Chapter 1: Nice to meet you
Translated by BunnyByum
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 3: The beautiful girl next door
4 days ago, I put my luggage in my room, changed into plain clothes, and headed to Angie’s room.
That said, Angie’s room is next to my room, within a 5-second walk.
Ding –!
I pressed the intercom to Angie’s room.
Who would want to see me … I have no idea who that person is.
Angie also spoke as many languages as I do, so it was hard to think of why an interpreter was necessary.
With that in mind, the door popped open.
Of course Angie came out, looking like a woman in her mid-30s.
Her short golden hair was tied back, and she was dressed in a tight T-shirt and military pants at that time, just like a soldier.
“Hello Iori! It’s been a long time!”
Angie’s face broke into a smile when she saw me. Her fluency in Japanese was quite impressive.
“Long time no see, Angie. When did you come back to Japan?”
My expression naturally relaxed as I answered.
She has always been a great help to me, and I used to play with her a lot when I was a child.
Recently, she’s been travelling overseas a lot, so I didn’t get to see her as often as I’d like, but I have always looked forward to seeing her from time to time.
Maybe I think of her as a mother to me.
Partly because I don’t like my own mother.
“It’s about noon yesterday. I’ll be on a business trip again in three days.”
“You’re busy as ever. Why don’t you take some time off?”
“I’m used to it. It suits me to be on the move.”
Angie and I had the usual small talk.
That was then I realized I was there for a purpose.
“By the way, I heard that there was someone you wanted me to meet?”
It was a little forced, but I’ll get straight to the point.
I’ve been working out under the blazing sun during the summer vacation, so I didn’t mind the heat that time, but now that I remember, I was quite curious and impatient who wanted to meet me.
Angie gave me a look that said, ‘Yes, I did,’ and broke off the conversation.
“I …”
With a strangely mysterious look, I instinctively held myself and waited for her next word.
“I have a child!”
“Ahhhhh!!!!?”
No no no!
It’s not as serious as I expected, but it’ was still something to be surprised about!? I’m sure you’ve been wanting kids for a while now, but!
I mean, didn’t you say you had someone you wanted me to meet?
Oh, did you mean the baby in your belly?
But as far as I knew, Angie shouldn’t have a husband or boyfriend!
…………………………… Maybe it was mine?
She has set up a meeting with me like this. Doesn’t that mean her child was also mine? No, no, no, I’m still supposed to be a virgin.
Calm down!
At any rate, I had to… I had to confirm the father.
At the time I was half-crazed, but I still had to ask anyway! Hang in there, me! Keep your cool!
“I’m sorry, I was quite distraught. Congratulations again. By the way, what kind of person are you dating?”
My expression was still weird, but I managed to ask the question.
Well, I also congratulated her, so she wouldn’t take it that strangely.
“A boyfriend? No, I don’t have one?”
What!? No boyfriend or so!?
Did you want a baby so badly you got pregnant in your own imagination, lady?
I really didn’t know what to do about … that …?
At this point, Angie probably knew that I was having a headache and also realized the reason for it.
But that was Angie I was talking about. She didn’t bother to explain, she just ended the conversation without further explanation.
“Just go up. She’s inside the room and I want you to meet her.”
Oh no, Angie might not be sane anymore.
“Angie. You can’t mistake a doll for your child…”
“Yeah, yeah! She’s as cute as a doll! Iori, you will get along with her in no time!”
So Angie took me into the room. Without further questions, I followed suit.
She’s American, but she always takes off her shoes at home.
She once said she prefers it this way because it’s cleaner this way.
I arranged my shoes at the shoeboxes set up for that purpose, and walked through the hallway to the living room.
The spacious floor plan, high ceilings, and wood flooring that is darker than that of Japan, they are almost identical to my room.
There were no stuffed animals or posters in the living room that might look like her child.
If that was the case….
“This way. I turned an unused room into her room.”
Angie then beckoned me to the door that led to another room.
I couldn’t help it.
We’ve come this far, I had to accept it.
The question was, did I have to treat her doll like a human being and go along with Angie, or face reality?
