[LN] Senpai, Jitaku Keibiin no Koyou wa Ikaga desu ka? - Volume 1 - Chapter 1 - Part 1

 

Chapter 1 - "Senpai, will you hire me as a maid?" (Part 1)

Currently, my house is hiring a maid.

I don't accept maids through intermediaries, or through recruitment posters. Often this can be done through acquaintances or close relatives, or even strangers on the internet.

In my case, both acquaintances and strangers combined into one,

"Senpai, can you hire me as a domestic helper?"

One day, I suddenly received a call wanting to apply for a job.

The person calling me was an online friend from a PC game that I had known for five years. But I didn't know his name, face, or even gender.

However, something like that is also the attraction that connects people through online games. 95% who play online games are boys. How can girls play online games? To convince her. If you're going to meet offline with your in-game friend, don't expect things like "Oh, that's a pretty girl."

"Welcome home."

I won't be able to tell the world that the housemaid who greeted me as usual was a beautiful high school girl with big breasts.

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Let's tell you from the beginning to the end of this rental story.

Friday, May 1 It was Golden Week, the long vacation that students look forward to after spring break ends. From starting work until now, I've always thought of 12 consecutive days off. Why were they having so much fun, I was so hungry, I was so jealous that I kept complaining. "They're having fun so badly", inside me now was a negative feeling of envy.

Unlike the elite citizens who are brutally enjoying their 12-day break out there, for me today is just an ordinary day nothing more and nothing less. However, starting tomorrow, I will be able to comfortably enjoy a 5-day break without any worries.

In this world, there are still people at the bottom. Every time I compare myself like that and boast that I am still above those at the bottom, I am reminded of the fact that I am still the bottom person in society.

Today's work for the team went peacefully. There were no unexpected parameter changes, and no serious bugs were found. Not having to work every day until the holidays, nor having to work overtime after office hours. Everyone left with a happy face, no need to keep an eye on anyone. Except for new slaves like me who are tasked with a lot of work.

Those incompetent people would probably disappear after the holidays. On the train, I thought for a moment, five minutes later I put on a sad face, not knowing what kind of joke I should play on them.

Eating dinner at the stand-up soba stand at the station on Fridays has become a habit for me. It's not because I like soba, it's because cooking at home sucks or anything. Eating soba is also cheap, fast, and tastes good, and can make my stomach become full, it makes me always eat there.

Then why do I line up with soba? I have a deep reason for this. But not really. Because if you pour alcohol into this empty stomach, the blood alcohol level will skyrocket.

It doesn't matter to anyone, but minors aren't allowed to drink alcohol, but for someone who has experienced so much bitterness and disappointment in society like this, it's a shameful thing for them to be drunk. So it can be said that in order to prevent such a thing from happening, adults will take care of everything. And now I'm going to devour with such a slanderous look.

I have decided which restaurant I will choose. It's a cozy bar run by the owner.

I idly entered the familiar bar, chatting with the owner, sipping a stylish glass of wine. In that space, I saw a beautiful female customer in front of me, she would reach out to me and call me, "Guest over there", "Uh, you don't mind, do you?", she replied, so there was an excuse to start a conversation, and the result was a "one-night stand".

But what was up with that?

The owner of that bar had been with me since I was a kid, she was named Gami, and always served drinks at a special price. There, I sat complaining about my job, while forcing her to listen to my slanderous and twisted stories.

After all, I had no friends that I could comfortably drink and whine with. This was the fate of a man who went to Tokyo without direction, and randomly found a job to do after graduating school.

Even if they maintain good relations at work and don't cause any disputes, in the end those people are still just a bunch of lowlifes. They were only better than the lowly students at school. The damp workplace was full of otaku, invisible people, and gloomy-faced people. I had no illusions that I was handsome or anything, but my face stood out compared to them.

I kept myself neat, in keeping with my appearance as an outsider. It's a good place to work to immerse yourself in excellence, and understand how important it is to keep shirts from wrinkling and yellowing.

