Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 130, Section 6: "Anything is possible with effort."

After receiving the message, Masumi went to her room on the second floor alone.

"Seno?"

Because she said on LINE that I could come in directly, Masumi pushed open the door and found no one in the messy room.

The sketches were still on the table, not put away. In a mystery novel, this would be one of the missing clues, but it was of no use to Seno.

Her slovenly personality has always been like this.

"Masumi-kun..."

The familiar voice seemed to echo, as if it were coming from some narrow corner.

"Is it a recording? Or a prank?"

"No, look below!"

under?

Just as Masumi was completely confused, something suddenly grabbed her ankle.

“Wow!?”

He instinctively cried out in surprise, suddenly lost his balance, tripped over the pile of clothes on the floor, and fell onto the carpet.

"What's wrong? Masumi-kun, you're so pathetic!"

As her gaze naturally lowered, Masumi finally spotted Mami.

She stayed between the cardboard box under the bed and the bed frame, sticking out an arm through the narrow gap, a subtle expression on her face.

"Seno? What are you doing hiding here?"

"I'm not hiding here!" Mami shouted, her face flushed.

"Masumi-kun is usually so perceptive, can't you see my miserable situation right now?"

"A tragic situation?"

Masumi pondered the word, her eyes scanning the cramped space under the bed and piled with cardboard boxes. Could it be...?

"You're not stuck in there and can't get out, are you?"

"Hey!"

Mami shook her arm, a troubled smile playing on her lips.

"What were you thinking, doing something so childish?" Masumi asked, rubbing her temples in exasperation.

"It's not childish at all!"

She said matter-of-factly, "I was just tidying up when I saw this size and it seemed like it could fit a person in it, so I just had a sudden idea."

"But it seems to have been too perfect, so once you go in, you can't get out, hahaha."

"If they can get in, why can't they get out?" Masumi wondered.

This incident, along with the "light bulb swallowed into the mouth and unable to be removed" incident, were considered by Masumi to be two major unsolved mysteries.

"Let's put that aside for now, I can show you later, but for now, just get me out here!"

Mami stretched out her arms with difficulty, a pitiful expression on her face.

"Oh, I see. But forget about the demonstration."

Masumi then grasped her hand and pulled it outward with all her might—

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Stop it, Masumi-kun, my arm is going to break!"

"So complicated."

Masumi sighed in disdain: "I'll go and call the others over to help."

"No! I absolutely cannot let them see me looking so pathetic!"

"So I'm fine?"

“It doesn’t matter to you, Masumi-kun, you’ve seen enough anyway.”

This guy has completely given up.

“Brute force alone doesn’t seem to work.” Masumi shook her head and looked around at Mami’s body stuck under the bed. “Try taking a deep breath and holding it.”

"What kind of method is this?" Mami blinked.

"You try it first. If it doesn't work, you'll have to lift the bed. I don't know if I can lift it by myself."

"Oh."

With Masumi pulling, Asami took a deep breath, the dust around her chest trembling, and then—

"Cough cough cough cough cough! The area under the bed is covered in dust! What kind of terrible idea is this, Masumi-kun?!"

Mami coughed violently, pressing her hand to her heaving chest, her eyes suddenly widening: "Eh, I'm out?!"

"To be precise, it's a part."

His lower body, from the waist down, was still firmly stuck under the bed.

"You've gained weight again?" Masumi looked at her suspiciously.

"I'm not fat!"

Mami interrupted him excitedly, retorting firmly, "It's always been like this, okay!"

"Bust is 97cm, waist is 62.99cm, and hips are 91.99cm. Compared to the previous measurements, the latter two are quite slim and standard, right?"

A smug smile spread across her lips.

"I'm not interested in your measurements. Also, what are the numbers after the decimal point? Are you just fooling yourself?"

Mami's resentful gaze almost overwhelmed him. Masumi put on an annoyed expression, grabbed her hands, and pulled hard.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! My arms and back are going to break!"

After much effort, Masumi finally managed to pull Mami out from under the bed.

"Phew! I'm saved!"

She breathed a sigh of relief, her face showing signs of exhaustion, and slumped limply onto the carpet.

"Seno."

"What's wrong, Masumi-kun?" She slowly lifted her eyelids.

"Where are your pants?"

"Pants?" Asami tilted her head slightly in confusion, her hand tracing the waistline. "Aren't they perfectly fine to wear?"

"This style and size is generally called underwear in island nations."

"Sigh, it's because Masumi-kun was too rough just now, and he got pushed off and left under the bed."

Asami said lazily, "It's okay, we're in the room anyway."

"Hurry up and put on a proper pair of pants."

"Hey, let me rest for a bit first."

Asami lazily raised her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "How about this, is it more to Masumi-kun's liking? No need to hide it, consider this your reward."

