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

Chapter 8

Suspicious Person

Translated by GXYRU
Edited by GXYRU

I was checking my smartphone under the counter when I noticed the tired-looking Miku and Ren.

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　　　　　　　　　　　　　《Awesome replica!》

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　　　　　　　　　　　　　《Impregnation fee》

Without realizing that I, or rather the listeners, were staring at them, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter rather than getting angry about being cheated on. As I continued checking my phone, my head was suddenly grabbed, and I was forcefully forced to make eye contact with the section chief.

“Now you’re my boyfriend, right?”

Huh!?

The section chief brought up the lie he made up earlier to protect me from the playboy, and he stared at me intently with his long eyelashes and gem-like, teary eyes.

– Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Just that made my heart beat faster.

“Sorry, I just wanted to trouble Yuzuki a bit.”

“That… I mean, I had no choice but to do it…”

As I made excuses, the section chief said, “I got annoyed by the clueless Yuzuki, so I’ll shoot him!”

Releasing his grip on my face, the section chief walked towards the shooting range at the end of the bar with slower steps than usual, although not stumbling.

“Oh, there’s Chisato Senzoku’s gun!”

Seeing the rental airsoft guns in a glass case, the cosplay enthusiast inside me got excited, and I stared at the replica gun that appeared rattlingly.

The section chief waved at me and called me over, seemingly annoyed that I was angry. 

“You just got it, would you like to try it out?”

“Yeah, please!”

The section chief was about to take out his wallet from his bag to pay the rental fee, but the receptionist stopped him. It seemed like she was saying, “Because of what happened earlier, the two of you can use it for free,” or something like that.

The rental counter for airsoft guns at this “Yamaneko” shooting range was modeled after a gun storage facility in an American police office, and it had a pretty impressive setup.

When I stood next to the section chief, the receptionist removed the magazine from a pistol with a distinctive striker head, handed it to me through the wire mesh, and said:

“Now, shall we let our reliable and cool boyfriend load it?”

“”W-What?! Boyfriend?!””

As the section chief and I looked at each other, the receptionist smiled and answered:

“Yes, you two make a very well-suited couple.”

I couldn’t believe I was the section chief’s boyfriend…

Internally, I was happy, but I thought the section chief would find it annoying.

However…

“D-D-Do you… d-d-do you really see us that way?! I mean, seeing me, an older woman, and Yuzuki as a couple… I want to treat you to something, but you’re still working, right? H-Here’s a tip, a tip.”

Blushing, the section chief tried to hand over more money than the range rental fee, causing trouble for the receptionist.

I loaded the BB loader into the magazine, filled it with gas, and handed it to the section chief. Meanwhile, the section chief smoothed his glossy hair and put on goggles.

“Yuzuki really understands me. I have

 so many rivals.”

Rivals?

Ah, he means Ren… He’s not just a rival anymore, but someone who stole my girlfriend.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I pulled the trigger, and the slide moved back as the bullet was fired. The section chief had a beautiful posture, but he seemed drunk or something, struggling to hit the center of the target.

“Yuzuki… Sorry, can you teach me how to shoot?”

“I don’t mind, but doesn’t the section chief know?”

“No matter how much you learn, there’s always something new. Besides, I want Yuzuki to support me from behind.”

The section chief’s cheeks and eyes relaxed, and he hurriedly wiped away the drool about to spill over.

“Excuse me.”

“Sure, anytime.”

In response to the section chief’s request, I placed my hand on his, which was holding the gun behind him while he assumed a shooting stance.

Although our stances and postures were different, it ended up resembling the positioning of a middle-aged man teaching a young girl a lewd form in a golf swing.

I tried my best to avoid any skin or clothing contact with the section chief to avoid creeping him out…

“What are you doing? You need to align more closely; otherwise, the aim will be off. And it’s even more obscene if you hunch your back.”

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Upon hearing the section chief release a sweet sigh and slightly arch his back, he apologized quickly.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s nothing. It’s just that Yuzuki’s body warmth felt nice. Please continue.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Look! Thanks to Yuzuki, three shots hit the center circle.”

“It’s because the section chief is skilled.”

“No, it’s because Yuzuki is an excellent teacher.”

The section chief happily celebrated like a child, shaking my hand vigorously. He was just adorable.

Despite some interruptions, thanks to the master’s considerate arrangements, we had a drink and enjoyed shooting. But due to stress and the usual fatigue, the section chief fell asleep, making a soft snoring sound on my back.

After safely escorting the section chief, it almost turned into an adventure. He was trying to have an intimate encounter with me like a cat playing with a toy…

Anyway, after persuading her, I headed home. As I cooled down my heated body by letting the wind blow against it, the excitement in my chest didn’t subside at all, even though the intoxication had worn off.

Based on the anti-loss tag on my smartphone and the camera, it seems Ren is still in my room.

Unaware that I would arrive home in just five more minutes, they both entered my bed while still naked and engaged in pillow talk.

Usually, I would message Miku when returning home, so she must have felt at ease. 

I rang the doorbell.

I felt like Colonel “I’ll give you three minutes” with my mood. The apartment’s floor echoed with my hurried steps. I peeked into the room through the camera on my smartphone and saw Miku and Ren startled, jumping up while still naked.

From their conversation, it seemed that Ren was about to hide on the balcony.

“Welcome back, Rintaro. Y-You came back so early…”

Miku seemed flustered as she hastily put on a shirt over her naked body and answered the intercom. Her voice was trembling, and she seemed quite anxious. She had mistakenly put on Ren’s discarded shirt.

“Sorry, I-I lost my keys… Can you open the door for me?”

Of course, I hadn’t actually lost my keys.

Miku slowly opened the door with a clicking sound, her expression stiffening. She cautiously told me,

“T-There’s an intruder!”

I was impressed by her excuse; there were always different ways to avoid the truth. Of course, Ren’s shoes were not on the entrance floor.

Whether it was Ren’s idea or Miku’s attempt to conceal the situation, their collaboration was well-coordinated. If it weren’t for the missed livestream, I might not have noticed.

To corner the obvious intruder, Ren, I prepared myself by grabbing self-defense items and connecting the batteries.

“Hey… Rintaro… I’m scared…”

“It’s okay, I’m here.”

Miku deliberately acted scared and hid behind me. I thought to myself that I must be quite the villain for going along with this charade in the darkness. Although I couldn’t see clearly, I opened the glass door leading to the balcony, ran my eyes along the wall, and spotted Ren, the suspicious intruder, trying to descend naked from the third floor using a rainwater pipe.

Ren’s clothes and belongings seemed to have been thrown by Miku and were now lying on the ground near the first floor.

I switched my next-generation electric gun, an AK-47, to full auto, making a clicking sound as I pulled the charging handle.

Take this, Ren!

This is the bullet of my anger for stealing Miku!

Bubba bubba bubba bubba bubba bubba bubba bubba bubba bubba bubba bubba bubba bubba!

Look, Ren! You look like trash!

No, you’re garbage itself.

Garbage that produces money.

I showered Ren, who was completely naked, with a storm of BB bullets. Most of the shots hit Ren, and by the time I finished firing all the bullets in the magazine and completed the reload, Ren had disappeared into the shrubs.

I stopped pursuing further as there was a risk of accidental shots, but I couldn’t help but look forward to how Ren would show up for work tomorrow with what kind of expression. 

After driving away the trash, there was another piece of trash, Miku, who was watching the outside from the balcony with a worried expression.

With a smug smile because I had been able to take a small revenge on Ren, Miku averted her gaze from me and murmured, “T-Thank you…” in a somewhat pitiful manner.