Oh, Angie was rushing me to hurry up.
Yeah, fine! Nanmu nanmu! (E/N: A childish attempt to say ‘Hail Amida Buddha’, if it’s Nanmu, nanmu.)
I shouted in my mind and looked inside through the door that Angie opened.
There was a …
Life-sized figure that looked like a girl, with her face buried in her lap on the bed.
Denim shorts and a gray short-sleeved T-shirt.
Boldly exposed, healthy, raw legs.
Her chestnut-colored hair reflected the light and shimmered as if it were transparent.
Her bodyline was like a beautiful wave that gently rippled from the middle and extended to the chest of her slender body.
And as we walked in, her face went up….
… No, I was sure she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life.
I couldn’t help but notice it.
She looked human. No matter how you look at it, she looked like a real beautiful girl.
Am I crazy, too?
She put her hand on my shoulder while I was frozen from shock, Angie spoke up.
“She’s Christina Kournikova, the same age as you. She was so cute I took her back from Russia!”
Tehepero! That’s what Angie said.
(T/N: Tehepero is a word made up and used often by Hikasa Youku for situations when you’ve slightly slipped up in some way to which you cheekily giggle with “tehe” and stick out your tongue “pero.”
[https://www.google.com/amp/s/answers.yahoo.com/amp/qna/20111226231229AAU8Uzj])
I see, I see.
Yeah. I could have thought about that possibility too….
“If she’s a foster child, say so first!”
I performed the biggest tsukkomi of my life in front of the most beautiful girl of my life.
(T/N: Tsukkomi is a Japanese word with multiple meanings. This usually refers to Japanese comedy plays with two people called the Boke and Tsukkomi. This usually refers to a cold person doing something very silly. In this context, Iori is pointing out how he looked very silly when he thought that Christina is only a beautiful Barbie doll when in fact, is a real person and a foster child of Angie.)
A/N: Russian beauties are said to have a look that Japanese people like.
She’s actually pretty cute.
So for Christina’s appearance, apply the most beautiful foreign girl you know to her, twice as cute!
Chapter 1: Nice to meet you
Translated by BunnyByum
Edited by ArroganceComplex
Episode 3: The beautiful girl next door
4 days ago, I put my luggage in my room, changed into plain clothes, and headed to Angie’s room.
That said, Angie’s room is next to my room, within a 5-second walk.
Ding –!
I pressed the intercom to Angie’s room.
Who would want to see me … I have no idea who that person is.
Angie also spoke as many languages as I do, so it was hard to think of why an interpreter was necessary.
With that in mind, the door popped open.
Of course Angie came out, looking like a woman in her mid-30s.
Her short golden hair was tied back, and she was dressed in a tight T-shirt and military pants at that time, just like a soldier.
“Hello Iori! It’s been a long time!”
Angie’s face broke into a smile when she saw me. Her fluency in Japanese was quite impressive.
“Long time no see, Angie. When did you come back to Japan?”
My expression naturally relaxed as I answered.
She has always been a great help to me, and I used to play with her a lot when I was a child.
Recently, she’s been travelling overseas a lot, so I didn’t get to see her as often as I’d like, but I have always looked forward to seeing her from time to time.
Maybe I think of her as a mother to me.
Partly because I don’t like my own mother.
“It’s about noon yesterday. I’ll be on a business trip again in three days.”
“You’re busy as ever. Why don’t you take some time off?”
“I’m used to it. It suits me to be on the move.”
Angie and I had the usual small talk.
That was then I realized I was there for a purpose.
“By the way, I heard that there was someone you wanted me to meet?”
It was a little forced, but I’ll get straight to the point.
I’ve been working out under the blazing sun during the summer vacation, so I didn’t mind the heat that time, but now that I remember, I was quite curious and impatient who wanted to meet me.
Angie gave me a look that said, ‘Yes, I did,’ and broke off the conversation.
“I …”
With a strangely mysterious look, I instinctively held myself and waited for her next word.
“I have a child!”
“Ahhhhh!!!!?”
No no no!
It’s not as serious as I expected, but it’ was still something to be surprised about!? I’m sure you’ve been wanting kids for a while now, but!
