Tokyo: Becoming the Perfect Male God Starting with a Rented Boyfriend

Chapter 36 Aochi Akane

Miyazawa watched silently as Miss Ao devoured the cookies, and it wasn't until the fifth cookie had disappeared that she noticed the gaze beside her.

"Would you like some, sir?"

Miss Qing handed over the cookie box.

"No, I don't need to."

Miyazawa Itsuki declined. He had made many experimental cookies at the shop in his quest to perfect the product, almost developing a psychological aversion to them.

"That's true, after all, these are cookies made by the young man, so he must have eaten them many times."

Miss Qing took a bite of the cookie with a mix of regret and envy, closed the cookie box, and put it back deep in the drawer.

She instinctively touched the bridge of her nose, but quickly realized something was wrong.

Today, I didn't even wear my signature sunglasses in front of Miyazawa Itsuki.

"I miscalculated. I should have brought it with me." Miss Qing showed a somewhat resigned expression.

"Miss Qing...?"

"Huh? Don't you recognize me, sir?"

"What?" Miyazawa Itsuki asked in confusion. "Of course I know Miss Ao. You are an important guest of mine."

"That's not what I meant..." Miss Qing touched her cheek, then sighed as if she had just remembered something.

"It seems you're not interested in this kind of thing. Or perhaps I still have a long way to go."

Miyazawa Itsuki finally realized the meaning behind the words: "...Is Miss Ao a celebrity?"

Miss Qing nodded gently upon hearing this.

"To be precise, he's an idol."

idol?

He was somewhat surprised.

With Miss Qing's looks, it's not surprising that she became an idol; on the contrary, it seems only natural.

However, Miyazawa Itsuki's impression of the Japanese idol profession was too outdated; he thought it was just about cute girls who would liven up the atmosphere on stage.

Miss Qing is more like a snow lotus on the summit of Tianshan Mountain, with a pure white and aloof temperament, and she doesn't seem to talk much.

It's hard to imagine Miss Qing's demeanor on stage.

"Judging from your surprised look, do you think I'm not like an idol?"

Miyazawa Itsuki shook his head: "No, it's because I know too little about this profession."

Miss Qing gave a faint, self-deprecating smile.

"Actually, it's okay to say we don't look alike, I don't think so myself. People have been describing us like that since the first day of our debut."

"Aoike Akane is not a true idol."

Akane Aochi... Is that Miss Ao's name?

Miyazawa Itsuki felt a sense of familiarity.

Memories began to resurface in my mind.

One of the members of that super popular girl idol group called "Star Colors" has a name similar to this.

"So, Miss Qing is a member of that famous group."

"Does the young man still remember us?"

"I've heard of it."

Akane Aoike looked sullen.

"Does this guy know our group, but not me?"

"I'm sorry, my knowledge in this area is limited to just knowing the group's name."

"Oh, so you mean the young man doesn't know anyone?"

That's it.

The unhappiness on Aochi Akane's face quickly disappeared.

"Then, from now on, young man, we'll be acquainted with Aochi Akane. I hope you'll continue to support me."

"Of course, Miss Qing is an important customer of my shop. Of course I will support her."

"Zero points, say it again," Aochi Akane said, dissatisfied.

"Huh?" Miyazawa Itsuki was stunned for a moment, then quickly used the other half of her brain that belonged to her rented boyfriend.

"What I mean is, from now on I'll be a loyal fan of Akane Aoike. Even at group handshake events, I'll only line up for Akane."

"There wasn't a handshake event," Aoike Akane said contentedly. "But that was a pretty good answer; I'd give you a passing grade."

"I'd really like to know what a perfect answer is."

"I can't say," Akane Aochi refused to reveal.

Miyazawa Itsuki regrets that he has lost the opportunity to improve his skills.

He looked around at the decorations and suddenly remembered something.

Ah, so that means I've entered the room of a super popular idol?

Even as a fan. Although I've only been a fan for a short time.

Judging from Aochi Akane's nonchalant expression, she didn't seem to find anything wrong with it.

"Miss Qingchi, do you live here alone?"

"Hmm? Of course not. This property was purchased jointly by the three of us as a place to rest."

In other words, the other two idols could arrive at any time.

"So, Miss Aoike, your two companions..."

"The two of them went out, and it's uncertain when they'll be back."

At this point, Aochi Akane paused, her eyes quickly sharpening.

"Are you interested in them, sir? Well, they are all quite beautiful girls. If you'd like, I can let you meet them."

"...No, I don't want to."

Miyazawa Itsuki sensed a murderous aura.

"I'm just a fan of Akane Aoike," he emphasized, finally managing to appease Miss Aoike.

"I just feel that since Miss Qingchi's companions might return at any time, it's not appropriate for me to stay here any longer. It's time to say goodbye."

Aochi Akane remained silent for a moment, seemingly recalling the scene of her companions catching her bringing a boy back to the villa, and her face quickly turned guilty.

"So..." Miyazawa Itsuki prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute," Aochi Akane called out to him quickly.

"Before you leave, there's one last thing I'd like to ask you."

……

Inside the kitchen of the villa.

Miyazawa Itsuki stared at the chaotic kitchen, deeply shocked.

How did they manage to create such battlefield-like chaos?

It's just making food, not gunpowder.

"I... have always wanted to replicate the desserts from that guy, but I've never succeeded."

Aochi Akane turned her face away, somewhat embarrassed.

"So, I want to see for myself how the guy actually does it."

"I see," Miyazawa Itsuki sighed. "Then I'll demonstrate it for you."

He was quite pleased that someone had become interested in making desserts because of him.

"What kind of dessert would you like me to make, Miss Aoike?"

Caramel pudding.

"This feels like the kind of answer Ms. Aoike would give," Miyazawa Itsuki nodded, looking at the materials.

"So, first, let's prepare the pudding mixture..."

In the kitchen, the boy's patient voice could be heard.

"...Then add the heavy cream, being careful not to boil it."

He and the girl were locked in a deep gaze.

"...Finally, it's time to unmold and refrigerate. If you don't have special equipment, you can refrigerate it for about four hours."

Even after it ended, it was never moved.

……

Due to time constraints, Miyazawa Itsuki was unable to eat the final product.

But considering that it was made using my own professional skills, it certainly won't be bad.

Since it was made for three people, Ms. Aoike could share it with her companions. She could simply say she made it herself.

Anyway, she should have learned it by now, judging by her serious attitude.

Miyazawa Itsuki embarked on his return journey, leaving the mansion and then passing through the gate of the villa complex.

As I turned the corner, I brushed past a luxury car.

Inside the car, a girl named Akanishi Yuuka was fast asleep, leaning on another person's shoulder.

Beside her, a girl with unparalleled beauty suddenly opened her eyes, her heart seemingly clenching for a moment.

"A-Shu..."