Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 120-16: "Before the Fireworks Festival"

The period from mid-afternoon to 4pm is almost the hottest time of the day.

When we left Ujikami Shrine, the air was very hot and I was sweating so much that my clothes were sticking to my back.

The six of them found a cafe and sat there for a while, chatting idly, just like the mousse cakes cut into small pieces on the plate.

Some random thoughts suddenly occurred to me, like bubbles in melon soda, floating to the surface and then popped by a few people. There would be no subsequent accumulation, but they would remain in this summer that is about to end.

Perhaps years later, these bubbly topics will resurface one by one when you accidentally sip melon soda, reminding you of that hot, tiring, yet refreshing summer.

But that’s all for another day.

The few people now were like weak summer cicadas, some leaning on the backs of their chairs, or resting their cheeks on the cold glass table.

They rested until three in the afternoon and then returned to the hotel.

After taking off the clothes that were stuck to her skin due to sweat, Masumi immediately rushed into the bathroom, took a shower, and then lay down on the bed.

The plaster ceiling outlined sharp lines on the ceiling. Staring at the monotonous color, he fell into a daze unconsciously until the message from his mobile phone vibrated, interrupting Masumi's leisure time.

Ai-chan: "Mamaru-san, the yukatas are all in that suitcase of yours."

Ai-chan: "We are all in Mami-san's room. Please send us over."

Ai-chan: "Rabbit holding heart.jpg"

Masumi: "OK hand sign.jpg"

Putting down the phone, Masumi casually put on a short-sleeved T-shirt, found a yukata from the suitcase, and walked out of the room wearing it.

Kamishiro and Kurokawa live in a double room, Seno, Chiai, and Hanekawa live in a triple room, counting the room numbers in order... so it's over here.

He knocked gently.

"coming."

The door of the room opened, and the calm Rin appeared immediately.

"sorry to bother you."

She took a stack of yukatas wrapped in a plastic bag, picked up one of them with a sharp eye, picked it out and handed it to Masumi.

"This one is yours, don't make a mistake."

"Oh, thank you."

Masumi took his yukata and was about to turn around and leave when Qian Ai's angry and lecturing voice rang out in the room:

"Asami-san, don't stay in your underwear after taking a shower!"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. This is very convenient. I think I can wear a yukata directly later."

"You'll catch a cold, and Masumi-san is here too..."

"Oh my! Isn't this Masumi-kun?"

Suddenly, a tall and slender figure appeared from behind Linyin.

Her long, wet hair was spread out, hiding her expression. Only her beautiful brown eyes were particularly bright.

Through the provocative lace bra, you can see the plump figure wrapped in it, the clear rib lines, and the soft and slightly plump belly.

"Sister Mami, you'd better be more careful in front of boys." Rin said softly.

"That's true." She nodded as if she had heard it.

"Come in quickly! Masumi-kun, I can't be seen like this by passersby in the corridor!"

Asami grabbed his arm without saying anything and pulled Masumi into the room. It turned out that she was self-aware.

This guy Seno, except when going out and receiving guests in the dining area, always dresses coolly in private. But it's not because she likes to sell meat, she just prefers light clothes.

"Can I?" He said helplessly.

"It's okay, because it's Masumi-kun." Asami lifted her hair and revealed her pretty face with a bright smile.

"I wouldn't feel happy if I heard that."

Masumi sighed, feeling fortunate that his resistance to visual issues had improved a lot over the long period of time he spent together.

"If nothing happens, I'll go back."

"Yes, yes." Mami nodded rapidly, "I'm just about to change into my yukata."

"Then you guys change first, I won't disturb you."

"Wait, don't leave yet." Asami grabbed his arm, "I'm talking about Masumi-kun."

"I?"

"That's right, you looked really sloppy trying on your yukata today at the store, didn't you? It was really embarrassing, Masumi-kun."

Being looked down upon was of course uncomfortable, and Masumi subconsciously explained, "That's because..."

"Because of what?"

Qian Ai also turned her head.

"Ah, yes..."

As Masumi spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced towards the bed.

Haiyue put her feet on the edge of the bed, sat with her knees hugged, and was playing a game on her mobile phone... Because of her sitting posture, from Masumi's perspective, there was a high possibility that she would see something she shouldn't see through the gap, so she quietly looked away.

Kurokawa fell asleep beside him.

"Because I don't wear it very often." He replied calmly.

This is also true. After all, except in hot spring hotels, he rarely wears a yukata.

As for what happened in the fitting room today, it feels like it would be quite troublesome to talk about it.

Unfortunately, he didn't understand one thing: the more people are afraid of trouble, the more likely they are to get entangled in trouble.

Upon hearing this, Asami put on an expression of "As expected".

"I knew it would be a little difficult to put on a proper yukata. It's different from the lazy ones at the hot spring hotel."

"So if it's your first time, let onee-chan help you." An ambiguous smile appeared on her face as she took the yukata from Masumi.

"Will you help me put it on?"

"What? You don't trust me."

"That's not the question." Masumi sighed.

"Wait, Mami-san, you're going to put a yukata on Masumi-san like this!?"