I mean, didn’t you say you had someone you wanted me to meet?
Oh, did you mean the baby in your belly?
But as far as I knew, Angie shouldn’t have a husband or boyfriend!
…………………………… Maybe it was mine?
She has set up a meeting with me like this. Doesn’t that mean her child was also mine? No, no, no, I’m still supposed to be a virgin.
Calm down!
At any rate, I had to… I had to confirm the father.
At the time I was half-crazed, but I still had to ask anyway! Hang in there, me! Keep your cool!
“I’m sorry, I was quite distraught. Congratulations again. By the way, what kind of person are you dating?”
My expression was still weird, but I managed to ask the question.
Well, I also congratulated her, so she wouldn’t take it that strangely.
“A boyfriend? No, I don’t have one?”
What!? No boyfriend or so!?
Did you want a baby so badly you got pregnant in your own imagination, lady?
I really didn’t know what to do about … that …?
At this point, Angie probably knew that I was having a headache and also realized the reason for it.
But that was Angie I was talking about. She didn’t bother to explain, she just ended the conversation without further explanation.
“Just go up. She’s inside the room and I want you to meet her.”
Oh no, Angie might not be sane anymore.
“Angie. You can’t mistake a doll for your child…”
“Yeah, yeah! She’s as cute as a doll! Iori, you will get along with her in no time!”
So Angie took me into the room. Without further questions, I followed suit.
She’s American, but she always takes off her shoes at home.
She once said she prefers it this way because it’s cleaner this way.
I arranged my shoes at the shoeboxes set up for that purpose, and walked through the hallway to the living room.
The spacious floor plan, high ceilings, and wood flooring that is darker than that of Japan, they are almost identical to my room.
There were no stuffed animals or posters in the living room that might look like her child.
If that was the case….
“This way. I turned an unused room into her room.”
Angie then beckoned me to the door that led to another room.
I couldn’t help it.
We’ve come this far, I had to accept it.
The question was, did I have to treat her doll like a human being and go along with Angie, or face reality?
Oh, Angie was rushing me to hurry up.
Yeah, fine! Nanmu nanmu! (E/N: A childish attempt to say ‘Hail Amida Buddha’, if it’s Nanmu, nanmu.)
I shouted in my mind and looked inside through the door that Angie opened.
There was a …
Life-sized figure that looked like a girl, with her face buried in her lap on the bed.
Denim shorts and a gray short-sleeved T-shirt.
Boldly exposed, healthy, raw legs.
Her chestnut-colored hair reflected the light and shimmered as if it were transparent.
Her bodyline was like a beautiful wave that gently rippled from the middle and extended to the chest of her slender body.
And as we walked in, her face went up….
… No, I was sure she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life.
I couldn’t help but notice it.
She looked human. No matter how you look at it, she looked like a real beautiful girl.
Am I crazy, too?
She put her hand on my shoulder while I was frozen from shock, Angie spoke up.
“She’s Christina Kournikova, the same age as you. She was so cute I took her back from Russia!”
Tehepero! That’s what Angie said.
(T/N: Tehepero is a word made up and used often by Hikasa Youku for situations when you’ve slightly slipped up in some way to which you cheekily giggle with “tehe” and stick out your tongue “pero.”
[https://www.google.com/amp/s/answers.yahoo.com/amp/qna/20111226231229AAU8Uzj])
I see, I see.
Yeah. I could have thought about that possibility too….
“If she’s a foster child, say so first!”
I performed the biggest tsukkomi of my life in front of the most beautiful girl of my life.
(T/N: Tsukkomi is a Japanese word with multiple meanings. This usually refers to Japanese comedy plays with two people called the Boke and Tsukkomi. This usually refers to a cold person doing something very silly. In this context, Iori is pointing out how he looked very silly when he thought that Christina is only a beautiful Barbie doll when in fact, is a real person and a foster child of Angie.)
A/N: Russian beauties are said to have a look that Japanese people like.
She’s actually pretty cute.
So for Christina’s appearance, apply the most beautiful foreign girl you know to her, twice as cute!
