Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 58

Chapter 58. A Peaceful Day Together with my Girlfriend. (2/2)

When she noticed my bizarre actions, she raised a brow, tilted her head, and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Paying tribute in advance for this feast you’re preparing.”

“It’s just breakfast, it can hardly be called a feast.”

“I didn’t an my mouth.”

Trying to decipher my aning she looked down at the frying pan over the stove in her hands thoughtfully.

“Oh!”

It seems she’d understood.

“Jeez, you could just be more honest, you know.”

“If you ask , I am being quite honest though.”

“Well, more direct. Just say it directly~ directly, you got that~?”

“Then… please don’t mind while I take a front-row seat to watch you continue with your work.” I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist then looked over her shoulder while she busied her hands cracking eggs in a bowl, adding salt and seasoning in it, before finally dumping it in the frying pan with so oil

She started humming happily to herself while her body swayed a bit in my arms.

I was just watching the eggs fry in the pan, yes, that was all. I wasn’t watching anything else at all.

I definitely wasn’t peeking at the region between the unbuttoned shirt she had on. It definitely wasn’t overwhelmingly erotic or suggestive or anything either.

I had no such stray thoughts. There were only eggs. Yeah, the soft, supple, fluffy, delectable-looking eggs.

Damn it, I’m slowly being corrupted by this sly woman. I’ll beco a sinful man because of her; definitely. I’ll probably beco useless too. She’s always feeding my food, right?

I can’t help it. If given the option between saving and expending energy, I’m the lazy type to save it. Will I really be okay at this rate? Will I even want to work for a living anymore if I have this girl?

Ah… I really think I might be screwed.

The old definitely, definitely, would never be caught dead doing the things I’m doing with this girl.

When I’m together with her, I keep getting drawn closer and closer to her. If she was a black hole, I probably already passed the event horizon. I likely had no hope of returning. It was too late for .

I’m becoming a degenerate. Well, in all honesty… who am I really trying to fool? Have I read the shit I’ve written as an author? I’m long past degenerate and approaching a term that has yet to even be invented yet. A degenerist piece of scum. A hybrid cross between a degenerate and a terrorist. I spread degeneracy to the masses.

Wait, does the term really not exist yet though? It shouldn’t, right? I don’t think it was around yet.

It was a term from the future after all.

Curious, I pulled out the phone and did a search for the term online. Nope… it seems it doesn’t exist just yet.

“What are you doing now?”

“Sorry, I just thought of sothing and I needed to confirm it wasn’t a thing.”

“At least put your phone away when you’re holding like this, I only want you to look at when we’re all alone together like this. If you don't, it feels like I’m losing to your phone. My womanly pride will be greatly hurt and I may never recover. Would you like to leave scarred for life?”

“Haha, sorry, sorry, my bad. But a scar for life? Hmm… what if I said I did?”

“Oh? And how would you scar ?”

“How does a man usually scar a woman?”

“Cheating on them?”

I nearly fell over.

“C-Certainly… I suppose that is one way. I can’t deny that. I wouldn’t… ah… the toast is burning.”

“Ah! You’re right! You distracted and I forgot! No, it’s going to sll like burnt toast in here now.” She had an anguished expression on her face when she thought about it.

I released her then quickly popped the toast out of the toaster and tied it up in a bag to prevent the sll from spreading further.

“Can you put so more up?”

“Sure, I can at least do that.” At the very least, I hadn’t beco completely useless yet.

“Can you open the balcony window to air out the place a bit?”

“It’s pretty cold though.”

“Ugh, I forgot it’s winter because of how warm it is in here.”

“Well, we could open it for a bit. It gives the excuse to stick close to you and keep you warm, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, true, true. Do it, do it.”

I entered the living room area and slid the balcony window open a bit in hopes of getting rid of the sll of burnt toast.

It was seriously chilly though. Just standing near it for a second I was hit by a gust of cold wind and a shiver ran down my back.

I retreated back to the kitchen where the heat from the pan provided a sense of relief. I wrapped my arms back around her to ruthlessly steal her body heat for myself.

A small yelp escaped from her as she gasped in unexpectedly when I embraced her this ti, “Hya! Your hands are cold.”

“The wind shows no rcy in this city. A single gust here and you end up like this. It’s really the worst. What kind of awful city even has such unreasonably extre weather conditions like this? Minus 50 with the windchill in winters and plus 50 on the hottest sumr days. Who was the bastard who thought it was a good idea to build a city in this hell hole?”

“Agreed. It’s absurd, isn’t it?”

“Out of curiosity, since your parents travel to so many different places, why’d you choose a place like this?”

“Well… I guess you could say it was for the extre temperatures, more specifically, to build up a resistance to them. But… now I probably don’t need to worry about that I guess.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“The eggs are done. Pop the toast out, it should be good enough.” She dodged the question and didn’t answer. Well, she might have just wanted us to eat while the food was hot rather than dodging the question. It might have just been a long story.

We returned to her room and closed the door. We ate our breakfast together, her feeding as usual. She’d tear off bits of the toast, wrap it around pieces of the egg then push it into my mouth.

Honestly, it made want to start eating breakfast more often if it would be an enjoyable experience like this. Once the plate was empty, we closed the balcony window in the living room and let the place warm back up while snuggling together on the couch with the TV on in the background.

Overall, the day went pretty great. I went to work and returned back to her place afterward where I was greeted by another ho-cooked al made fresh and still hot.

By the end of these two weeks of cohabitation, I was genuinely concerned as to whether I’d be able to go back to living alone. Had this been her plan from the beginning? It was all just a ploy of hers to ensnare and trap here? So I could never live without her again. This woman was... truly nefarious, I couldn’t help but think that.

Still, I’d already agreed and I was the type to follow through on my words. I wouldn’t go back on them. That was the excuse I ca up with to not care about it and allow myself to indulge in this pleasant, foreign warm feeling engulfing . I was drowning myself in it headfirst and forgetting about the potential repercussions for once.

If it turns out that way… is it really such a bad thing? That is… to allow myself to change? To fully embrace this irrational thing called love to which I don’t understand?

They often say love changes people, don’t they?

Having finally experienced it first hand, I guess this was what they really ant.

Change is… scary. It is a scary thing. That is, not knowing whether the change will be a good or bad thing. It makes anxious.

Wait. Anxious? ? Anxious... since when? Since when did I have true anxieties? In the past, I feel like I didn’t. I just mindlessly ran ahead full speed on the path in front of while never looking back.

Was it since I t her? It might have been. The first ti I knew of true anxieties was her stare that followed everywhere which had constantly on edge. Before that, nothing ever entered my world. My eyes were always on the ground ahead of . When I reached a dead end, I simply took a branch and started sothing new.

I never looked back though.

She forced to look back with that gaze of hers always on .

Haaaah. What does this even matter?

It just leads back to the fact that the root of all evil, my problems, was her.