"If you don't want the Shindai and the others to know, do as I say."

Upon hearing Masumi's words, Mami's eyes widened and she froze.

"That's outrageous! Masumi-kun, you're threatening me!"

"...I understand. I'll do anything as long as you don't tell them."

Asami feigned tears, exuding an aura of sadness as if she had been threatened and toyed with by a scumbag.

Masumi rolled her eyes at her, exasperated, and then saw her reluctantly turn around and stick her head under the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for my pants."

Mami leaned forward and crawled back under the bed.

"Aren't there any clothes on the ground? Just wear any one of them, why do you have to look for that one?"

Mami blankly replied, "Oh, right."

"And you finally got out, are you sure you won't get stuck inside again?"

"How could that be, Masumi-kun? You underestimate me." She said casually, "How can one step into two rivers at the same time? I'll come out and show you... Eh!"

Seeing that Seno suddenly stopped moving, Masumi had a bad feeling.

"Wait! You're kidding, right?! This pose is different from before! How could this be? No way, absolutely no way! Try again, come on, Mami, you can do it! Ee-ee..."

After talking to herself for a long time, Mami fell silent again.

But soon, pitiful sounds came from under the bed.

“Um… Masumi-kun…”

"Could you... save me one more time?"

Is this guy an idiot?

Masumi silently stepped forward, preparing to grab her arm...wait? Where's her arm?

From behind, all that can be seen is a taut strip of purple fabric, its rounded shape undulating within the concave fabric, making the shape of the buttocks completely visible.

No wonder he's 92cm tall.

Despite being a triangular design, her full buttocks somehow managed to create a "T" shape.

Such a dangerous pose! This sight made Masumi feel like she was seeing something she shouldn't be looking at, so she looked away.

"Masumi-kun, don't just stand there! Pull me out of here!"

How can I help you?

"Like before, hold my hand... uh."

Mami paused here, seemingly lost in thought, but the next moment, she shouted willfully, "I don't care, use whatever method you want, just get me out of here!"

"Even if you say so..."

"It's so dark inside! It's so scary! Help me, Masumi-kun! It's so dark! It's so scary!"

"I'm trying to figure something out, please be quiet."

Is this the Pokémon that got eaten by the Mimic?
Mami, like a willful child, struggled under the bed, kicking her legs wildly.

"Hey, I'm trying to lift the bed up, so behave yourself."

Asami seemed not to hear, perhaps because she was genuinely uneasy, she struggled desperately as the half of her body that was exposed from under the bed began to emerge.

The spring mattress creaked and groaned. "No, I can't lift it at all," Masumi sighed, feeling utterly exhausted. Her left shoulder and lower back had been kicked several times by Mami.

"You better behave yourself."

"But it's really scary, it's narrow and dark, full of dust, and there might even be cockroaches, ee-ee-ee!"

"That's all because you don't pay attention to keeping your room clean!"

After making that comment, Masumi narrowly dodged the kick that was coming at her, saying, "I said, be quiet."

"Snapped!"

Loud slaps.

Her snow-white buttocks rippled and swayed, instantly turning into an ambiguous blush.

A sticky silence suddenly formed between the two.

Masumi immediately calmed down. "Sorry," he said, realizing he had crossed the line a little.

"..."

"That's so mean, Masumi-kun!" Asami protested, "How dare you spank me while I couldn't move! That's so mean! That's so despicable!"

His appearance instantly dispelled the guilt and strange emotions he had felt.

"Snapped!"

"...I'm sorry, Masumi-kun, I got carried away."

Although you can't see her face, you can imagine that Seno was biting her lip and looking pitiful.

Why does it sound like I'm bullying her?

"Wait a little longer, let me think of a way."

"Hurry up... I'm going to get heatstroke from all this stuffiness." Her voice sounded stickier than usual.

"I see."

Masumi sat on the carpet, her vision filled with Asami's buttocks and thighs.

Her full, slender legs knelt on the carpet, her fair knees flushed red.

“Hmm…” Masumi thought for a moment and said, “Try to lower your waist and raise your hips a little higher.”

"Wait, Masumi-kun, you're not going to do something terrible, are you?!"

Mami said in a flustered tone, "Um, I'm a manga artist, not the heroine in a manga, and this is my first time in a setting like this, it feels too casual."

Masumi sighed, seemingly speechless: "Do you still want to come out?"

"Of course I want to! But the price..."

"Think more straight. I'm just thinking about how to get you out."

"Yes, that's right."

Just as Masumi was about to lose patience, Mami finally slowly came to her senses.

"Is this okay?"

She spoke shyly, her voice barely audible.

