According to the famous 'a hit dog will holler' theory, Sakurajima Mai's statement had clearly exposed the fact that she was the very idiot Mori Shinra was talking about who had left home without her key.
Inside the apartment, Mori Shinra found a dry towel for her.
"Thank you."
She accepted the towel while standing. She didn't follow his suggestion to sit down, because her entire body was soaked, and every step she took left a wet footprint on the floor. So, after coming in, she simply stood still in the entryway.
She planned to wait for the rain to lighten up, then ask him—the only person who could currently see her—to go back with her and act as a mouthpiece, so she could get the building manager to call a locksmith to help open her door.
However, he felt that it wasn't right for her to just stand in the entryway. After a moment of thought, he said, "Why don't you take off your pantyhose and come in."
Once the pantyhose were off, and the water on her thighs was wiped dry, she wouldn't have to worry about getting the floor wet.
Besides, his floor had a special waterproof treatment. It was no problem at all even if it got wet. In fact, it was better if it was wet...
Mori Shinra: ✧(≖◡≖✿) Hehe...
This time, Sakurajima Mai didn't misunderstand. She obediently reached her hands into her skirt. Halfway through the motion, she suddenly stopped, puffed her cheeks slightly, and looked at him. "You, turn around."
With a hint of regret, Shinra walked into his room and brought out a clean set of pajamas and a bath towel. When he came out again, she had already taken off her pantyhose and was holding them in her hand.
Naturally, his gaze fell upon those slender, well-proportioned thighs.
He had already discovered before that her legs were a classic 'wine glass' shape. Now, with the black pantyhose removed, the characteristic of being wider at the top and narrower at the bottom was even more pronounced.
And it was clear that she paid great attention to managing her figure. Her thighs were full and plump, her calves slender and firm. There were no obviously developed muscles; the fat was evenly distributed, and the overall lines were smooth.
To maintain this, in addition to natural talent, one also needed diligent exercise to preserve this rare beauty.
Summary: These were a pair of beautiful legs that one would not get tired of playing with for even ten years.
But no matter how beautiful her legs were, he wouldn't keep staring. That would be a bit of a turn-off. And more importantly, he was afraid of scaring her away.
"Go take a shower first. Don't catch a cold."
Right now, she was soaked to the bone, her school uniform clinging to her body, perfectly outlining her graceful figure. It was a beautiful sight, but if not dealt with in time, catching a cold was inevitable.
"That's not necessary, is it?" She was inclined to refuse. She wasn't bold enough to take a shower the first time she visited a guy's house.
"I have a washing machine and a dryer. After you're done showering, just toss your changed clothes in. If you're quick, everything can be dry in about three hours. Then you can decide whether to stay or go," he said.
Seeing that he had put it that way, and feeling a little cold herself, she hesitated for a moment and then agreed. "Alright then."
She took the obviously oversized pajamas from his hand and walked into the bathroom with the towel. Just as she stepped inside, she suddenly remembered something and poked half her head out with a wary look.
"Don't you peek."
"No problem. Just listening to the sound is enough for me to eat three bowls of rice."
Right, he hasn't eaten yet.
It seems I haven't eaten either.
Hearing him say this, she finally felt hungry.
Wait, that's not the point. His statement just now was extremely dangerous.
She wanted to make him go away, but she had no reason, because she was the outsider here.
She couldn't bring herself to say 'get out' to the benefactor who had taken her in.
As if seeing her concern, Shinra took the initiative to speak. "I think letting a younger boy get turned on by the sound of your shower is a hobby of a composed, mature woman."
Hilarious. Did you really think he would leave?
He, Mori Shinra, was going to stand here and listen to the sound of her showering today.
Sure enough, after hearing him say this, Sakurajima Mai stammered for a moment, then put on an 'I was planning to do this all along' attitude and said with a light snort, "But don't you go doing anything strange by yourself, okay?"
"Strange things?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
"St-strange things are strange things! Even if you're going to do them, do them in your own room!"
With that, Mai angrily pulled her head back into the bathroom, closed the door with a bang, and then locked it with a 'click'.
Soon, the sound of a shower came from the bathroom.
Shinra shook his head, placed the dinner he was carrying on the table, changed his shoes at the entryway, and picked up his umbrella.
Oh, and he had to bring his key.
He was going downstairs again to the convenience store across the street to buy another dinner.
For her to come over at this time, and in such a mess, she clearly hadn't eaten either.
By the time he returned with the heated meal from the convenience store, she had already finished her shower and had tossed her clothes and everything into the washing machine.
"Where did you go?"
She said it like a newlywed wife complaining about her husband going out to fool around at night.
Shinra didn't explain, but instead placed the meal in front of her, then sat back down in the chair across from her.
Perhaps the aroma of the food was too enticing, or perhaps she was really hungry. In any case, the moment he placed the meal in front of her, her stomach very cooperatively let out a 'gurgle'.
The sound wasn't loud, but in the current environment, it was very obvious.
Shinra observed as the girl's cheeks, neck, and ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was quite a magical sight.
"Ahem, let's eat first."
"Mmm..."
The girl's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. She was both moved by his thoughtfulness and annoyed at her own unruly stomach.
Running over to his place without a key was embarrassing enough. Now, with this added on top, she wished she could find a crack to crawl into.
Shinra ate his bun, watching the girl before him who, despite being very hungry, still maintained an elegant eating posture, finishing the meal in front of her with small but quick bites.
Although it was just an ordinary convenience store meal, she somehow managed to eat it with the air of someone dining on high-end cuisine.
It even improved his own appetite quite a bit. Perhaps this was what "beauty is a feast for the eyes" meant.
Speaking of which, another question suddenly occurred to him. He didn't have any women's underwear at his place. Did that mean the girl before him was currently in a state of vacuum?
It was one thing not to realize it, but once he did, even he couldn't help but feel his mind start to wander...