Chapter 163: [Even Among Close Friends, There Is Etiquette]

Chapter 163: [Even Among Close Friends, There Is Etiquette]

<<Rules, rules!? I don't need to do anything like that!>>

<<Hey, you! You're the one who groped my chest while I was sleeping just because I spent one night here, and you're saying that?>>

<<Grr, it's all because the tempting Iroha led me astray!>>

<<I didn't do anything, though!>>

<<Ugh. It was just some friendly skinship between friends that night, but since then, Iroha has been cold.>>

Angu Ogu groaned, but she had brought it upon herself.

Perhaps she needed more time for reflection.

Well, even if not, people were sharing living space with each other.

Some ground rules were necessary.

<<First, let's agree not to enter each other's rooms without permission. It would be awful to get attacked while sleeping.>>

<<But what if I sneak in quietly to sleep together?>>

<<That's safe, right? Of course not! If I suddenly walked in on you while you were enjoying your doujinshi alone, you'd be in trouble.>>

<<Ugh!? You've got a point. But I didn't bring any doujinshi!>>

I'm in the same boat.

Regulations are different in Japan and the U.S., and it could become illegal. I'm underage, so I definitely don't have any R18 stuff.

I don't have a stash in a storage unit, and I haven't watched anything confiscated from Angu Ogu!

By the way, I'm not a fan of myself, the "Translation Girl Iroha".

So, this is the first time I've read something like this.

I won't say any more, but it's a strange feeling.

A little bit of empathy... No, it's nothing.

<<Alright, I've decided. We'll absolutely lock our room doors when we sleep.>>

<<Aww, really?>>

Fortunately, unlike Japanese homes, each room had a proper lock.

It seemed necessary to be cautious and not forget to lock them.

This apartment has two private rooms, 1 for me and 1 for Angu Ogu.

There's also a kitchen, a living-dining area, and a bathroom.

<<Oh, right. Don't peek into the bathroom, okay?>>

<<Ugh, well... I'm still embarrassed to show my naked body to others.>>

<<Well, I can cook simple things.>>

<<Hmph. People who've never done it can say anything!>>

I felt bad for Angu Ogu, but I could manage simple cooking.

It was a bit of a cheat, having lived alone in my past life.

Well, whether we can cook or not will become apparent quickly.

Let's look forward to each other's culinary skills or lack thereof.

<<We also need to decide on cleaning and laundry.>>

<<...! Iroha, you can leave the laundry to me!>>

<<Why do you only seem motivated for that?>>

<<I-I don't have any ulterior motives!>>

<<Well, if you're willing to do it, I'll leave it to you...>>

I also didn't want to touch a young girl's underwear too much...

Oh, wait. I realized it and gave Angu Ogu a stern look.

<<...Don't do anything weird with my underwear, okay?>>

<<I-I won't! Anything weird!? I'm not a pervert! I promise I won't sniff them or anything. So you can relax, Iroha!>>

<<Now I'm not relaxed at all! Let's take turns with the laundry, too. And cleaning as well. We can rely on the robot vacuum for the basics and occasionally call for house cleaning.>>

Both Angu Ogu and I were busy people.

Cooking, cleaning, laundry, and other household chores – if someone else could handle them, it was better.

Or better yet, leave it to machines.

There was even a dishwasher in this apartment.

If you could buy time with money, there was nothing better.

After all, it meant more time to spend on our favorite things!

<<That's basically it. Just one more thing.>>

<<Hm? What is it?>>

As a Japanese person, there was one thing I couldn't compromise on. That was...

<<.-No shoes inside the room!>>

Angu Ogu laughed and said, "Is that so?".

And so, our shared life began.