Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 117 13. "Let's go to Uji! (3)"

“There are so many colors and handles.”

"That's it."

"Every one of them is so beautiful. Oh, how about this one? The one with a sunflower stem!"

"The ones with daffodil stalks are nice too."

"I think this one is very elegant and suits Rinne very well."

Walking into the store with high spirits, Qian Ai looked at the numerous yukatas and made a joyful sound. As if she regarded the other four girls as models, she excitedly recommended the patterns and styles of the yukatas.

Masumi was guarding two small suitcases and browsing his phone boredly.

"Mamazu, does this look good?"

"nice."

He browsed the web and responded appropriately.

"So perfunctory, you weren't even watching, were you?" Qian Ai puffed up her cheeks.

"You look good in anything you wear."

From what Masumi knew about his childhood sweetheart, Chiai had an inexplicable passion for clothes since she was a child, and once she got caught up in it, there was no end to it.

So he wasn't surprised at all when he later heard that she dreamed of becoming a fashion designer.

"Really? Please take a look."

Putting down the phone, Masumi looked up and saw that she was holding a men's navy blue yukata with a red goldfish pattern.

"How about this one? It seems to suit Masumi-san very well." Qian Ai said with a smile.

"Do I have to wear it too?"

"That's nonsense. Everyone is wearing it. Do you want to be special?"

The childhood girl glared at him fiercely.

"But it's troublesome to wear a yukata at a fireworks festival, and it's very hot." Masumi looked annoyed.

"Wow, we girls are all wearing them, and you just told Rinne to wear them."

“Because it’s not me who’s wearing it.”

Ignoring his irresponsible words of "mind your own business", Qian Ai refused to give in.

"Well, wear it, wear it. And didn't Masumi-san also say, 'It would be great if it matches the atmosphere of the fireworks festival and makes summer memories'?"

"So I did say that..." Masumi muttered to herself and finally took the yukata.

"Humph, that's pretty much it."

Qian Ai smiled with satisfaction and continued, "I carefully selected this red goldfish handle. It symbolizes 'bringing happiness.'"

"So you still believe this."

"Of course, besides its basic function of protecting against the elements, each piece of clothing carries its own unique purpose."

"Is it also the mass-produced models coming off the assembly line?" Masumi asked in a nonchalant manner.

“It’s about design.”

Qian Ai glared at him angrily and pushed him from behind: "The fitting room is over there, go change quickly."

"I know, don't push it."

Masumi sighed, his eyes falling on the goldfish print swimming on his yukata.

The different patterns on the island nation's yukata have different meanings.

Goldfish is a traditional symbol of summer. Its meaning changes little by little depending on the species. Red goldfish means "bringing happiness" and black goldfish means "warding off evil."

Besides this, there should be another meaning shared by all goldfish...

What was it? Masumi pondered as he pulled aside the curtain, took off his shoes, and walked into the empty fitting room in the corner.

The space inside was very narrow, with a full-length mirror. Masumi took off his T-shirt and trousers and looked into his reflection in the mirror.

Running alone is not enough to keep in shape, so he has been doing some strength training recently. Although his body cannot be said to be strong, it can definitely not be described as thin.

After admiring his figure narcissistically for a while, he put on his yukata, pinched the front collar, and was about to tie the belt -

A sweet aroma wafted in.

A bad premonition suddenly struck Masumi's heart.

He was definitely not a otaku obsessed with light novels, nor was he a perverted lunatic, but Masumi had to admit that cute girls always had a pleasant smell.

Perhaps it comes from shampoo, bath gel or perfume, the girls' careful care of their bodies is probably the source of this cuteness.

"Found it... Masumi..."

He carefully turned around, sticking to the wall. A girl with long flaxen hair and wearing a yukata was standing in front of him.

He was holding a pair of white sneakers in his hand, which he brought directly in instead of leaving them at the door of the fitting room.

"Hekawa, why did you come in?" Masumi sighed in worry.

"I wanted Masumi to see me dressed in a yukata... but... I couldn't find anyone... so I started looking in the fitting room..."

The girl spoke as if she was narrating some daily event.

"I'll watch it after I change into my yukata. You go out and wait for me."

"No..." Haiyue shook her head gently. Her tone was not strong, but her determination was very firm: "Now...it depends..."

Unable to do anything about the girl who acted as she pleased, he had no choice but to look away.

On the aqua blue fabric, hydrangeas in pale blue and purple-red colors are in full bloom, which complement the girl's natural, straightforward and cold temperament. Her tied-up long hair also makes her look more charming than usual.

"It's beautiful and suits you very well." Masumi said truthfully.

"Ah."

Haiyue nodded expressionlessly: "Qian Ai told me... the yukata with the hydrangea pattern... means "I want to be with my lover and family forever"..."

"I see."

Masumi nodded, and then heard her voice so soft that it sounded like she was talking to herself.

"So crowded..."

Haiyue frowned slightly.

