After staring at the contents of the trash can and thinking for a long time, Murakami Yuu threw the panties in his hand into the trash can.
With a calm expression, he washed his hands and returned to his desk, taking out the diary again to browse through it casually.
Before his transmigration, he wasn't promiscuous, but he'd had his fair share of seafood, so his emotional fluctuation regarding such matters wasn't particularly intense.
He was just somewhat irritated because he had no memory of the owner of those black lace panties in his head—he couldn't recall anything from the beginning of the incident to its end.
Honestly, the feeling of something happening but having absolutely no recollection of it was really frustrating.
The latest entries in the diary only went up to a few days ago, providing no clues about the current situation.
Sighing, Murakami Yuu stopped dwelling on this matter. Perhaps he would naturally remember at some point.
He began organizing his current general situation:
Murakami Yuu, seventeen years old, a student currently attending Saint Chronia Academy High School.
His mother was a beauty blogger, his father a fitness model. Thanks to good genetic inheritance, his looks were great, and his physique was excellent too.
But it could only be called the world's malice—both parents died in a traffic accident when he was in his second year of middle school.
They only left him this expensive apartment in a good location, along with considerable savings and insurance money.
As someone without habits of buying luxury goods or precision poverty alleviation and such, under normal spending circumstances, he'd probably have money left over even if he used it until death.
It could only be said they had fulfilled their obligations.
His academic performance was fairly good—he could easily maintain a ranking within the top twenty among several hundred students in his grade.
Besides that, he liked singing and dancing...
Because Ogiso Setsuna liked singing, the original owner often practiced at home to cater to her preferences.
Although when they went to karaoke together, he didn't have much chance to perform because she was a microphone hog.
Usually gentle and considerate Ogiso Setsuna would completely transform into an unreasonable figure the moment she grasped a microphone, singing non-stop except for drinking water, with endurance comparable to a professional singer.
As for dancing, there wasn't much to say about that—generally, girls would like boys who were cool at dancing.
Considering this point, the original owner had put in a lot of thought and effort. Although he hadn't reached professional dancer level, he was quite good.
Mm, maxed out action and tenacity for the sake of simping after girls—very good wolf warrior spirit.
Murakami Yuu got up and toured around his home.
Three bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen, two bathrooms—the entire house had a Northern European minimalist decoration style, making it very comfortable to be in.
"So now I am Murakami Yuu..."
He stood on the balcony gazing into the distance, murmuring to himself.
If he didn't consider the "intangible cultural heritage" left by the original owner, the initial conditions provided by this transmigration were quite good.
Compared to a novel he'd read before where the male protagonist woke up to find himself in a prison cell, about to be exiled to the frontier for hard labor, this was practically a heaven-level start—normal urban life, no life-threatening crises, no bothersome troubles.
As long as he didn't court death, living peacefully and comfortably through this lifetime would be completely problem-free.
But why, despite being a transmigrator, had he not seen any golden finger or system?
Or was he supposed to learn from a certain bald guy—one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats, and a ten-kilometer run every day and only then awaken some supernatural abilities?
But this world didn't seem to have any strange creatures, so even if he had such abilities, there wouldn't be much use for them.
Suddenly feeling somewhat empty inside—his childhood dream of being a hero had fallen through.
Murakami Yuu turned and went back to the living room, pulling the balcony curtains halfway closed.
October sunlight on his body was still a bit hot, making his forehead slightly sweaty.
After simply washing his body and while preparing breakfast for himself, the doorbell rang again.
"So hot, so hot."
The moment the door opened, two people familiarly entered on their own.
Murakami Yuu recognized them—Iizuka Takeya and Torizuka Reita, both good friends of his from the same school but different classes.
"What's the meaning of running to someone else's house so early in the morning, and is it really okay not to bring any visiting gifts?"
Closing the door, Murakami Yuu casually complained according to the original owner's memory of how to respond.
"Although we didn't bring any, we specially ran to the mall and played games for over an hour for your sake."
