Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 163, Section 4: "September, Six People Leisurely Strolling Through the Complex (2)"

"Masumi-kun, why are you so far behind? You should follow our backs."

Mami called out to him from not far away.

"I'll just wait here."

There happened to be a bench on the floor for people to rest on, Masumi said, pointing over there.

"Eh? Why?"

"Boys shouldn't go into those kinds of stores."

The bustling floor filled with girls, and the sweet air wafting from it made Masumi feel a little uncomfortable.

"Masumi-kun is still worrying about this kind of thing?" Mami shrugged dismissively. "Nobody cares! Masumi-kun is overthinking things; it just makes him look like a pervert."

Qian Ai nodded in agreement: "If you don't overthink it, everything will be fine."

Is it really that simple? That can't be right.

"That's right, wouldn't it be pointless if Masumi didn't come in?"

Because Kurokawa was pulling on her sleeve, Masumi was unable to resist and was half-dragged into the store.

Fortunately, probably because it was a weekday, the atmosphere in the store was quiet. A female shop assistant with her hair neatly tied up approached the two of them and spoke softly.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"No need to trouble yourself, we can explore on our own," Kurokawa Mio politely declined.

"No problem." The saleswoman's smile remained unchanged. "If it's convenient, please try them on over there."

"The fitting room is in a very private location, so it won't be seen by passing customers. There are chairs next to it, so my boyfriend can wait there."

"You're so professional, thank you so much for your help."

Kurokawa Mio nodded deeply, satisfied; the reason was easy to guess.

Masumi looked around the store and saw a row of mannequins emphasizing body curves, with all kinds of yoga clothes available.

Although there is no nudity, this kind of clothing that clings to the body represents a different kind of sexiness compared to swimsuits that openly expose the skin.

"You're welcome, it's my job too."

The shop assistant, who had extensive experience serving couples, smiled gently.

"Wow, there are so many styles of yoga clothes!"

Mami looked at the abundance of yoga clothes and sighed.

"I thought yoga clothes were only different colors."

Four girls strolled into the shop as if they were just browsing.

The female shop assistant greeted us with a smile, "Welcome! Would you like me to introduce you to some items?"

"Thank you, but don't bother," Chiai said politely, glancing at Masumi and Kurokawa Mio. "We're together."

"I see."

The female shop assistant nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the five women and one man. A hint of amazement flashed in her eyes. What a combination of handsome men and beautiful women! Birds of a feather flock together, indeed.

The gaze lingered longest on the boy. He was tall and slender, and even through his coat, his well-proportioned figure was evident. He was a handsome man with a gentle demeanor, and the beautiful woman with honey-gold hair stared at him with her wet eyes.

Could it be that he's traveling with his girlfriend and best friend? When she has nothing to do, the female shop assistant will pass the time with so-called "daily reasoning".

"If you want to look slimmer, I would recommend this one."

Qian Ai picked up a cheese-yellow sports bra with thin shoulder straps.

"Mmm, it feels good."

Asami took the top from her hand, and with her other hand she also took a pair of yoga pants that she liked. When Chiai saw this, she looked embarrassed, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Huh? Chia Ai has something to say?"

"...Sister Mami, I advise you not to choose that high-waisted one."

Mami blinked, tilting her head with a curious look. "Why?"

Qian Ai carefully chose her words, trying to be as tactful as possible: "Those yoga pants are so tight that the waistband goes above your navel. With Asami's figure, they probably won't be very comfortable for you to wear them."

"..."

"Xiaoqian's words hurt me deeply."

"Hey, I was clearly thinking from Mami's perspective."

Asami stared at Chiai, who was gesticulating wildly as she explained, and burst out laughing. "Just kidding, Chiai is taking this too seriously."

"Honestly, you're acting like a little kid, all flustered and clumsy," she said sarcastically.

“Although Asami-nee looks like a mature woman, I’d like to ask in return, who’s the child here!” Chiai protested indignantly.

