## Chapter 166 – Haircut Mayhem (1)
After some intense sex with Miharu and Haruka, time passed, and it was now mid-December.
There hadn’t been any particularly special events during that time.
No joke, I just went to school normally and had sex here and there.
There were no major incidents.
Of course, I did some butt-fucking videos and mild drug training with the kidnapper bastard, but that was just part of my daily routine.
Anyway, in this peaceful daily life.
I was stuck at home today, even though it was a weekday.
Why was I at home? The answer is simple.
“Takuya, Momiji, school’s closed today because of the heavy snow.”
It was because of the heavy snowfall that had started in Miyagi Prefecture.
Unlike in Korea, where school closures only happen when a war breaks out or the school collapses (from experience, it seems to be around half-destroyed), here they close schools fairly often.
Of course, it’s partly because this is the Tohoku region, where it snows a lot, but also because the area I live in is a bit more mountainous than flat, so the snow piles up more severely.
Anyway, Takuya was happy that he didn’t have to go to school, but he was also wondering what he should do today.
He thought about going to Souta’s place, but Yuka’s mom told him not to go because of the heavy snow.
So, I had to play at home, but there wasn’t much to do.
Honestly, for someone who lived in the mid-21st century, this era felt like the Middle Ages, with a bit of exaggeration.
Of course, compared to the real Middle Ages, this is heaven, but still.
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that there were things to do, but they were sorely lacking.
Well, what can I do? If I’m bored, I should go to school.
Honestly, that’s one of the reasons why I go to school fairly diligently.
The elementary school kids’ bizarre actions are unexpectedly fun.
Sometimes, they do things that make my dopamine levels spike without even thinking about it.
Of course, the teachers who have to manage them must be having a terrible time.
Takuya was thinking that for a moment.
-Tingle.
I frowned slightly at the sensation on my head and said,
“Momiji, isn’t it about time you stopped touching me?”
I was talking to Momiji, who was sitting on the sofa and freely messing with my hair.
Momiji giggled at my protest and said,
“No way~ Takuya’s hair is long and he’s pretty, so I have to make him look pretty~ And I have to make it like this so it’s easier for you, right?”
“Ugh.”
At Momiji’s words, I could only make a sound of understanding and stay still.
At least, the part about making it easier was true.
Honestly, this hair was pretty, but it was also cumbersome.
More precisely, managing this long hair was a pain in the ass.
Washing it was hard, and drying it was twice as hard.
‘It’s a chore every time I wash it…’
I wanted to cut it off, but Momiji and Ayaka’s mom liked it too much, so I couldn’t.
So, I was being abused by Momiji with my long hair for a while.
While watching Japanese variety shows (honestly, Japanese variety shows were more purely entertaining than Korean ones) and lowering my intelligence for a while, I took a look around the house.
There was no special reason for looking around.
I was just getting tired of watching TV, so I looked elsewhere to take a break.
So, of course, the scenery in front of me wasn’t much different.
The same furniture placement that hadn’t changed in months, Momiji’s soft, plump calves and thighs, and Yuka’s mom, who was already making lunch.
It was an extremely ordinary daily life.
For the record, Ayaka’s mom had gone to work before the heavy snow, and only me, Momiji, and Yuka’s mom were at home.
Seeing such a peaceful daily life, I felt a little out of place.
Well, it’s not like I was thinking about the battlefield.
Clearly, just a few months ago, I was living alone like a semi-recluse in a large, messed-up house.
Well, it couldn’t be helped.
My life, which I had found after being used by others my whole life.
But I had been so busy surviving that I had never thought about what I wanted to do in the future.
I just stayed at home all day, watching manga and anime.
Compared to that, living like this now felt like a bit of reverse culture shock. Anyway, I had a serious moment of existential crisis.
Maybe I could have created this kind of daily life before I was possessed.
No. I definitely could have.
There were plenty of unexpected opportunities.
But it was me who didn’t seize those opportunities, and me who didn’t want to.
So, I shouldn’t regret it.
‘I don’t know.’
Takuya thought that and leaned back on the sofa, and Momiji, who suddenly came closer to my head, was flustered and said, “Huh?”
