.]
[This year has only passed a few days.]
[This is the meaning of emphasis, but what if I accept it as it is? I have no sense at all.]
[Sense? There must be more than the conservative general manager? What are you doing?]
[You don’t know.]
[When should I do cosplay?]
[What kind of cosplay is this all of a sudden?]
[Let’s not pretend we don’t know. Before she went home, she asked if she had thought about it, and she said yes, she said.]
“What…?”
An amazing exclamation escaped from Lenka’s mouth.
She said she would do a cosplay for me?
I don’t know what she’s sitting around talking nonsense.
[There’s no way I would have said such nonsense.]
[Should I pick up the voice from the black box tomorrow?]
Seeing that he was so confident in confirming the facts, he must have said that himself.
You really agreed to the cosplay?
It is downright disappointing. He was scammed
It’s… Yes, that’s it.
It is a conspiracy aimed at when the other person is unable to grasp the situation properly, as if gently coaxing a drunken mentally and physically weak person.
This ruling is invalid, so let’s not get involved.
[I won’t.]
Woo-woo-!
Cell phone ringing loudly.
Seeing his negative answer, Matsuda immediately called.
Will Matsuda get angry if I receive it?
After clearing her voice, Lenka pressed the call button.
“Why.”
– No, I even promised, but where is this case?
“I don’t remember.”
-Are you bringing a black box?
“How do you know if the voice was manipulated?”
-… I beg your pardon?
Matsuda asked back in an absurd tone.
To be honest, it was absurd even if Lenka herself thought about it, so she just shut her mouth.
-Is it coming out like this? Are you going to pretend you don’t know?
A voice that seemed to be plotting something sinister.
As a result, Lenka came to the thought that she should do it once rather than hear Matsuda whine from now on.
But she came to her senses and shook her head.
It’s because she had no reason to do so.
She’s not a voluntary slave… It’s pitiful for her to think like this.
“It’s noisy, and I’m going to rest, so cut it off.”
– Just hang up. How it goes
“What are you talking about…! I don’t want to cosplay…!”
-Actually, cosplay was an excuse, I just called because I was bored.
“… Then you’re saying I can’t do it?”
-No. I will make sure to do it.
I don’t know what to do after this or that.
She laughed out loud, and Lenka decided to just say that.
“Think whatever you want. Thoughts are free.”
-Is it so. Am I going to work first tomorrow?
“Uh.”
-Is the day after tomorrow a holiday?
“Your boss sent you the schedule. Please look straight ahead.”
-The manager is looking after you. Please come 10 minutes earlier tomorrow.
“Why?”
-Because I’m bored when I’m alone.
“Nope?”
-Please wear black skinny jeans.
Look at the stupid talk again.
Matsuda, that’s the problem.
“Are you crazy? Don’t even try to interfere with Cody.”
– I was just trying to say that I wish I could wear it like that.
“Why did you want me to wear black skinny jeans?”
-I thought it would suit the manager.
“Then you should avoid it and wear it.”
-Are you a tree frog?
“Don’t you care?”
– What were you doing? Figure look?
Lenka frowned at those words and wrinkled her brow.
“Shut up.”
– You must be right. Is there a figure display stand in the manager’s room? Are the figures full?
Come to think of it, it is time for a new shelf.
“I have no obligation to answer.”
-It’s sad.
“Yes or no.”
-Did you have fun today?
“No.”
-I had fun.
“However?”
– Next time, I’ll eat rice too.
“I’m not going to eat.”
– Shall we go to the figure store tomorrow?
“… No.”
– Why did you get bored just now? Didn’t you ever do that?
“At all.”
Oddly enough, Matsuda’s smirk and out of context comments are amusing.
The thought of wanting to hang up was erased from my head.
Like that, Lenka continued talking on the phone with Matsuda for quite a long time, feeling a strange feeling that couldn’t be precisely defined.