Iizuka Takeya took a can of cola from the refrigerator as if he were in his own home.
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"It's all that guy's fault. He came to my house early in the morning and dragged me up. I don't know where he got the information, saying something about the school swimming club having group training today, where we could see many girls in school swimsuits with youthful, beautiful bodies."
After chugging some cola heavily, Iizuka Takeya slowly explained.
"That does fit that guy's personality."
Glancing at Torizuka Reita who was rummaging around in his room looking for something, Murakami Yuu raised his voice slightly:
"Stop rummaging around. What you want is on the second and fourth shelves of the bookcase, innermost side. Move the manga books on the outside and you'll see them."
"Thanks. Really, you should have said so earlier."
Torizuka Reita gave him a thumbs up.
Helplessly withdrawing his gaze from the room, Murakami Yuu faced Iizuka Takeya:
"He dragged you up, and then?"
"I didn't even have time to eat breakfast before he dragged me to school."
"And then you feasted your eyes?"
"Not at all. Today's swimming training was for males. There were about two female students, but they were both tank-level. They charged around in the water like cannonballs, with extremely strong intimidation and destructive power. It felt like watching a military drill."
Murakami Yuu went into the kitchen, turned the stove back on, and considering that Iizuka Takeya hadn't eaten yet, took bacon from the refrigerator, planning to fry some more.
"I understand the reasoning, but what does this have to do with what you said at the beginning about 'specially going to play games for my sake'?"
"How is it unrelated? When we came out of school and arrived downstairs at your place, we happened to see Sawamura-san waiting for the elevator.
Weren't we considerate enough to wait outside for over an hour to create alone time for you two?"
"Thanks for being so thoughtful, but couldn't you have just gone home..."
"Being alone at home is boring. More than that, I'm concerned about how things are progressing with you and Sawamura?"
"How could they be? Just the same as always, as usual."
"Sigh..."
Iizuka Takeya sighed:
"With your looks, normally any normal girl would like you, but why do you insist on choosing those who like other men...
Um, sorry, I said too much."
"No, it's fine."
Murakami Yuu's tone was calm, not getting angry at the other's words:
"I might have been unable to think clearly before, but I suddenly figured it out today. I probably won't be like that anymore."
"Eh?"
Iizuka Takeya seemed to hear something incredible, widening his eyes and unconsciously asking again:
"Really?"
"Ah, really. Thinking carefully, just like you said before, I have completely better options."
He placed the fried eggs and bacon on separate plates and brought them to the dining table.
"It's best that you can think this way. But what about those... female classmates you've been maintaining relationships with?"
"Let things take their natural course."
Murakami Yuu picked up some food and took a small bite.
"Got it. Then, do you have any thoughts? I have a dinner party tonight, a mixer with the neighboring high school—there will be very nice, cute girls."
Iizuka Takeya didn't rush to start eating but looked at Murakami Yuu with burning eyes:
"Let's talk about it later. Eat first."
"Mm."
"Eh! A mixer?!"
Torizuka Reita, who had been sitting on the floor giggling while appreciating his H-books, suddenly ran over upon hearing Iizuka Takeya's words, highly excited and eager to try:
"Why didn't you tell me about this before, Takeya?!"
"Because last time during the mixer, you got too excited with an 'I'm about to come' expression that scared away several girls, making me embarrassed to death. So you were put on my blacklist."
"Don't be like that! I swear, this time absolutely won't be like last time. Take me! You absolutely must take me!"
"Don't touch me with your lower body that just finished reading H-books. It's disgusting!"
"Then promise me you'll take me!"
"Got it, got it! Now take your lust-filled body and get away from me, then I'll take you!"
Torizuka Reita returned to the room humming contentedly, picking up his book again.
Murakami Yuu's mouth curved up slightly.
For some reason, the somewhat empty feeling from a few dozen minutes ago now felt unexpectedly good.
Probably because he felt youth.