"Two people squeezed into the same fitting room, of course it would be crowded."

"No...it's the clothes..."

"Is the belt too tight?"

"Well... when I was tying it... Asami said... it would make my breasts look more prominent..."

"How is that possible..." Masumi complained casually.

Whether it's a kimono or a yukata, both are clothes that hide your figure just like sportswear, so it's basically...

Glancing at the voluptuous curves that were clearly visible even through the yukata, Masumi swallowed the words he was about to say and continued, "Now that we've seen it, can we go now?"

"No... I showed it to Masumi... so... Masumi has to show it to me too..."

"Then you can go outside and wait for me to change, then you can watch it anyway."

"Well……"

Haiyue's lips opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. She also knew that she couldn't come up with any excuse.

"That's it."

"Wait a moment, let me see if there's anyone outside." Masumi said to her.

If there was a queue outside the fitting room and they found themselves when Haiyue left, it would be difficult to explain.

Masumi, with disheveled clothes, quietly peeked out from the gap in the curtain, only sticking his face out from the curtain.

Good, no one... No! That's...

Kurokawa Mio, holding a yukata in her hand, was looking around, as if looking for something.

My heart skipped a beat; this bad premonition was so familiar.

Then her eyes met Masumi's, and her obsidian eyes suddenly shone brightly.

Not good!

Masumi immediately retreated into the fitting room.

But it was too late. The clacking sound of sandals suddenly approached and then disappeared.

Holding the sandals in her hands, Kurokawa Mio suddenly opened the curtain——

"Masumi, do you have the confidence to help me put on my yukata..."

The words stopped abruptly.

The curtains of the fitting room were then closed.

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"Ah, Rinne and Mami-nee look great in this too."

“Try these again!”

The kimono shop is very large. In front of the fitting room on the other side, Qian Ai held several yukatas in both hands and pushed them to the two of them.

"There's no need to try so many things, right?"

A sigh escaped Linyin's lips, and fatigue appeared on her delicate and cold face.

"It's necessary! You have to try on clothes yourself to compare which one is most suitable." Qian Ai said as a matter of course.

"By the way, where is Xiao Haiyue? Is she lost?" asked Mami.

"I asked Haiyue to sit on a chair in the lounge area and wait. It should be fine. As for Sister Mio, she's still picking out a yukata."

"Where's he?" Lin Yin asked calmly.

"he?"

Qian Ai was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said with a smile: "Brother Masumi, he is trying on a yukata in the fitting room."

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The fitting room, which was more than enough to accommodate one person, suddenly became cramped when three adults squeezed in.

Masumi could only lean his body tightly against the wall.

There is no way. The designers at the beginning of the design did not consider this problem at all.

"How is this going?!"

Kurokawa Mio's pretty face flushed with shock, but in this situation, she was forced to lower her voice and ask with doubts in her eyes that seemed to be overflowing.

Like all male protagonists of light novels who have experienced such situations, Masumi said the line: "Let me explain..." "..."

Is this a lucky pervert case? No, the two female protagonists seem to have planned it, so the male protagonist should be the victim, Masumi thought.

“…That’s what happened.”

After listening to his explanation with trembling shoulders, Kurokawa Mio let out a quiet breath.

"I knew that my Masumi would never take the initiative to do such a thing."

She glared at Haiyue coldly: "It's really you, the thieving cat... the jellyfish's doing."

Facing Kurokawa Mio's majestic and aggressive gaze, Kaizuki shrank back, and then, with no room to retreat, she leaned on Masumi.

"Hey, Hanekawa, stop pressing on me."

"My feet are numb...I can't move..."

"This is a lie, right?" Kurokawa Mio sneered, crossing his arms.

"I was lying... Actually... I just wanted to get closer to Masumi..."

"Really? Then let's have jellyfish sashimi for lunch today."

"Wait a moment!"

Masumi stretched out his arms to block the two girls to prevent them from fighting.

"Don't be so angry, Hanekawa didn't mean it... Yeah, I guess. So stay calm, sit down and talk..."

"It's so crowded here, there's no place to sit." Kurokawa Mio swung her finger: "Haiyue, get out."

"don't want……"

Kurokawa Mio's brows were knotted, and then he listened to Haiyue's slow words: "There are people...outside...who will be discovered..."

"Where are you from? You're lying again."

"I heard it... My ears... are very good..."

Masumi had indeed experienced her keen hearing, so...

"Hey, it's Kyoto, there are so many different yukata styles here!"

"Yumi, how about this one?"

"So cute, let's go to the fitting room and try it on."

Footsteps approach.

"It's a headache. There are people all over the place."

"No other way, just wait outside."

"..."

Multiple shadows extended from the gaps in the curtains to the soles of his feet. Masumi put on a face as if resigned to his fate. He couldn't get out for a while.

If it was Kamiyo, Chiai and the others might be able to explain it clearly, but for ordinary girls from the island nation passing by...