Her slightly plump waist sank down, her round and full buttocks, like ripe peaches, rose high, her lower abdomen pulled down, and her delicate body curved into an exaggerated and alluring curve.

It's probably like a cat stretching.

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became very subtle.

Masumi hadn't initially thought of it that way, but the trembling images, seen through his vision, eroded his thinking, and instinct bared its fangs in the corner of his mind, gnawing away at his rationality.

This is terrible. If this continues, all his blood will leave his brain and concentrate elsewhere.

"I'll try it first."

"Hey, how do we try it?"

Mami opened her eyes wide in the darkness.

Masumi caught her two restless, wriggling feet, her fingertips tickling from her heels to her ankles, the tingling sensation causing her ten adorable toes to curl up involuntarily.

"Eek!? Masumi-kun, isn't this pose a bit...?"

Halfway through her sentence, with a loud thud, Mami's forehead hit the floor of the bed. Before she could even cry out in pain, she felt a strong pull coming from her ankle.

She was suddenly pulled out from under the bed like a radish being pulled up—

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"Yes, saved."

Her already somewhat unkempt long hair was now a terrible mess, with a large red and swollen patch on her snow-white forehead, and she was covered in sweat.

Beneath the white sleeveless tank top supported by straps, the fair skin exposed from the neck to the chest rose and fell slowly with each breath, creating an inexplicably alluring effect.

"Thank you, Masumi-kun."

"fine."

Masumi quietly exhaled, feeling drenched in sweat; she was indeed extremely hot in every way.

"You should tidy up your room... wait, are you tidying up your room?"

"Hey, how did you figure that out?"

"The cardboard boxes that were moved out."

"Oh, I was just looking for autumn clothes." For some reason, her eyes darted around.

"Didn't you already find it a few days ago? And you said the sweater was too tight and didn't fit, so you needed to buy a new one."

"You actually remember that? That's a foul, Masumi-kun." Mami narrowed her eyes.

"But there might be clothes I forgot, that's what I'm looking for."

"Is that right?"

"That's how it is! Why would I lie? Why is Masumi-kun treating me like a criminal?"

Mami puffed out her cheeks angrily, her chest heaving with a strong presence.

"..."

"Ok."

Masumi didn't press the matter further and changed the subject, asking, "How's the manga going?"

"It's going smoothly. There's a doujinshi convention this weekend, so I should be able to attend."

"I see." He nodded. "And what about the comics we're planning to submit to magazines?"

"It went very smoothly."

A look of panic flashed across Mami's face for a moment, but she quickly covered it up with a smile.

She propped herself up on the carpet, her overly long bangs falling down to cover her eyebrows and eyes, and a suggestive smile appeared on her lips.

"Yeah, that's good."

Masumi didn't know what to say. The light streaming in from the window outlined Mami's features. As always, she sat cross-legged in an unruly posture, her fingers pacing nervously over her skin.

"Masumi-kun."

"Ok?"

He looked up and saw the complex emotions on Seno's face.

"Forget it, it's nothing."

"kidding me?"

"Yeah, I was just messing with you." Her tone sounded cheerful. "Who told Masumi-kun to treat me like that just now..."

As she spoke, Mami began to waver, and a noticeable blush rose to her face.

Masumi recalled the scene from earlier and felt as if snakes had crawled all over her from head to toe.

"It's almost noon, I'm going downstairs now."

"Ah."

To meet the deadline for the artwork, Mami took a week off.

"Then please do your best to finish the drawing."

At least don't lose to that unreliable freelance writer downstairs.

Masumi left the room after saying those words.

After confirming that the door was closed, Mami collapsed onto the carpet as if deflated.

(Ugh! How embarrassing!)

(It's one thing to get stuck the first time, but to do it again in front of Masumi-kun!)

(Even the most naturally beautiful and somewhat dim-witted older sister would just be a fool at this point.)
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

She buried her face in the pile of clothes on the ground, kicking her legs wildly in the air.

Being stuck under the bed is very uncomfortable, makes one feel more ashamed, and seems to make one's senses more sensitive than before.

Asami cupped her cheeks in her palms. Why was it so hot? The capillaries were transmitting heat through her skin. Just thinking about it made her face feel like it was burning.

Then, belatedly, I realized that there was a cushion pressing down on my lower abdomen, which naturally raised my buttocks slightly.

She sat up quickly.

I don't want to lie on my stomach for the next week.

Uh, these underwear need washing too.

Mami pressed her temples as if she had a headache.

Awful.

After managing to calm down, Masumi's last words came to mind.

Her expression darkened with incredible speed.

"..."

Asami bit her lower lip, as if trying her best not to let the sound leak out of her throat.

"Sorry, Masumi-kun."

"I feel like I'm not qualified to say things like 'try my best'."

(End of this chapter)