I Received an NTR V*deo - Episode 36

“W-What… is this?”
Hoshina stood there, dumbfounded.
It was just past noon, the weather couldn’t be better—clear skies and sunshine.
She had come all the way to the entrance of my apartment building, but…
The entrance had been extravagantly decorated.
It looked like the flashy entrance to a casino.
There were multicolored lights—though hard to tell under the bright daylight.
Above the doorway, a large LED display flashed the word “SARURI” in big letters.
Beneath it, in handwritten letters, was the message: “Welcome, Hoshina.”
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“…I’m guessing this is my brother’s doing.”
“Y-Your brother’s just like the rumors say, huh? Also, um… isn’t that a spelling mistake? It says ‘Saruri’ instead of ‘Sayuri,’ right?”
“Yeah, and he even wrote the name in hiragana. Sorry… that’s my brother for you.”
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Residents had begun gathering near the apartment entrance, buzzing with curiosity.
People from outside the complex were also taking photos.
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“Let’s just head inside. Sayuri’s waiting.”
“R-Right.”
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Trying to avoid attention, I slinked into the lobby with a weary sigh.
It was obvious who was responsible, so I was sure the building manager would be knocking on my door later.
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“By the way, Netori contacted me. He said we should break up.”
“Oh, really?”
“You did something, didn’t you, Yujiro?”
“Maybe.”
“Come on, tell me what you did.”
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I had spoken to Netori and asked him to break things off with Hoshina.
It seems he followed through, just like we agreed.
He must’ve sent the message from his hospital bed.
Despite how bad his condition must be, it goes to show how terrifying my brother and Hiro were to him.
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“I had some help from an acquaintance.”
“Huh. You sure have a lot of impressive contacts—like how you found out Netori and Megumi were dating.”
“Yeah. They’re really reliable people.”
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When we reached the apartment door, Hoshina took a deep breath.
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“This is my second time, but I’m still nervous.”
“Well, Sayuri wasn’t here the last time.”
“Right. And this is my first time visiting a friend’s house. I’m excited.”
“We’ve been here together before.”
“You don’t count, Yujiro. You’re not a friend. It’s different.”
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Same place, yet somehow different… I suppose that’s just how things are.
With a shrug, I opened the door.
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“Welcome!”
“Hi, Sayuri.”
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Sayuri was already at the entrance, waiting for us.
She must’ve really been looking forward to Hoshina’s visit.
Come to think of it, this was probably the first time a friend had ever visited Sayuri at home.
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“Um… where’s your brother?”
“I kicked him out. He was being loud and annoying since morning.”
“He remodeled the entrance to the apartment, you know.”
“Ugh… I’m so embarrassed. Sorry about my idiotic brother.”
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Apparently, Sayuri had thrown him out herself.
Just imagining him getting all excited because Sayuri said she had a friend coming over… it’s so typical.
Still, that was going way too far. He deserves a proper scolding later.
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Lunch was already set up in the living room. Sayuri sat next to me, while Hoshina took the seat across—but not before giving it a thorough spray with sanitizer.
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“I got some chopsticks just for you, Hoshina.”
“Wait—thank you!”
“Will those work for you?”
“Yes. I really appreciate it.”
“I plan on having you over a lot, so I picked them out with Yujiro.”
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The chopsticks were still in their sealed packaging.
Hoshina looked down at them with visible affection.
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“We eat a lot of chicken in this house. Everyone practices karate.”
“Today is oyakodon. Yesterday was karaage.”
“Is chicken good for people who exercise a lot?”
“They say it is. But anyway, let’s eat. I’m starving.”
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We pressed our hands together in gratitude and began the meal.
The tender chicken was wrapped in soft, savory egg.
The dashi broth added depth, and it paired perfectly with the fluffy white rice.
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Hoshina, seemingly delighted by the taste, smiled as she ate.
The miso soup served on the side was also excellent. It was a perfect lunch.
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“Yujiro.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m still playing the violin. I didn’t know if I really liked it at first, but… now I know I do. At first, I only played because my parents told me to. But now, I actually enjoy it.”
