NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 11: Hoshino Household
It's been a while since I drifted into my own thoughts.
Whether it's because I bitched so hard about how bad Rent a Girlfriend was, I never expected to become the worst harem protagonist I've ever known.
If I could choose, I'd rather live in a different world. But it turns out this world is a mesh of the worst parts of the worst series. Source: trust me. But let me elaborate.
First, my girlfriend, Hoshino Ai.
A literal mommy and an iconic heroine. She's so perfect that her presence might ruin the story.
Just imagin, she radiates so much aura that the author either forgot to give her plot armor or intentionally killed her off just so the story could move forward.
HOWEVER.
Even after building all that backstory to cheer the MC on so they could get revenge for their mother's death—the same shit happens again. The author forgets to give the MC plot armor. Or maybe he just likes killing his own characters.
When that happened, the series got backlash because the MC died.
That puts Oshi no Ko in the same situation as Rent a Girlfriend: readers had enough.
And now, I've been reborn into a world where the two series I hated ended up this way—because I completely changed the plot.
First, I dumped the rental girlfriend for a sugar mommy.
Second, I saved an idol, and somehow we're dating.
What a cinematic turn, isn't it?
Anyway, the plot's changed so much that I have no idea where it's heading. But you know what? I'm a chill guy. Let's see where this goes.
But first, let's visit my sick girlfriend.
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After a while.
I arrived at Ai's apartment complex. When I stepped into the lobby, I headed to the access control panel and entered the code to her unit. Once the elevator brought me to the right floor, I found myself in front of a door with a family plaque labeled "Hoshino."
Her coworker said I could go straight in—no one else was home, and Ai was resting in bed. I punched in the passcode, opened the door, and stopped, bewildered.
It was a fancy place with a great downtown view and top-notch security, but—what the fuck?
"When was the last time she cleaned up?" I mumbled, stepping carefully inside.
It wasn't dirty, just messy. Toys scattered. Clothes on the floor. Magazines stacked beside the couch. Bags, clothes, and random stuff were scattered around like it hadn't been touched in days. The place looked expensive though. Big windows, polished floors, sleek furniture.
I wasn't judging her. A place this big is hard to keep up with when you're constantly working.
Knock knock.
"Ai? It's me."
I knocked on the bedroom door, but got no reply. So, I opened it.
I sighed. "Jeez…"
Ai was lying on the bed, a towel on her forehead.
"Kazuya? Is that you?"
I walked closer. "Yeah. Uh… I know this sounds stupid, but—how are you feeling?"
She let out a soft chuckle. "I don't know… nervous? Sorry for the mess. I didn't want to invite my boyfriend over with my underwear scattered everywhere, hehe. Thanks for coming here."
I chuckled. "Nah, it's fine." Then glanced down slightly. "Impressive red bra. Very nice."
She immediately pulled the blanket up to hide it, her face turning red.
After that.
Channeling my inner American Psycho, I put on an apron and mask and started cleaning—otherwise, Captain Levi might come for me. As I worked, I wondered if I'd meet her kids, and how they'd react to me.
Once the place looked clean, I started cooking porridge.
Ding!
Skill Acquired: Cooking: Beginner
Right. I just realized I'd never taken cooking this seriously before. I used to eat whatever Mom or Grandma made. Is this what people mean when they say having a girlfriend changes you?
"Ouch, ouch!"
"Are you genius? Of course it's hot."
"Hehe, my bad."
She was sitting beside me, blowing on a spoonful of porridge I'd just made.
"HMMM! That's good, Kazuya! Since when can you cook?"
Seeing her so excited, I chuckled. "About 15 minutes ago."
Ai pouted. "What a haughty guy. Anyway, was that okay? You didn't have to clean and cook for me… Should I buy you something?"
This woman just called me smug and now she wants to fix it with money.
"Kuhum!" I cleared my throat and smiled. "I'm fine. I mean, it's a boyfriend's job."
Smirking, Ai replied, "I see, I see. Then I'll do a girlfriend's job next time."
I dropped my smile. "What job? Hey, look at me. What job? Tell me."
Ai laughed. "Don't wanna. Oh right—I remember we're out of milk. Can you help me buy some?"
She handed me a credit card with a playful smirk. She was clearly trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks~"
I put my jacket on and headed to the front door. Click—I opened it.
And what timing.
There stood a woman about to enter the door code, and two blonde-haired twins staring at me in shock. They glanced between me and the door like they weren't sure they had the right address.
"Um… hi?" I greeted them awkwardly.
Then, the little girl with long blonde hair and red-ruby eyes spoke.
"Co… cou… courting death!"
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A/N: It's been a while. I never planned to stop, but finals hit, and I realized I had to get through them first and somehow, I did. Now, it's time to write again. I hope you're all still here. Should I continue?
Yes
or
Oh hell no