6 Main Heroines Who Absolutely Want to Monopolize Me - Volume 1 Chapter 6.2

Lovers in New York 2

To be honest, I can kind of guess why she’s angry.

However, I couldn’t kindly accept the thought of the method she might have used to find out about it.

Because Sakiho was probably able to know this information because she was my stalker.

“…Could it be that you’re angry about me being kissed?”

Her eyes widened at that word, and she shot me another glare. She sat cross-legged on her seat, pulling the blanket over her head. It seemed like I hit the nail on the head.

I let out a small sigh.

Osaki wouldn’t have intentionally shared the details of that night with anyone, especially not with Sakiho.

So, it mean that Sakiho somehow overheard our conversation in the bathroom that night.

“From ventilation, maybe?”

Sakiho pouts her lips in silence.

While it was possible to block physical intrusion by closing windows, curtains, and doors completely, trapping air was impossible. Moreover, it would be dangerous for us if we did so.

Especially in lodging facilities, the bathroom vents often connected the rooms, and it was common to hear humming from the adjacent room’s bathroom in business hotels and such.

It seemed Sakiho utilized that to engage in her usual stalker-like eavesdropping activities and inadvertently overheard our conversation in the bathroom.

I thought we had spoken in voices lower than the shower’s sound… At least, I hope it wasn’t recorded by Osaki’s eavesdropping device.

Well, there was no helping it if she heard.

However, if we continued in this awkward moment, inviting Sakiho on a one-on-one date would be meaningless. We’d end without knowing what we wanted to know.

“Hey, Sakiho, about that…”

“No, I don’t want to hear it.”

She pulled the blanket tighter, hugging her knees and making herself even smaller.

“Sakiho…”

“I said I don’t want to hear it!”

Sakiho covered her ears and screamed.

The outburst might have slightly annoy other passengers, but this was indeed first class. The door was closed, creating a private space, and it seemed that the source of the sound couldn’t be identified. They quickly returned to silence, likely treating it as a glimpse of their imagination.

However, if Sakiho screamed one or two more times, the flight attendants would probably come here to check. After all, this is first class flight

Feeling weak, I scratched my head, and through the gap in the blanket, wet eyes peered at me.

“I cherished it all along, you know? Shinichi’s first kiss.”

Why does Sakiho cherish my first kiss? I was about to blurt it out, but realizing that she would undoubtedly get upset again if I said that. Besides, the time when I was dating Osaki overlapped with that incident, and for her to confidently conclude that it was my first kiss, well, it essentially meant that she, as a stalker, was monitoring me almost 24/7 even during that period… or she might be doing so. Even if she were, it wouldn’t be surprising, but even if she weren’t.

“And yet… Uuu…”

Apparently, she was sobbing as she imagined my first kiss.

“I wonder why you were taking a bath together?”

“Huh? Didn’t you ask me the reason for that? you heard it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… but Shinichi and Osaki were talking in such a hushed voice that I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t even hear Osaki Sumire’s voice.”

“Was my voice loud?”

Osaki’s voice was probably higher and more audible…

“No, it wasn’t. I have the ability to pick out Shinichi’s voice even in the midst of noise…”

“Oh, I see…”

She said something frightening in a somewhat submissive tone.

“Out of those, I only caught three things. They were…”

“You don’t have to say it.”

” …’Osaki, maybe your ears… are they sensitive?’ ‘Is standing tough for you?’ ‘”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!”

Ignoring my attempt to stop her, Sakiho went on.

“…’Is it the first time I’ve been kissed?’ and ‘ Ugh…'”

“Please stop…I’m going to die…!”

Having only my side revealed doubled the embarrassment…!

“Even though it was Osaki Sumire, at least it was her… But still, ugh…! But I couldn’t protect my first kiss with you, Shin…!”

Next to me, who was so embarrassed that my face felt like it was on fire, Sakiho seemed to be regretful, like the protagonist of a battle manga who had just suffered their first defeat.

Thanks to her, I was able to regain a bit of composure.

“…Hey, Sakiho.”

“What is it?”

Sakiho raises her eyebrow and glares at me with teary eyes.

I confessed the truth to her who misunderstood me based on my voice alone..

“Does a kiss on the cheek count as a first kiss?”

“Huh?”

Sakiho let out a genuinely surprised voice. ‘Huh?’

“What? What’s with the cheek? What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, ‘What’s with the cheek?’ It’s exactly as it sounds. I didn’t kissed on the lips.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

It wasn’t a lie to appease Sakiho.

That time, what Osaki did was a kiss on my cheek.

“What? Yes, what…!”

Sakiho laughed, as if her displeasure from earlier was a lie,

Once again, she glared at me. No, why is she angry again…?

“The kiss on the cheek, it wasn’t your first time, right? I mean, I, back in elementary school, kissed you on the cheek, didn’t I?”

“Oh, yeah, you did…”

“I did! As proof of my first love, I did it back then…”

After saying that, Sakiho quietly shut her mouth.

“…It’s fine after all. I want you to remember it yourself, so I won’t tell you yet.”

The misunderstanding was cleared up (maybe?), and the plane arrived at its destination—the Manhattan district of New York City.

Manhattan’s cityscape is like a combination of Tokyo’s Ginza, Omotesando, Roppongi, Shinjuku, and Shinjuku Gyoen. In short, it’s The Metropolis.

It gives off a feeling of the original Metropolis. Yellow taxis, skyscrapers, a world that seems to have been plucked straight from an overseas movie. And one of its distinctive features is the grid-like layout of the streets that intersect.

By the way, when we arrived, Juujo-san jokingly said with a serious expression,

“The rest is up to you two young folks,”

and drove us and our luggage to the hotel in a limousine.

“Now, what should we do?”

When I finally made it to the starting line, I reminded myself of my purpose this time.

① Is Sakiho the “master of the mysterious document”?

②If her first love were to be fulfilled, what would happen to Sakiho’s attitude?

In order to confirm these two points, I chose Manhattan.