No matter how deep I lay below or how high I stood above, the destiny of relationships at work was simply zero. I don't socialize with female warriors, so, my Gungnir hasn't been able to face the battlefield until now to be able to roam freely.

Because of that, I felt my life would be ruined by paying for combat training. I certainly don't want to fight with a female veteran. I vowed that the first battle in which I swung my Gungnir, I would go shoulder-to-shoulder with a pure and beautiful female warrior.

It's still less than a man, yet I don't know his own strength. Just like that, a virgin kept imprisoned in a dungeon dreaming of female warriors, His ideals are too high, and he can't recognize real women anymore. Besides, even if the dream comes true, he's still just a person who hasn't experienced the bitterness of life enough.

The best friend doesn't have a girlfriend either. How can that person get encouragement every day, and even joy exist in his life? What would he expect to live for?

This is 2D and the internet.

As for passion, and dedication, there are ways to save, unfortunately now it's almost a habit.

In the past, I watched 20 anime series in a season, now there are only about 5, no more and no less.

As for browsing the internet, every day I casually browse through recommended videos on sharing sites, From game streaming to outdoor activities, traveling, cooking, cats, etc. Recently, I watched the latest video about the new improved gyroscope.

While doing these things, I used to chat with my close friend whom I've known online for 5 years, but I don't know his name, face, but just through words... While making a quick dinner and snacks, they drank late-night drinks and played games together.

And this was a typical mature man with no future, 25-year-old Hajime Tamachi.

My days passed slowly, very slowly until I met bar owner Gami 1 year ago. No, it didn't get any better after that, so my life is still worthless.

The heavy door divides the line between the ordinary and the extraordinary. When I opened the door, it was already 6pm.

"Hello"

"Ara, it's still afternoon today."

Although it was not yet time to open, a beautiful woman came out to greet me, "The rain has stopped, right". She was no less tall than a model, with a sharp and polite face. She was too young to be called a lady or a mama. However, the way she wore a suit and a white shirt that covered her full breasts was cool enough to be called a mature woman.

That beautiful woman was not employed by Gami. After all, this bar was only run by one person.

That's right, it was her, Akegami Kounosuke, who underwent sex reassignment surgery at the age of 20, from a handsome man who turned into a beautiful woman.

A year ago when I was on my way home,

"Ara, is that Tama?"

I was surprised to hear such a call from a stray cat recently.

Calling me a Tama, since I was a child, it was only Gami who called me that.

Gami, who has been completely separated from me since graduating from high school, after so many years of meeting, she is now just a shadow of the past. Unexpectedly, there would come a day when I would have to face the expression "pervert", which meant something other than "sexual perversion".

I didn't recognize her at first, but when she showed me her ID card along with her old memories, I confirmed my thoughts and accepted that this beautiful woman must be Gami.

Of course, the question is, why is she transgender? Was it really gender dysphoria, or did she wake up from sleep and turn into a girl?

When I asked that, the answer I got was,

"I've been a boy for 20 years now. Now, I just want to try being a girl."

It seemed like she was transgender, like the gender transitions in online social media games. I didn't expect her to be this crazy... Well, this is Gami herself doing it, I have to accept it myself.

But from a long time ago, I had a very strange destiny of meeting Gami, who was never in the same class as me. I didn't know that I would see her again on the first day of the bar's opening, and even her place was next to the nearest station to me. Perhaps this is what's called a very narrow world.

I thought I was going to break off the entire relationship that I had built up during middle school, but now it became like this. When I calmed down, there were two words of "joy" in return that came to my mind.

Gami is still Gami, do you intend to hold the relationship that collapsed in front of you in the palm of your hand? She served me a drink at a special price and then let me eat here, and Gami wouldn't hesitate to blackmail me. I don't know if she still thinks of me as a friend or not, but it seems like she's still kind enough to worry about me.