Masumi wasn't ready to become famous by trending on Twitter.

"It's all your fault. You insisted on coming in." Kurokawa Mio blamed.

"Aren't you... the same..."

“…” Kurokawa Mio was speechless.

"We are different."

She just said this, snorted coldly and turned away.

"What's the difference?" Haiyue tilted her head with a curious look.

Kurokawa Mio ignored her.

The jellyfish girl was confused and stared at Kurokawa for a long time, then put her hand on her chest.

"It's... different here..."

The blonde beauty's lips immediately began to breathe out.

Kurokawa Mio glared at the jellyfish girl fiercely, glanced at her plump chest, and couldn't help but look down at her own figure.

...Well, the view is unobstructed, even the white toes painted with scarlet nail polish can be seen clearly.

"I will never forgive you..."

"—Yumi, what are you looking at?"

The big golden retriever's action of rushing forward to bite the jellyfish was suddenly interrupted by the sound of chatting outside the fitting room.

"Ah, that's the Twitter trend I just refreshed. A man and two women were hiding in a fitting room at a store in Nagoya... and they were discovered."

"Really?!" A shocked voice came from the companion next to him: "Is there such a thing? Let me see it!"

"...It's actually true. This is unbelievable. If I'm discovered, I'll definitely be socially dead."

"..."

Listening to the discussion of tourists outside, the fitting room fell silent again.

Masumi twisted his body uneasily, remaining in the same position, his limbs feeling somewhat numb, his palms carelessly brushing against a patch of skin.

"Woo..."

Haiyue made a cute sound in an instant.

"What are you doing!?"

Kurokawa Mio said with obvious wariness, but her voice seemed to sound a little off.

"I did nothing."

Masumi raised one hand to prove his innocence, but there was nothing he could do as his hand was pushed against the wall and he couldn't move.

"Masumi's hand..." Haiyue said with a blushing face: "...is not honest..."

"You pressed on me."

"—Hey, that fitting room over there is empty, Yumi, let's go there!"

Hearing the voice, Masumi finally put on a relaxed expression, and thus he was saved.

"Hanekawa, you go out first."

"My feet are numb...I can't move..."

Is this jellyfish girl's brain so simple that it can only come up with the same excuse?
"Then don't move, I'll do it myself."

"Oh."

Haiyue bit her lip, looking like she was enduring hardship. Why did she make me feel like she was doing something bad?

The moment Masumi was trying to pull his hand away—

A soft and delicate body leaned over.

"Kurokawa?"

"So hot……"

"Eh?"

Being squeezed into a small and cramped space, the air conditioning cannot circulate effectively because of the difficulty in air circulation.

Kurokawa Mio is naturally afraid of heat, and her emotions have caused the oxygen in her brain to deplete rapidly.

The delicate head wrapped in honey-gold hair rested softly and weakly on his chest, and Masumi suddenly felt as if an ice cube was pressing on the back of his head.

"Are you okay, Kurokawa?"

"Oh no, running is tiring, Masumi..."

"running?"

"Well, after running, I need to replenish salt."

This is not good. It seems Kurokawa has completely lost his mind.

He stood there in a daze with his mouth half open, and there was a rustling sound... the sound of cotton and linen fabric rubbing against each other. Kurokawa Mio opened the collar of his yukata with her slender fingertips, and stretched out her tongue to gently lick the exposed skin.

Then he narrowed his eyes in ecstasy.

"Salty, Masumi's... taste..."

Masumi was so shocked by Kurokawa Mio's series of actions that he couldn't react.

Even though it was just a light touch, I could still feel a wave of distraction spreading through me. This was terrible.

He bent down a little.

"Hiss, Kurokawa, you get up first, and Hanekawa too."

"My feet are numb...I can't get up..."

Masumi sighed, applied a little pressure with his fingertips, and pinched the girl's buttocks.

"Ouch..." Haiyue immediately moved away in pain.

Masumi made room for Kurokawa to lean against the cold wall.

Without taking the time to decide on the width or to straighten his back, he closed the front of his clothes, tied the belt around his waist, rushed out of the fitting room as if escaping, and immediately closed the curtain tightly.

Breathing the fresh air outside again, my body calmed down.

"Masumi-san?"

Masumi shuddered and turned his head.

The three girls who had changed back into their regular clothes stood in front of him.

"Why is your face so red? The air conditioning in the store has made me feel a little cold." Qian Ai looked confused.

"It's too hot in the fitting room."

"Really? It's quite cool over there."

"It might be because it's in a corner and the ventilation is not good."

Masumi made up an excuse and Qianai didn't delve into it. Instead, she stared at him with a frown, making the former think that she had seen through something.

"What's wrong? You keep staring at me."

"You're wearing a yukata, but it's too sloppy."

Qian Ai put on a troubled expression: "You spent so much time in the fitting room, how did you get such a mess?"

"...How should I put it? It's a very difficult thing anyway."

Masumi let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)