If I Forget To End The Livestream, The Scene Of My Childhood Friend’s Girlfriend And My Junior’s Aff

Chapter 1

Epiloge

Translated by GXYRU
Edited by GXYRU

Early morning on that day…

When I woke up, Mikku, who had been sleeping next to me, was not there. I heard a rhythmic tapping sound coming from beside me. It seemed she had woken up earlier and was preparing breakfast. I wondered why she was up earlier than usual and then remembered.

Ah, today was the day Mikku planned to hang out with her female friends.

I had completely forgotten about her plans. Lately, I had been working overtime and coming home late. It had become a routine for me to quietly slip into her bed after eating the dinner she had prepared, so as not to wake her up. Although I was a little tired, my eyes were wide awake, and I decided to get up without going back to sleep and wash my face.

“Ah, Mikku, you’re up early.”

“Oh, good morning! Taro, you’re already awake?”

As I opened the door and entered the living-dining area, Mikku, wearing an apron and holding her smartphone, looked startled when she saw my face and almost dropped her phone.

On the cutting board were partially chopped spring onions and a knife.

Mikku had long black hair tied up in a bun and had a neat and tidy appearance with clear facial features—a beautiful and caring girlfriend who took good care of me. We started dating from the second year of high school during the cultural festival. I invited her to the after-party on a whim and confessed my feelings to her, and she easily accepted. Since then, our relationship had been going well, and we had even moved in together.

I said to Mikku, who was about to resume her cooking preparations after placing her phone on the kitchen counter, “Won’t it get wet if you leave it there?”

“No, it’s okay. I can’t see the recipe and stuff if it’s not here.”

Mikku’s presence obstructed my view, and I couldn’t clearly see the screen of her phone. However, Mikku’s cooking skills had improved even more recently, and if I could enjoy delicious meals, I didn’t really care about such small things.

“It will take some time for the food to be ready, so take it easy, Taro.”

“Ah, thanks.”

Looking at myself in the mirror, I shaved my beard, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. It was something I had been doing since high school, but whenever I thought about Mikku cooking for me in the kitchen, it made me feel happy.

My parents are urging me to get married, saying they want to see their grandchild, but I’m still not ready for marriage. 

Financially, I have made some progress by working overtime, but the problem is when to go and buy a house. I don’t have much time to leisurely look for one right now.

Since I woke up early, I decided to spend that time on my hobby. It involves introducing my favorite airsoft guns through live streaming. 

I started this with the hope that it would contribute at least a little to my living expenses, but honestly, the revenue hasn’t been great… I’m streaming on an age-restricted video platform called RTube, as the items I handle are considered adult toys. 

My channel has been struggling for about five years, and even with live streams, if I manage to attract ten viewers, it’s considered a good day. Just recently, I finally surpassed 1,000 subscribers and achieved monetization, but it’s still on the lower end.

If I were a cute girl with a large bust, wearing a tank top to accentuate my cleavage, I could easily reach over 100,000 subscribers. But reality is not so sweet. Nonetheless, I enjoy interacting with the few listeners I have through chat, engaging in aimless conversations.

“Good morning, this is Yuzumikan,” I greeted the camera, and the chat displayed some messages.

“Good morning.”

“Hey there!”

Looking at the names, they were former airsoft buddies who used to visit frequently. Facing the camera, I waved at them before lifting my favorite gun from a box.

“Ta-da! Today’s airsoft gun is the HERA ARMS CQR from ICS!”

The receiver is based on the AR platform, like an M4, but its distinctive foregrip and stock give it a futuristic appearance.

“I love the cyberpunk vibe!”

“Exactly!”

“Does the magazine drop free?”

“It’s a bit stiff, so you might need to assist it with your hand.”

About four people came to watch today’s stream.

“I have to leave for work.”

“Oh, I have a lecture this morning.”

“Alright then, that’s it for today. If you enjoyed it, please like and subscribe to the channel. See you later!”

The two regular viewers left, and the 15-minute stream was coming to an end.

“Breakfast is ready.”