To Gami, this bar is nothing more than a hobby. Maybe she really didn't care if she sold me free drinks. But it wasn't a charity, and I ended up giving a note to Noguchi to get a drink buffet.

So, every Friday I went to Gami's bar. In the past year, it had become a habit.

Looking at the seating area, it seemed like it was time to open. Gami turned into the counter and prepared to pour the beer. This is my first beer.

Inside there were only seats in front of the counter. When I sat down on the reserved seat farthest from the entrance, I was given a stack of wet towels.

"You've worked hard today."

"Oh, thank you."

I was so touched, I took a sip of my drink, and then started recounting over and over again the same boring story that I had been experiencing all week.

That is, this incident had become a daily habit.

A message line marks the moment to open a new door of unusual days to come when the second glass is almost empty.

When Japanese people use smartphones, messaging apps with blue icons become a must-have. It wasn't. That smoke-breathing messaging app, only ranked 3rd in the table. My phone's notification tone jumped with the only message from this app.

"Senpai, will we be able to meet offline?"

"Huh?"

I frowned at the message that appeared on the home screen notification.

The one who sent me the message was Renaphalt. Her nickname is called Rena. A close friend I've known in the game for 5 years.

Rena back then, only touched the computer when she was studying something. Maybe she hadn't even touched a game console back then, what to say about online gaming. Then, after being attracted by the online game ads that appeared on her PC, she started to try it.

Rena, who was new to online gaming, didn't even know which side was right and which was left. It's hard to find something interesting and exciting in online games. Usually people will end the game with ambiguity, and return to their lives that have nothing to do with online games. If someone is really socially intuitive, they might say, "It's okay, it's good for her."

Unfortunately, Rena did not log out, but stumbled on that path.

Rena, a person with purely no gaming experience, asked the character next to her for instructions on how to play an online game. After a long time since I played a game, I happened to meet her at an event to help beginners, and gave her a wonderful lesson.

Who knows when, our communication will no longer be limited to online games, but can be done through external messaging applications... While filling her head with rudimentary internet knowledge, Rena gradually admired me as the Senpai in her life, and called me senpai.

In short, it's no exaggeration to say that it's my fault that Rena got addicted on this path. A person who doesn't have close friends like me in real life, has spoiled and educated Rena with a strange nature. You could say that I had hurt her.

Even though I never called Rena. Only communicating with words. She never told me her face, name, or even her gender.

Until now, let alone meeting, even the idea of calling was never mentioned.

Like Rena, suddenly inviting me to meet offline.

A good suggestion. Now I look forward to meeting her.

Not that I feel like it.I was just a little surprised.

"Why all of a sudden?"

"Something about family and the future. I'm currently hiding from the enemy in front of me."

The answer came in less than 10 seconds, after I remained calm.

Although she rarely mentioned family matters directly, I still felt it was clear that her relationship with her parents was not good.

"When are you going to come to school", her parents clearly disagreed, as she was constantly immersed in the internet.

Despite reluctantly admitting that meeting offline was fine, another problem arose.

"Didn't you tell me before, that you live in Sapporo?"

This is Tokyo. The physical distance between the two of us is too great.

There was no way we could meet offline comfortably.

"Then I'm an active runaway."

"It's very dynamic."

It seems that by running away from home, the problem of distance has been solved.

Leaving home like that for a while, distance is not a problem. After all, this was a willful mistake. I was surprised that she never showed that expression to me.

"Since when did you plan that?"

"Just yesterday. It's my first time on a plane."

"Huh?"

From Sapporo to Tokyo. I let out a weird scream after hearing Rena's confession, that she would run away from home like that, completely unplanned and unplanned.

Gami made a doubtful face, but didn't ask what happened. The counter was in the middle of opening hours, and she didn't have time to care about me or anything.

"You're very active huh."

"Really?"

"Do you have any friends here you can call?"

Rena must be a hikikomori. Therefore, for someone who doesn't have a good relationship with her parents, asking relatives might be difficult.