"Yeah, after all, it's Masumi-kun who's wearing the yukata, so it doesn't matter what I wear." Asami said as a matter of course.

"Of course there is a difference." Qian Ai puffed her cheeks awkwardly: "Put on your clothes properly, that's enough."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Mami nodded perfunctorily in response to the story, but under the shove of the childhood girl, she walked to the open suitcase and found her own change of clothes.

A white sleeveless vest with suspenders and black casual shorts.

She was still dressed in a cool and refreshing style, which was the same casual home clothes that Masumi remembered her wearing when she first met her.

After putting on this outfit again, Masumi clearly felt that Seno had gained a lot of weight during this period of time compared to when they first met in April.

The edges of the black shorts were cut very short, tightly fitting the thighs, allowing the fleshy and plump skin to slightly overflow, as if the visual effect could directly replace the sense of touch.

If you hold it with your fingers, the same overflow will probably appear between your fingers.

"Masumi-kun, I have a feeling you're thinking of something very rude."

"No." Masumi's expression was calm.

"Yeah."

Asami didn't delve into it further. She and Chiai stood on either side, helping Masumi put on her yukata.

When confirming the width, skin contact was inevitable. Her wrist was soft and slightly wet with sweat, but she had just taken a shower not long ago, so it was fresh out?
"Interview Masumi-kun, how are you feeling right now?"

"About the same as Genji."

Since they were in Uji, Masumi wanted to answer in a more appropriate way.

"Brother Masumi also wants to have a bunch of female confidantes like Genji!?" Qianai looked dissatisfied.

"Hey, Masumi-kun really has the idea of ​​starting a harem."

Asami squinted her eyes teasingly and said, "Although I admit that Masumi-kun is not bad looking and can be considered handsome, he is still far from being as "shining as the sun and the moon" as Genji. He needs to work on other areas."

"Don't let your thoughts wander." Masumi sighed in annoyance. "I'm just speaking my mind."

"But, have you actually read The Tale of Genji?" he asked in a slightly surprised tone.

Based on his understanding of Seno, this guy only reads light novels and comics, and he will feel dizzy if the text exceeds three lines, not to mention classical novels like "The Tale of Genji".

He would probably just throw the book to himself or Kamiyo while complaining, "Why doesn't this thing have sections?"

Then again, both "The Tale of Genji" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" have published editions with illustrations by illustrators of the time. Can they also be considered light novels of that era?

"Don't make me sound illiterate, Masumi-kun." Asami put on a dissatisfied expression and patted his shoulder heavily. "Although I haven't read the original work, I have watched the TV series starring Yuki Amami in its entirety."

"..."

In contrast to Mami who was always chattering, Chiai became extremely focused and serious after her fingers touched the fabric, and she remained silent the entire time.

"Done!"

Finally, she adjusted her belt and smoothed out the wrinkles on her back, and the childhood girl smiled with a sense of accomplishment.

"How's it going? My craftsmanship."

She held her head high and chest out, posing with a proud attitude: "Not to mention yukata, I can even wear more complicated kimonos. Every New Year's Day, I help my mother put on her kimono."

"Very impressive." Masumi touched the yukata on his body and was convinced.

Chiai and Seno created completely different styles for both sides. Fortunately, under the "full revision" of "general supervisor" Chiai, it has been completely renewed, otherwise it would be a bit too weird.

"Hmm~ Then let's keep it like this from now on until we leave for the fireworks festival."

"The fireworks display shouldn't start until eight o'clock. It's only four o'clock now, which is too long."

"Just kidding." Qian Ai laughed.

"As long as you don't plan on going back to your room, just stay in bed and sleep until you leave. If you do that, your clothes will definitely get wrinkled."

Huh? I guessed it.

"I should have changed it later."

He sighed regretfully, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Kurokawa Mio's peaceful sleeping face from the corner of his eye. She had a good sleep quality and was not woken up even though Seno spoke so loudly.

His breathing was long and even, and he could still hear some faint whispers in his sleep:
"Huh~~~ Masumi... eh... want to change... to the next position... I got it..."

The breathing became a little faster.

I don't dare to be curious about the content of Kurokawa's dream.

Just think of it as taking a group photo.

It would be better if she didn't bury her face in the short-sleeved T-shirt she had just taken off and breathe so hard.

"Here, Masumi-kun."

Asami handed over a pair of clogs, "These are for you."

"Are you planning on wearing clogs?"

"If you want to wear a yukata, this is a must, right?"

"That's true, but it's a bit inconvenient to walk in. The straps will rub your feet, and if the soles of your feet sweat, they will slip easily." Masumi listed several shortcomings in one breath.

"Is it Masumi-kun who doesn't want to wear it?"

Masumi accidentally revealed his true thoughts and was glared at by Asami, so he nodded honestly.

"Well, if you don't want to, forget it." Mami didn't insist like before, which made him feel relieved.

Then she raised her lips and said:

"But for the girls in romance dramas, this isn't really a disadvantage at all."

"What's this?"

Qian Ai, who was standing next to him, also raised questions: "Why a girl? And a romance story?"

"Fireworks festivals are a staple in romance novels, right?"