After a while of being like that.
“Phew! Cooking’s done!”
Yuka’s mom, who took off her apron as if she had finished all her homework, ran into the living room and dove onto the sofa.
“Kyaa!”
Momiji, who was in the corner, flinched and screamed at Yuka’s mom’s actions.
It was a good thing the sofa was big, or Momiji would have been crushed by Yuka’s mom.
Anyway, Yuka’s mom, who had successfully dived, said to Momiji with a playful face.
“What is it? Were you playing with Takuya’s hair again?”
“Yes…”
“Kiki. Okay. Touch it as much as you want~”
Hey, this is my hair, you know.
I had a lot to say, but in the end, I just sighed.
‘No matter what I say, they won’t care or even pay attention.’
What should I do with Yuka’s mom?
After sighing for a while.
-Buzzing.
“Hmm…”
Yuka’s mom, who had been staring intently at my hair, said as if she had made up her mind.
“That’s it. Takuya. Let’s get your hair cut soon.”
At Yuka’s mom’s sudden words, both me and Momiji were taken aback.
“Really?!”
“Why?!”
To be precise, I had a slightly happy expression, while Momiji had a shocked expression.
Yuka’s mom, seeing our expressions, explained the reason.
“Even if Takuya has become pretty, he’s still a boy. It’s normal for boys to be uncomfortable with long hair like this. And there are adults who look down on boys with long hair.”
Everything she said was true, so I nodded my head vigorously at Yuka’s mom’s words, and Momiji was disappointed despite Yuka’s mom’s persuasion.
Yuka’s mom looked at Momiji’s expression and then made a bitter face.
It seemed like she hadn’t said anything until now because Ayaka’s mom and Momiji were disappointed.
Well, anyway, even so, Yuka’s mom’s declaration didn’t change.
So, I was getting ready to go out to get my hair cut…
“It’s a blizzard, where are you going? I’ll just cut it for you.”
I said with a shocked expression, like someone who had heard something unbelievable.
“Yuka’s mom?”
This was an unavoidable reaction.
There were two reasons: in Takuya’s memories, Yuka’s mom had said she would cut his hair once, and he had messed up his hair then.
How bad was it?
…Let’s just say that it gave Takuya an unforgettable trauma.
“What? What’s with that impure look?”
Yuka’s mom glared at me at my shocked voice.
In the end, at Yuka’s mom’s words, I could only give in and listen to her.
‘Damn it, my precious hair…!’
So, with tears in my eyes, I spread newspaper on the floor to get my hair cut, and put on a salon-like gown around my neck.
After that, I couldn’t bear to open my eyes, so I just kept them closed and followed Yuka’s mom’s instructions.
And how much time had passed?
The sound of my hair being cut, snip, snip, gradually decreased, and then the sound completely disappeared.
At that sound, I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or despair.
“I need to check if the style worked, so open your eyes.”
Yuka’s mom said after I had been keeping my eyes closed for a while.
At those words, I opened my eyes with tears in them, and what I saw was.
“Hmm, it’s cut well!”
Yuka’s mom’s face and her ample cleavage… I felt a little better.
Am I just a simple guy? That’s how men are.
Of course, even so, the thought that my hair would be terrible didn’t change.
Anyway, Yuka’s mom said that and gave me a mirror.
I looked in the mirror without any expectations, and was immediately shocked.
“It’s cut well?!”
It was really unexpected that Yuka’s mom had cut my hair very well.
Of course, it seemed a bit lacking compared to a real hairdresser, but still, Yuka’s mom’s skills were shocking to me, based on my memories.
At my reaction, Yuka’s mom blushed as if she was embarrassed and said,
“I studied a bit when I was alone. And it’s not finished yet. Let’s go to the salon together later.”
“Okay.”
I nodded my head strongly at Yuka’s mom’s words.
If she made my hair this good, I had to acknowledge her.
And so, my haircut mayhem was resolved safely.
No. It seemed to be resolved.
“Takuya’s hair?!”
It was until Ayaka’s mom, who had come home from work, made a face as if she had lost the world.
It seemed like it would take some time to appease Ayaka’s mom, who was sulking.