So I guess, there might be a close friend she knows well that she can rely on.

"Stop it! There's no way a para-hiki-neet like me can have friends!"

An absurd commotion just happened.

Hey hey... You ran away from home aimlessly, without a plan?Do you know how far it is by plane?

I was both disappointed and worried.

"That's why."

But that was just vanity. The next message made me realize that there was a place for Rena to go.

"Senpai, can you hire me as a household assistant?"

Maybe I would know her face, her name... and even her gender, but I had no real connection to her at all.

"Will you leave home to come to my house?"

"Yes! Help me get a place to stay for the night!"

Really, this name.

It was impossible to imagine that she would ask me like this, even if she admired me as a senpai.

I didn't feel like anything bad was going to happen, but it was so sudden that I didn't react in time.

"You're so ignorant haha, this will be an offline meeting without anyone."

So until I calm down, I'll just plan to pretend to be silly to prolong this conversation.

"Actually, I'm that pretty high school girl with big boobs. After all, the stamp hasn't been peeled off yet!"

"I'll pick you up now!"

"Senpai is so weak, haha."

I had been played!

Instead of prolonging the conversation, I ended it right away. Of course, we've known each other for 5 years. She knew exactly what bait she could throw to catch fish.

"But it's okay."

"Give up on this guy," I spoke in a casual monologue.

We've been in a relationship for 5 years. Talking about things in heaven and earth together, then playing together. It's nice that she admires me, who hasn't even crossed the threshold of life, like a senpai. Of course, I didn't mean anything strange.

"Tonight will be a success. My spear Gungnir will burn!

"Dangerous, dangerous. The gate we have guarded for so many years is finally crumbling!"

That's my best friend and kouhai, the two of us always chatting ridiculously.

I don't even know her name and gender, but in exchange aju can somewhat guess it.

Yesterday,

"I'm a smart kid. So it's a waste of time just to go to school with those idiots."

She said so. Then in the future, she was running away from the enemy, and then there was flying distance.

If so, then Rena is a male college student. It could be 3rd grade, or 4th. No matter how young she should be, there is no such thing as underage.

See you after 5 years. That's enough time for a teenager to become an adult.

I thought it was okay to fly from afar to come here, and then arbitrarily choose my house as the destination, but she had already come and gone here, so it was over. I'm not such a great adult that I can show people the way, but I want to take care of her by staying at home and listening to her stories as well.

"So where are you now?"

It takes time to go to Tokyo too. It could also be in the name of tourism, exploring Akihabara. If it was because of my bad influence, she'd probably be addicted to 2D by now.

It's a bit far, but that's all you can take to pick it up.

"Actually, I was already near the station next to your house."

However, I was surprised to hear that she was there.

"I was sitting around drinking a 100 yen drink at a burger stand. I'll be at the meeting point soon. "

"That's too arbitrary. Well, I can go pick you up now."

"I'll wait for you, senpai!"

It's fine to choose my place as the destination, but still, you should have talked to me earlier. Even so, talking about where to live after running away with him is troublesome. If he was going to corner me so that I couldn't refuse him, it was a good plan.

Just like that, we decided to meet at the meeting point.

Somehow she didn't bring her cell phone, it seemed like her only means of communication was her laptop. If you leave the counter where a wireless LAN connection is available, communication will be cut off.

It's hard to see each other without your smartphone in an unfamiliar place. At this moment, the station ahead was congested due to rush hour. Now, before I get dizzy thinking about what to do now, I received an assignment from there.

It seems like he had researched and surfed the internet in this area before. She sent me the address and a photo of the meeting place.

I confirmed it, and it was in front of a convenience store 10 minutes' walk from this bar. If there wouldn't be anyone here, it would be perfect as a meeting point.

I was still in my office suit, so communicating via text could let us pass by each other without seeing each other. I sent him a photo of myself and my briefcase. I didn't take a picture of my face because I was embarrassed, but offhand, he might have gotten the general idea.

