Stealing Spree

Chapter 1191: Visiting the Overthinker

Chapter 1191: Visiting the Overthinker

When her bodyguards saw me leaving the car, they eyed me with a hint of suspicion. They moved from their spot and did their duty. One of them went to check on Marika while the other stopped me from leaving.         

    

As soon as the man who checked on Marika gave the signal to the other guy, he stopped blocking my way and returned to the car.     

Seconds later, they speed past me. But since it still needed to accelerate, I got a glimpse of Marika. She had the car windows down and stared at me with the same complicated expression.     

It’s like a mixture of guilt, anger and relief.     

Well, she’s probably still processing what exactly happened. So, instead of showing her an indifferent expression, I put on the same smile as earlier and waved at her.     

Perhaps unconsciously, I also saw her waving back right before she disappeared from my sight.     

I watched until the car made a turn at the end of the street before continuing to my original destination. The Miura Household.     

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“Handsome-kun, you’re finally here! Did you have a date with our Princess Itou?”     

The same as before, Miura-senpai was the one who showed up to open the gates for me. Furthermore, her outfit seemed to be similar to before, pronouncing more of her curves and bumps.     

An average guy would probably be lost at how enticing she looked but for me, it didn’t have that much effect. I have Akane who had better proportions and someone I could see naked everyday. Besides, it’s not like Miura-senpai was wearing revealing clothes, she’s still covered up properly and most likely this was probably just her preference when at home.     

“Is it that obvious, senpai?” I answered jokingly, drawing laughter from the girl.     

She then stepped to the side, allowing me to come in.     

As we walked through their door, Miura-senpai continued our conversation.     

“Come on, you have to lie better than that. But honestly, you became our topic earlier. Showing up there with the most popular girl in your year and someone the boys in my club get crazy over for. You’ve created lots of enemies, you know?” Miura-senpai called out my blatant lie before mentioning what happened right after I left.     

Enemies, huh? As if they’re big enough to cross me. They couldn’t even make Itou look at them in a different light other than being fanatics who chased after her in that club.     

“Well, there’s a reason for that. Let’s just say, I know her sister and I became the bridge that connected both of them.”     

Although that’s kind of a vague summary of everything that happened, it’s still passable. Besides, there’s no reason to tell Miura-senpai the whole story.     

“I see. Great job, Handsome-kun.”     

“You praise me too much, senpai.”     

“You deserved it. You worked harder than anyone I know. Even now, you’re taking some of your time to deal with my troublesome sister. If anything, I’m actually tempted to make you my boyfriend.”     

“Won’t Nishimura-senpai cry if he hears that?”     

“Maybe. But I know you won’t tell on me. You’re a trustworthy junior, after all.” Miura-senpai winked, showing her playful side as well as her high trust and confidence in me.     

“Yeah… But senpai, don’t you think I might change the way I see you?”     

“How so?”         

    

“I mean, it’s not a joking matter normally. You don’t think I might see you in a bad light for that?”     

“I see. I misspoke. I just feel comfortable around you, Onoda-kun. More so than my own peers. Forgive me if I ever started sounding offensive.”     

“Uh. I appreciate that, senpai. And well, it’s not that offensive anyway. Any man will be flattered to hear something like that from a pretty girl like you.”     

“You slick tongue. Who are you calling pretty?” Miura-senpai was instantly flustered and despite her words, her bashfulness was overflowing. She even twirled her hair and fixed her glasses to regain her composure.     

At this point, we finally reached their door and the girl invited me in.     

The same as the previous time, I was welcomed by her mother. She even eyed us with a meaningful smile upon seeing how her daughter’s face was taking the color of a ripe apple.     

Because I didn’t tell Komoe that I would be coming today, the girl was apparently still cooped up in her room, only leaving it whenever she was answering the call of nature.     

Really, it’s just a few days and she’s turning more into a shut-in. If I delayed any longer coupled with her overthinking trait, she might just refuse to go back anymore.     

After greeting their mother and we talked for a bit about my plan on how to bring Komoe back to school, she allowed me to come to Komoe’s room by myself.     

Miura-senpai and her mother went to the kitchen again to prepare dinner and snacks that they would probably bring us.     

Anyway, without delaying any further, I soon arrived in front of Komoe’s room.     

I thought of knocking on her door but decided against it.     

Instead, I pulled out my phone and sent her a message.     

“Hey. I heard from your sister, you locked yourself in your room again.”     

Not a minute later, her reply quickly arrived. Also, despite the soundproofing, I could faintly hear excited noises inside the room.     

“Ugh. What a blabbermouth. You’re not coming anyway. I don’t see why I have to show my face outside. I’m fine here in my room.”     

Alright. That reply was contrary to what I heard in her room. She’s acting, huh?     

“Oh, really? I guess I will have no choice but to only converse with your mother and sister.”     

“!”     

Seconds after sending that, the girl only replied with that exclamation mark. Following that, the activity in her room grew louder. I could hear the spring of her bed, her loud footsteps, and the opening of her drawers and cabinets.     

Most likely, she’s hurrying up to get into her best outfit. Or maybe not best, but decent enough to present herself to me. I saw her in her pajamas the last time but I guess she’s not dolling herself up.     

A few minutes later, the door opened and the girl stood frozen in surprise when she caught me in her sight.     

Looking at what she’s wearing, she’s now showing more skin than before. A sleeveless blouse and short pants that reached just above her knees.     

“Now what do we have here…” I said as my lips gradually stretched from side to side.     

Not long after that, the girl quickly straightened her back before sprinting back inside. She jumped on her bed and buried herself inside it.         

    

I shook my head and followed her inside, closing the door behind me.     

The same as before, it’s too dark inside the room. But at least, there’s a lamp on her bedside table, illuminating the bed just fine.     

I approached her bed and sat down on the side. Close to where her feet were stretching out.     

“Mhm. I enjoyed that show, Komoe. Now I know how excited you are to see me.”     

“S-shut up! Why do you have to…?” The girl failed to finish her words as she flipped her body over, laying down on her back.     

Upon seeing me sitting next to her, she crawled forward and lay her head down on my lap.     

“You’re saying something?” I placed my hand on her hair, combing it with my fingers once again.     

While she initially appeared rather annoyed, her expression quickly relaxed as she started enjoying what I was doing.     

“… Forget it. You’re such a trickster, Ruki.” The girl tried to reach for my face but failed to do so. Instead of pulling it back, she let her hand drop on her head, grasping my hand there.     

“Well, that’s too cliché if I only knocked, right? Besides, I got to hear how you prepared to welcome me. I’m flattered.” I replied as I turned my hand over, returning what she did.     

As soon as the girl felt her hand becoming enclosed by mine, a pleased smile rose from her lips.     

Right. This girl… she’s now being very affectionate.     

I guess the way I made her anxious last night brought about this effect. And this was what I needed to finally convince her to return.     

The question is… how should I deal with her overthinking habit? Pay her sufficient attention?