She Kissed Me Welcome Home… Then Started Reading My Every Secret

After the idiot left, I didn’t go straight back inside. Instead, I walked toward the building across from mine.

Our building is Building 6. That building is Building 5.

It’s very close. Just thirty or fifty meters.

I wasn’t going to draw right away. Just to take a look.

The idiot said it was a finished unit. And since he’s the type who throws money at problems, and he already set up my drawing tablet and computer, there shouldn’t be anything else I need to buy.

I walked into Building 5, entered the only stairwell, and headed up. Just as I was reaching the fifth floor, a figure appeared at the landing and bumped into me.

The moment I leaned back, I instinctively grabbed the railing to keep from tumbling down the stairs.

Good thing the impact wasn’t strong. Otherwise, I would’ve fallen backward.

Then, as soon as I steadied myself, I heard a yelp.

“Unya!”

A soft, cute cry, like a female character in Monster Hunter getting hurt.

Running into a girl on a stairwell landing. What are the odds.

—Still have time to comment? Help her up already —

Good point. I immediately bent down and reached out my hand to the fallen girl.

And then I saw the view up her skirt. My words got stuck in my throat.

It was a string bikini. The camel toe was clearly visible.

A normal pervert situation, I could just roll my eyes. But this was… off.

That was a long skirt.

How did it flip up enough to show that?

How did she fall? A 360 spinning backflip?

That’s not Newton! Get the coffin lid!

While my mind was occupied with these ridiculous thoughts, I froze, maintaining a lecherous stare under the girl’s skirt. Not that I was actually staring…

Then came the second scream.

“Waaah!”

The girl hurriedly flipped her skirt down and sat on the floor in a W-position, her face bright red.

She didn’t call me a pervert. Probably the shy type. At first glance, that is. But I suspected she did it on purpose.

Otherwise, that skirt defied physics. No updraft. No anti-gravity device. A long skirt that covers the knees—how could it flip up like that?

And bumping into me on the stairs seemed too fake. She should have seen me coming up. And I hadn’t heard hurried footsteps before, meaning she wasn’t rushing down.

Therefore, there’s only one conclusion.

She might have a special fetish. The kind where you like to show off your… assets. Well, I’ll leave it there. Spare her the embarrassment.

I don’t judge people’s fetishes. To each their own. None of my business.

Besides, I didn’t lose anything. I got a nice view that could serve as composition reference.

But to be polite, I reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up.

“You okay? Be more careful.”

She didn’t respond. Just stood there, head slightly lowered, bangs covering her eyes, fidgeting with her clothes, her body trembling slightly.

Huh. This reaction…

That’s when I noticed the girl looked familiar.

I should have noticed earlier, but I was too busy enjoying the view under her skirt. Ahem. I’m a man.

Let me explain. It’s a professional habit. I’m not into crotch-watching or seam-peeking. Really, believe me.

“Oh, you’re… you come to the convenience store often.”

I don’t know her name.

We’ve never spoken.

But that fits her reaction.

My shift is late at night. Few customers. Even fewer regulars.

And this gloomy girl is one of the few regulars.

I often see her in a rabbit pajama onesie with a hood, buying snacks.

She comes often—every two or three days. And that pink rabbit onesie is hard to forget.

But this cute little girl has never spoken to me.

Not a single word.

She doesn’t even say anything at checkout. Just nods and shakes her head.

Not every customer wants to chat, but of all of them, she’s the only one who says nothing.

She comes late at night because she’s afraid of social interaction, I suppose.

So not an exhibitionist, but socially anxious.

None of my business. I’m interested in human psychology, but not in treating mental disorders.

Since she wasn’t talking, I didn’t need to say more. I turned sideways and walked into the hallway on the fifth floor.

Room 502 was close. The second door in. I pulled out the key and opened it.

Before going in, I glanced back at the stairwell. The girl was gone.

Hmph. Even more of a shut-in than me?

Just a chance accident. I didn’t think much of it. But the view under her skirt was stored in my memory.

Before, I might have been happy. Opportunities to interact with girls are rare. Even rarer are pervert moments like this.

But now I have Yi Yi. I’m only attracted to her.

I checked the place. Same layout as my apartment. No difference.

Large appliances were in the same positions. Even the computer was the same model.

If not for the slightly different decor, I’d think my apartment had been copied and pasted.

The idiot really thinks of everything. His insight and execution are no joke.

I booted up the computer and started syncing cloud files. I’d just let it run. Next time I came, it would be ready.

Time to head back.

Taking this long just to see someone out would be suspicious.

I did a quick check of the place, closed the windows and doors, and left.

Just as I stepped into the stairwell and was about to head down, a voice came from behind.