"Adults don't get bogged down in these kinds of things."

Seemingly accepting Chiai's explanation, Mami put the item back, picked out a pair of black low-rise yoga pants, checked the size, and quickly headed towards the fitting room.

"I'll go try it on."

"it is good."

Which yoga outfit does Masumi think is better?

The scent of citrus wafted to her nose, and Rinne asked this question.

Today, the heiress was wearing a pure white high-necked dress, with a cartoon cat hair clip in her hair. She exuded a youthful aura and looked much cuter than usual.

"Even if you ask me that..."

It felt like a test of her fashion sense, but no matter how closely Masumi examined it, she still couldn't figure it out, so she just picked out a yoga outfit for her at random.

"Um, how about this one?"

"You like this kind of thing..."

Rinne's voice was slightly hoarse than usual as she stared intently at the faceless mannequin displaying yoga clothes.

The yoga outfit that Masumi casually picked out was designed with a smaller fabric area than other styles.

The top is similar to a track and field vest, with a very small area of ​​fabric. Not only can you see the waist, abdomen, and navel, but you can also vaguely see the lines of the ribs. There are also cutouts on the sides.

I overheard my childhood friend, who majors in fashion design, mention that large areas of openwork reduce the fabric's elasticity. If Rinne wore it, wouldn't most of her breasts be exposed?
As for the yoga pants, they use a highly elastic fabric with wrapping and support in the hip area, and the stitching is tightened and lifted to enhance the full and upturned feeling, making the effect on the mannequin quite exaggerated.

"Should I call it unexpected...? Even I would have needed to muster up some courage..."

Rinne lost the imposing aura she had shown when facing Kurokawa Mio and muttered something under her breath.

"No! I just picked it randomly!" Masumi explained in a panic, "That's not my preference, I really just picked it randomly!"

"It seems you really like these clothes."

The more Masumi tried to explain, the worse it got. The more she tried to argue, the more it gave the impression that she had deliberately chosen the wrong path.

"I will think it over carefully before making a choice. Please give me another chance!"

Rinne frowned almost imperceptibly. "You're so serious, it's actually scary."

"Feel sorry."

"It's ok."

The heiress gently shook her head, the reluctance on her face turning into determination, and said with lowered eyes:

"Since only you can see it, it should be fine."

"Ok?"

"It's okay, I'll go try it on."

Rinne casually uttered those words, then without a second thought chose the last fitting room and gently pulled the curtains closed.

"..."

Masumi blinked. In front of the fitting room next to her, Chiai asked impatiently, "Mami-nee, are you done changing? You're so slow."

"It's going to be a hassle to smooth out the wrinkles on the pants right away."

Hearing Chiai's urging voice, the fitting room remained quiet for a while before Mami poked her face out from behind the curtain.

"Sister Mami, what are you doing?"

With a whoosh, Qian'ai grabbed the curtain and opened it completely.

Asami, having changed into her yoga clothes, appeared before Masumi and Chiai.

"This fits perfectly."

Chiai quickly examined Mami from head to toe and nodded in satisfaction.

Does it feel tight in your chest?

"A little bit."

"What's wrong with your stomach?" Masumi asked, looking at her hand that instinctively covered her lower abdomen.

"This dress will expose your waist and abdomen."

"I know that, but don't you usually wear the same sleeveless tank top and shorts in your room?"

"Completely different."

“My outfit is loose, but these pants are too tight, so…” Asami moved her hand away, her lower abdomen, squeezed tightly by the low-waisted yoga pants, revealed a bit of plump flesh, forming a sexy little belly.

Qianai couldn't help but laugh. "What's there to cover up, Mami-nee? This kind of figure is very popular in works of art. Haven't you seen 'Undine Rising from the Water'?"

"This book is not in the book summary I was reading."

After saying that, Mami turned away somewhat embarrassed. It was rare to see her so flustered in front of Chiai. Masumi's lips also quietly blossomed into a smile.