On the other side, there was only a laptop. It was inconvenient to take pictures there. Instead of a description of Rena's characteristics,

"I'm a beautiful, busty high school girl carrying a red suitcase."

She really was joking.

I didn't listen to the silly joke, thinking that just by following the features of the red bag, it would be impossible not to run into each other. I was also cautious that I would be tricked.

Having decided,

"Gami, I'm going to pick someone up for a while, sorry but keep this chair of mine."

"Tama, you... already?"

"Fuck you!"

I just left the bar, and raised my middle finger.

90% chance that Rena is an adult. Even if she was in the remaining 10%, surely she was still a worthless adult model. I wanted to show her tolerance, close my eyes if she was going to drink alcohol.

I don't think it's a bad thing to bring her here and say "This is your favorite" to show respect.

I've talked and exchanged a lot of things in 5 years with other people, but I can't even hear her voice.

I'm a little embarrassed to meet Rena, but above all I'm really looking forward to it.

After all, what kind of guy is he?

An internet addict who calls himself a para-hiki-neet, but goes to college. An active though disorganized person, but determined to escape from home on a beautiful day like this Golden Week. A thick-skinned man who uses a laptop without a cell phone, arbitrarily choosing a place to live without consulting first. He seems to be quite big-eared.

I thought he was the type that stood out at work, but without thinking, my romance was gone.

I arrived in front of the convenience store where I met her, daydreaming about the face I would see, and that was the first thing I noticed.

She had a plain face to be called beautiful. Shoulder-length black hair fluttered but did not lose its purity. Hoodie and simple style shorts. Even if you can't see the splendor of that figure, you can't think of her as a simple person.

Even so, contrary to her small body, it was her large breasts.

But what made me unable to take my eyes off was what the girl was carrying, not the rare cuteness that stole from my eyes.

"That is..."

It was a red suitcase.

That figure was exactly the big-breasted high school girl she was talking about.

Is this the truth?

Of course, I couldn't believe it was Rena. The joke came true at the place where we met. I shivered from the miracle-like shock.

Her restless and timid appearance, like a small animal... no, perhaps a girl wielding a large sword or battle axe would make more sense. A school full of meaning that sounds romantic.

Time really seemed to stop for 10 seconds.

It wasn't that she was looking at me with disdain, but did she notice my gaze?

I had already made eye contact with the dead girl.

Alright, I'll divert my gaze.

On this day at my current age, you wouldn't know what to do and you'd be reported as sexual harassment. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to get involved in a case of a 25 year old man staring at a high school girl even if I die.

I wanted to disappear like nothing happened, but there was a date with Rena too. When I hesitated because in this case I couldn't escape either, nor did I know what to do, a hoarse voice spoke to me.

"A, a... ano..."

For some reason, the girl started a conversation with me.

You're looking at me with lewd eyes, aren't you? I don't want to be called 110, understand? Kh, no, I didn't do anything, I'm innocent!

The illusion of being hurt kept swirling around in my head, I wanted to scream.

But I could immediately guess from her fear that she wasn't talking about that.

It seemed like she was lost, or upset about something. The same goes for her suitcase. And it's also possible that she was visiting family and friends from her hometown during Golden Week.

Perhaps this was an innocent act from a pure heart, trying to rely on the adult name she had just met.

With a soft buzzing sound like a mosquito, she approached me,

"Se, sen, pai... right?"

Whether I'm her senpai or not. Aa, I'm your senpai!

There's no way I'm going to reciprocate. There was a kouhai who was a high school girl with big breasts like this, only in my fantasies and dreams. No girl has ever called me senpai, neither at school nor at my workplace.

I don't know what was going through her mind, with her head squinted, how could she mistake me for her senpai? As expected, there was no way an employee like me could be the senpai of a high school girl.

"E, e, em..."

It should be like that but,

"I'm Re, Rena... phalt... ah."

She said, apparently, I'm really her senpai.

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