“Hehe…”

“Huh?”

A laugh?

I looked back. No one.

“…”

The idiot’s theory came to mind. Is this place… haunted?

No way.

I joked with the idiot about being a stupid materialist, but I don’t believe in ghosts either.

Why would someone like me, who reveres nothing and believes in nothing, believe in that?

It’s probably just my mind overreacting again.

An old habit.

The human mind is strange.

When strong emotions are triggered by real-life shocks, even things that don’t exist become visible.

Visual hallucinations. Auditory hallucinations. Dreams. Same thing.

That’s trauma.

The bullet comments floating before my eyes are the same.

I shook my head. Instead of investigating the laugh, I went straight downstairs.

The sky was completely dark.

When I got home, it was around six in the evening. Yi Yi was waiting.

“I’m home.”

“Ah, Darling. Welcome back.”

Wow~

That “welcome home” was so refreshing.

How many years has it been since I heard that?

While I was still lost in the “family atmosphere,” Yi Yi walked up to me.

She stood on her tiptoes and gave me a peck.

“Hehe. A homecoming kiss.”

Now I wasn’t just refreshed. I was pumped!

“Ooooh!”

“Kyaa!”

I quickly took off my shoes, scooped Yi Yi up in my arms, and ran toward the bed.

But… there was no bedding.

We’d slept in the living room during the day. The bedding was there.

I couldn’t just put Yi Yi on the hard bed frame.

Sigh…

My enthusiasm quickly cooled. I put Yi Yi down and scratched my head.

“Sorry. I got carried away again.”

But Yi Yi didn’t step back. She leaned into me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Huh? Yi Yi?”

After a few seconds, she looked up.

“Darling has a special scent on him.”

“Huh?”

A scent?

“It’s faint, but it wasn’t there before. Did you run into someone on your way back?”

Did I get her scent on me when I bumped into that girl?

I lifted my collar and sniffed. Nothing.

Impressive. She can even notice that?

Then Yi Yi stepped back two paces and quickly waved her hands.

“Ah, I’m not interrogating you! I just noticed and was curious. If you don’t want to talk about it, Darling, you don’t have to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I bumped into a girl on the stairs. Maybe I got her scent on me then.”

Not in this building, though.

To keep my secret base hidden, I didn’t mention that.

“I see.”

“Still, Yi Yi, that’s amazing. You can even smell that.”

What a talent.

“I’m just good at picking up on that kind of information.”

“Impressive.”

Yi Yi said before she’s good at detecting lies. That must be thanks to her sharp perception.

I didn’t know she was so sensitive to smells. Yi Yi’s five senses are naturally better than average.

People’s sensory abilities vary greatly. Individual differences.

Like people who can’t eat spicy food. It’s not that spice isn’t a flavor. It’s that they’re more sensitive to the stinging, burning sensation.

So, girls who can’t eat spicy food are more sensitive.

No wonder her reactions in bed were so good. Yi Yi is sensitive all over. Ahem.

Snapping back to reality, Yi Yi’s face was full of guilt and unease. She nervously watched my expression.

“Darling, you’re not mad, are you?”

“Huh? Mad? Why would I be?”

“Because I was questioning you. No one likes being pressed for answers. I know that. But it’s your scent, Darling. I couldn’t help but be curious.”

Yi Yi was right.

No one likes being hounded.

But she wasn’t hounding me. Her sharp senses just picked up something most people wouldn’t.

And it’s not a bad thing for me. Her reactions in bed are particularly cute.

That’s a huge plus!

I’m totally winning!

“Don’t feel guilty. I don’t mind.”

Yi Yi shook her head.

“If it upsets you, Darling, I won’t ask again.”

“Don’t. Being perceptive and observant is one of your strengths, Yi Yi. I don’t feel pressured.”

I patted her head.

“I think it’s great! Even if others don’t like it, I definitely won’t!”

“Darling…”

“So ask anything you’re curious about. Ming Qi will answer!”

Actually, I hope this lets Yi Yi fully relax with me.

Worrying about things like that would be exhausting.

Accepting all of someone is the only way to spend a life with them.

I’m confident about that.

I lowered myself to Yi Yi’s eye level.

“So, lovely Miss Kaori, any other questions?”

“Yes. So many. What do you like to do, Darling? What do you like to eat, Darling? What do you want, Darling? Can you answer these?”

Her brow had relaxed. Her uneasy eyes were now full of love.

“Well, answering those will take a while.”

“In exchange, for every question you answer, Darling, I’ll kiss you once.”

“Deal! Ask away!”

What a great deal.

From then until work, we were kissing.

My bones turned to jelly.