Asami covered her lips with her hand meaningfully and continued.

"The heroine's feet get bruised, or the straps break, or the clogs are missing, and then the hero can only carry her on his back, or princess-carry her, something like that."

"That does sound great."

Qianai nodded seriously with an expression of longing. Masumi felt that since Shoujo Monthly Comics had not been sold to Qianai until now, the magazine must have made a big mistake in its management and marketing.

"I can't carry five people."

"What if I'm alone?"

"Sister Mami..." Qian Ai opened her eyes wide.

"To be honest, I'm not confident that I can definitely carry it."

Masumi glanced at her exposed skin around her belly button and expressed his true thoughts.

“—Go to hell!”

I don't know what it was, but Miss Mami threw it at me with force, and it hit him in the face with a "bang".

Masumi picked it up with her hand and found it was a pair of white lace tabi socks.

I see. This is to prevent slipping and rubbing your feet when wearing clogs. It's very hot to wear tabi in this weather, so this thin, light and breathable one is very suitable.

He looked at Socks seriously while analyzing this kind of thing in his mind. It must have seemed very perverted to outsiders, so he subconsciously glanced at Rinone.

The black-haired beauty had the same indifferent expression as always on her face, and the aura she exuded was so cold that even without her saying a word, one could sense that she had no interest in anything else.

"..."

"Sister Mami, stop embarrassing yourself with my socks!" Qian Ai blushed and said nervously, "Are you okay? Masumi-san, ah, those socks you just used were new and I haven't worn them yet."

"It's okay, here you go."

Masumi is truly the same inside and out at this moment.

"Hey, Chi'ai-chan still doesn't understand boys. Masumi-kun will only be happy if you tell him that you wore it yourself."

Mami, whose face was originally covered with a shadow, laughed heartily when she heard this.

"Now that he heard they were new, Masumi-kun immediately felt bored. Look at Kaiyue's pantyhose, he put them away carefully."

Hearing the topic about herself, the jellyfish girl looked away from the game screen and blinked.

"Masumi... do you still want it?"

"Is that so? Masumi-san?"

Qian Ai carefully peeked at his face, and his expression was so complicated that it was difficult to describe in words.

"Look at how happy she is laughing, and you'll know how frivolous her words are."

Masumi sighed silently, making Asami laugh even more happily. It could be described as a "belly laugh". Monday's plumpness also swayed moderately like the white jade balls in the matcha parfait.

"Then I'll go back to the room first."

"Eh? Aren't you going to stay and watch us change into yukata?" Asami said in a teasing tone.

No matter what kind of reaction he made, it would probably satisfy her, so Masumi chose to ignore this sentence and said to the girls:
"Take a rest and leave the hotel at seven o'clock."

"Well, see you later."

"See you later, Masumi-kun~"

Haiyue said "hmm" and didn't take her eyes off the game screen when she responded.

Linyin nodded slightly, and no one knew what she was thinking while keeping silent.

As for Kurokawa Mio, she was still sleeping soundly, and it seemed impossible for her to get the short-sleeved T-shirt back as if nothing had happened.

She bit the pure cotton fabric in her mouth. She turned over and remained in a prone position, her straight and long legs slightly apart, her buttocks raised, and her long honey-gold hair ruffled on the sheets.

Her face was flushed, and occasionally a few fragmented, incoherent murmurs came out of her lips, giving people the feeling that she had been suppressed for a long time.

Masumi felt cold sweat on his forehead and closed the door of the room.

The wind blowing through the corridor was hot and rheumatic, and felt a little sticky.

When he returned to his room, he subconsciously wanted to fall headfirst onto the bed, but suddenly remembered Qian Ai's instructions, so he had to sit on the edge of the bed and cheer himself up.

In the hotel in Uji, the time spent waiting for the fireworks festival to begin became a rare opportunity to relax during the three days, but for some reason, Masumi felt a little bored.

He took out his mobile phone out of boredom and scrolled through TikTok. The hour hand of the quartz clock on the wall moved slowly as if it was wearing clogs.

If I stay with those five people, although it will be a bit troublesome, time will pass quickly.

Tired of watching short videos, Masumi finally opened the "Become a Great Writer" website, skillfully clicked on the daily comprehensive rankings, slid her fingertips across the screen, and then suddenly paused.

Huh?
His phone screen is not big, so he used to have to scroll down several times to see the rankings, but this time he only swiped twice to see his own work.

Is it because it was the Obon Festival holiday and there were fewer readers on the website, so my work's ranking rose temporarily?
No, the kind of people who go out to enjoy the holiday and sing praises of youth during the Obon Festival are not the target readers of these light novels at all.

Masumi glanced at the time and saw that the rankings would be refreshed in a few minutes.

He randomly clicked on a few short stories on the rankings, read for a while, and after the ranking data was refreshed, he reopened the daily comprehensive rankings.

"I was reincarnated as a soldier in the Demon King's army, forced to hide my identity and infiltrate the Hero Squad as an undercover agent. I never expected that my teammates were also undercover agents of the Demon King's army, the Four Heavenly Kings!?"

Author: Coffee Man.

Overall ranking…7th!?

(End of this chapter)