“That’s wonderful. If it’s something you love, Hoshina, I’ll support you with everything I’ve got.”
“Me too! Actually, I want to hear you play someday.”
“Then… will you listen next time I play?”
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Sayuri and I both gave her a big thumbs-up.
Hoshina smiled and gave one right back.
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After lunch, we pulled out an old photo album from when Sayuri and I were kids.
She and Hoshina got deep into conversation, flipping through the pages and laughing.
I sat beside them, simply watching, wrapped in quiet happiness.
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By evening, Sayuri had gone out shopping.
She’d wanted to go with Hoshina, but since she was planning to make dinner herself, she wanted the menu to be a surprise.
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Now, it was just me and Hoshina alone in my room.
She looked around nervously, as if taking in the space for the first time.
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“I didn’t really get a good look last time… So, this is where you live, Yujiro.”
“There’s not much to see.”
“Maybe. But it’s full of you. There’s nothing here, and yet everything’s here.”
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She touched a manga on my shelf, glanced at the cover, but didn’t open it.
Then she gently put it back and turned to face me.
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“This is my happiness.”
“Yeah.”
“Remember that time we went on a walk together? That’s when I realized something. Even if we’re not doing anything special, just having you there makes me happy. You make everything special. Being with you—that’s what happiness is to me.”
“I feel the same way. Just having you around, Hoshina… it’s enough. You are what makes everything special.”
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Just walking with her had made me feel like I was in heaven.
Because she was there. That alone made the world shine.
A fast-food restaurant, the beach, a random corridor—when she was with me, it all felt like bliss.
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Hoshina gave me a gentle smile.
I suddenly felt nervous and took a few deep breaths.
Maybe she noticed, because her cheeks turned pink as she looked at me.
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This is it.
If I’m going to confess—now’s the time.
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I took a deep breath and spoke.
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“Hoshina.”
“Yes?”
“…I love you. Will you go out with me?”
“…No.”
“What?”
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Rejected?! Completely blindsided, I stared at her.
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“You said you’d take responsibility, right?”
“I did.”
“Then that’s not enough. I mean, we kissed, didn’t we? I want something more than just dating.”
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To her, that kiss meant far more than I realized.
Just dating wasn’t enough—she wanted something deeper, something more meaningful.
I was relieved I hadn’t actually been rejected.
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Something more than a confession…
No, I shouldn’t overthink it.
I’ll give her the most serious, heartfelt confession I can.
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“I’ll treasure you for the rest of my life. I’ll spend my whole life making you happy. I want to be with you until the day I die.”
“…Is that… a proposal?”
“Uh, well…”
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Hoshina looked at me, her eyes half-lidded in embarrassment.
Was she confirming how serious I was?
She might be a bit intense—but I’m ready for that.
Heavy emotions don’t scare me.
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I’d never cheat.
I don’t “think” I love her. I do—completely, truly, sincerely.
So, I can’t let it end here.
I placed a hand on her shoulder and looked her straight in the eyes.
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My heart pounded.
My head felt like it was boiling.
My hands were shaking, my throat dry.
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But I had to speak, honestly and clearly.
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“This is a proposal. Will you marry me?”
“……”
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Hoshina nodded slowly.
Then, blushing deeply, she smiled and met my eyes.
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“I guess I don’t have a choice. I’ll stay with you forever.”
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Her ears were bright red. Her whole face was flushed.
I hadn’t imagined proposing this early in our relationship.
But that’s okay.
Soon or late, it doesn’t matter.
I promised to take responsibility, and I meant every word.
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Our first loves ended in heartbreak.
But this will be our last love—and it will make us both happy.
I believe that, with all my heart.
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I looked at her with nothing but love.
And, without saying a word, we leaned in and shared a kiss.
A kiss filled with hopes, promises, and all our feelings for each other.
From now on, we’ll be together.
Because we truly, sincerely love each other.
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Our bond is unbreakable.
No temptation in the world can shake what we have.
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The End