After Having a Physical Relationship With a Pure and Beautiful Girl, I Became a Slut, but It’s Okay Because I Have a Strong Libido. - Episode 8

Although it was a shower room that he usually took alone, he was unable to accept the reality that the most beautiful girl in the school had been in there before Tatsuma.

Once you’re alone, you start to calm down, and issues start to arise, such as what you should buy for Shiraishi, whether you have enough money, and what your plans are for the future.

Tatsuma was worried about the smell because he hadn’t taken a shower since Friday, when he had been profusely sweating after boxing, until Sunday morning.

(I’d hate it if Shiraishi thought I stink…)

He found a long, beautiful chestnut-colored hair lying in the bathroom. He was currently using men’s shampoo, but he thought he should buy her some for girls.

Just as I was about to finish washing my hair and body, I heard a voice from outside the door.

“Hagiwara-kun, I’ll leave the towel here for you!”

“Thank you.”

Tatsuma thought that Shiraishi was a thoughtful girl. He had heard rumors in class that she was the daughter of a wealthy family and had multiple servants, but perhaps her true personality was that of a person who would do anything for others.

After hearing the sound of Shiraishi returning to the room, Tatsuma carefully opened the door. In front of him was the bath towel Shiraishi had used.

Trying to remain as calm as possible, I wiped off the water droplets from my body with the towel, which smelled different from usual, and Shiraishi’s nice scent.

I took out my slightly smelly T-shirt, shorts, and underwear and quickly changed into them before going back to my room, while the washing machine was spinning.

“Oh, that was quick!”

Shiraishi was sitting with his legs crossed, looking around the room.

“Yeah. Most men take showers early.”

“That’s right, I have long hair, so it takes a lot of time.”

She looked as if she wanted to say it was a hassle, but Tatsuma thought that she probably had a particular attachment to long hair, and that’s why she was letting it grow, so he asked her. He had the image that it would be easier to wash with short hair.

“Shiraishi-san’s hair is really beautiful, but are you particular about having long hair?”

“No, I don’t have any! I only grew them out because my father told me to.”

“I see…”

“But, but, I’m running away from home now. I can do whatever I want, so don’t worry about it!”

As if to erase the gloomy atmosphere emanating from Tatsuma, Shiraishi deliberately put on a false cheerful face.

(I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable… This is no good!)

“Is there anything you want?”

“What happened all of a sudden?”

He tilted his head in confusion. Beautiful girls are scary things. Even when they’re wearing tracksuits, which are not sexy at all, their casual behavior is picturesque and tickles a man’s heart. Tatsuma replied, slightly entranced.

“…Well, I thought that from now on, there might be a lot of things that are missing to live in this room.”

“Something’s missing…or rather, aren’t there too few things in this room?”

Saying this, Shiraishi looked around Tatsuma’s room. Tatsuma’s room looked like that of a minimalist. Being a minimalist means looking back at what you need, carefully selecting what you need, and attaining true abundance. Tatsuma’s case was different; he didn’t want anything at all, and his current room was the result of him thinking that he didn’t need anything other than things related to boxing.

So Shiraishi’s question was natural, and the room only contained the bare minimum necessary for living alone. As a result, even though it was a small one-room apartment, it felt spacious even for two people.

“I’ve never been in someone else’s room, but, indeed, there aren’t many things there…”

“I thought so! My room was monitored too, so I couldn’t put anything I wanted there.”

“Picture?”

“Picture?”

Shiraishi spoke as if it were a matter of course, so Tatsuma almost wanted to ignore it.

“Was Shiraishi’s room being watched by someone?”

“Um, yeah… It seems my father decided that we should do it. At first I didn’t want to either, but he said that you never know what a teenager might do, and that other kids are doing it too…”

(Shiraishi-san’s house… I know this might sound bad, but it’s creepy…)

Then, I began to wonder, if they were even monitoring my room, then my smartphone might be monitored as well.

“So, were your smartphones and things like that monitored?”

“That’s right… I mean, I haven’t used it much, so I don’t mind being watched.”

He felt like he’d been hit hard on the head. And he understood. Shiraishi had never seen anyone using a smartphone in the classroom or at school. He thought that they were being considerate of the people around them and didn’t touch it, but it was only natural that they wouldn’t want to use it if they were being watched.

“… Wait a minute!”

Tatsuma said as he opened the cupboard in the kitchen where he kept the pots and pans. To begin with, Tatsuma didn’t have much of a cooking repertoire, so he didn’t have many cooking utensils and there was a little space left over, so he used it to store daily necessities like spare shampoo.

He took out a box wrapped in wrapping paper and handed it to Shiraishi.

“What is this?”

“…You’ll understand if you open it.”

“…? Then I’ll open it.”

Although she was skeptical of Tatsuma’s response, she carefully unwrapped the wrapping paper as instructed. She felt that the way she unwrapped the wrapping paper could reveal a lot about her character. When she finished, she found a brand new tablet.

“What is this?”

“It’s the latest model tablet. I’ll give it to Shiraishi-san.”

“Eh… But I’m sorry! I mean, you bought this to give to someone, Hagiwara-kun, right?”

Shiraishi assumed that Tatsuma was going to give it to someone as a gift because it was wrapped in gift paper. However, the truth was different.

“No, that was a prize I won, it was first prize. I won’t be using it, so I’d be happy if you could use it, Shiraishi-san.”

Originally, Tatsuma had been planning to sell it on an online auction site, so he had no hesitation in giving it to Shiraishi.

“Are you sure…?”

“That’s good. It’ll be fun to look into it all then, you know?”

“…I’m sorry. I’ve always received so many things.”

“It’s fine. I’m just doing it because I want to. And at times like this, I’d be happier if you said thank you.”

“Oh, that’s right. In that case, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

It was Tatsuma who wanted to express his gratitude. He was sincere and hardworking in boxing, but his human relationships were weak. At best, he only talked to his boxing buddies and his coach. At that time, he met Shiraishi, who was a strange person to talk to.

It was the first time that Tatsuma had ever experienced such excitement in a room that he had found boring.