At that moment, I heard Miku’s voice, and I hurriedly put on my work shirt and prepared to leave.

The warm meal consisted of rice, miso soup, grilled salmon filet, lightly pickled cucumber and Chinese cabbage. It wasn’t a luxurious meal, but when Miku made it, it tasted incredibly delicious. I placed a fatty piece of salmon on the rice, scooped it up with my chopsticks, and the combination of the salmon’s oiliness, saltiness, and the sweetness of the cooked rice created a blissful experience.

As I sat at the table, savoring Miku’s homemade dishes, she was still working in the kitchen.

“Taro, I’m sorry. I’ve been invited by Sayuri and the others for dinner tonight, so I’ll be eating with them.”

“Hmm? Don’t worry about it. Go and have fun without me.”

I had known about it in advance, and it was her well-deserved break. I’m not the type of guy to complain about such things.

“Thank you, Taro.”

Lately, Miku’s gestures have become strangely seductive. Perhaps she was really happy because she hugged me from behind as I sat in the chair, whispered softly in my ear, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

She

 brought me my suit jacket at the entrance and helped me put it on. Determined to do my best at work for her sake, I left the apartment.

— End of the workday.

I will continue with the translation of the fourth part:

Today, my boss, Hinata-san, was in a good mood and encouraged me to leave early. Taking advantage of that, I got off at a station near the office district where commercial facilities line up and headed to a department store.

When I entered the store, the jewelry in the dazzling glass display case and the immaculate white shirt and black vest worn by the female store clerk exuded a radiant smile.

When I visited this place with Miku in the past, I was relieved to see that the diamond ring she had been captivated by was still unsold. But at the same time, my body trembled.

“I’ll take this 500,000 yen engagement ring!”

With a trembling voice, I called out to the trembling store clerk, ready to take the plunge.

For me, who only owned a used car, it was the most expensive purchase I had made so far, but I didn’t want to compromise on Miku, who took care of me.

The store clerk had probably seen many people like me before, and without any hesitation, she smiled and said, “Certainly,” bowing politely, and then asked if the size was correct before wrapping it up.

At the checkout, the amount exceeded the credit card limit, so I handed the cash I withdrew from the bank to the store clerk. In exchange for the cash, I was given a glossy, laminated paper bag with a luxurious feel.

Now, it was just a matter of how to hand it over to Miku.

Surprisingly, the best way to do it would be to surprise her.

People around me quickly backed away.

I imagined Miku receiving the engagement ring from me and being delighted, and I grinned, but I was still drawing attention from the crowded train during the rush hour.

There was nothing I could do about it.

Feeling nervous about whether she would be pleased or not, I headed home. As Miku had informed me, she was not in the room.

In an attempt to distract myself from the loneliness, I opened the refrigerator and found her homemade dinner wrapped in plastic wrap with a note attached.

[Tarou, good job at work!]

Her few words seeped into me, and my fatigue seemed to disappear. After finishing eating the tonkatsu she made for me and putting the dishes into the dishwasher, I checked the time.

It was 8:00 p.m…

Suddenly, I looked at the clock, realizing that it was still the time when I would usually be working. I noticed it when I entered the empty room, completely dark.

Oh no!

As I entered the darkened room, I saw that the camera light was still on. In the morning, Miku called out to me, and I had carelessly forgotten to end the livestream.

I checked, and it seemed that the subsequent video was saved in the archive, so I decided to confirm it… 

What is this!?

It captured Miku and Ren entering my room. They were standing close together, and Ren was whispering in Miku’s ear, causing her body to tremble.

“If we get caught… Ren-kun.”

“Doing it in Senpai’s room is so exciting, isn’t it?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Really? Miku seems a bit moist down there.”

“Maybe she’s excited…”

Ren began stroking around Miku’s skirt, and she blushed, not seeming entirely unwilling.

Stop it!

Ren! Why are you making a move on someone else’s girlfriend!

Miku! If you don’t like it, reject him properly!

My wishes were in vain as the two escalated their actions.