Black yoga pants hugged her voluptuous hips and legs, exuding a mature beauty, while at the same time, Mami's reproachful voice came from beside her.

"Masumi-kun, don't stare at my butt and smirk. People will call you a pervert!"

"I would never do such a thing."

"Hmph, just kidding."

Asami gave a mischievous smile. "I know exactly what Masumi-kun is thinking right now. That's what you call telepathy."

"When did Asami-nee and Masumi-nie become so in sync?"

Hearing this, the childhood friend was not happy, but Masumi shrugged indifferently, "Is that so? Then tell me."

"Masumi-kun, you're really happy to see us girls dressed in yoga outfits right now!"

Mami smiled broadly and made this assertion with great confidence.

"I'm not so shallow as to be happy about something like this..."

Does this mean we lack appeal?

With a sharp gaze, Mami turned around and glared at him, her fair cleavage seemingly opening up with her movement.

"Don't get caught up in such trivial matters."

"The fact that Masumi-kun said something like 'I find me troublesome' is the second most hurtful thing I've ever said in my life."

Mami lowered her head and wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, as if she were sobbing.

The change of expression was too fast. Masumi put on a defeated look, put her hands together and said, "Okay, okay, I was wrong just now! I apologize!" At the same time, she bent down and bowed her head to observe Mami's reaction in an apologetic posture.

A blissful smile spread across Mami's face; her beautiful face was now beaming with joy.

Or rather, he was laughing with a belly full of bad intentions.

"Heh heh, that works really well. Let's just take that line as a special magic attack against Masumi-kun then."

"Magic and all that... that's just too awful..."

The playful banter, resembling flirting between lovers, made the female shop assistant behind the counter in the distance squint her eyes, revealing a meaningful look.

Chiai, who was staring at the two of them from close range, had eyes as lifeless as a dead fish.

"You two are wasting time by arguing like this!"

With a knot in her brow, Chiai picked up the various yoga outfits she had chosen, took off her shoes, and walked into the fitting room where Asami was.

"Huh? There's an empty fitting room over there."

"No, Mami-nee has been going a bit too far lately. I need to keep an eye on her."

"What kind of childish tantrum is this?" Mami smiled, amused. "Fine, whatever you say."

The curtains were drawn from the inside, and the air around Masumi immediately became quiet.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen Haiyue since earlier. Could she have run off again?
Thinking this, Masumi took a step forward, but a sudden voice called him back.

"——Masumi."

As Kurokawa Mio called his name, she quickly approached him, the air around her seemingly heavy.

"Uh, it's Mio. What's up?"

"I have a question for Masumi."

With a serious expression, Kurokawa Mio said, "Let's come over here first."

She chose the most secluded fitting room, took off her high heels, pulled back the curtain, and went inside. The style of the yoga outfit in her hand seemed somewhat familiar to Masumi.

Through a curtain, accompanied by the soft rustling of fabric, came Kurokawa Mio's slightly uneasy voice.

"Masumi, are you still in front of the fitting room?"

"Well, what happened?"

"It's nothing." The girl behind the curtain seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "I was just worried that Masumi might suddenly leave."

"There's no need to worry about it to that extent."

"Mmm." Kurokawa Mio's casual reply was interspersed with the sound of her skirt zipper being pulled open.

"In a way, it's a bit like having a fitting room date."

"I've never heard of this word before, but it sounds a bit dangerous."

“Masumi is very perceptive. Boys accompany girls to pick out clothes, which is something they do after they have a close relationship. When I was in Tokyo, I always wanted to go shopping with Masumi like that.”

As Kurokawa Mio took off her clothes, she chatted with Masumi as usual.

“If you had told me back then, I would have come out with you.”

"I know that if it's Masumi, she would definitely do that."

Amidst the sound of fabric licking skin, lines that sounded like something out of an anime came from Kurokawa Mio's mouth.

"However, at that time, Masumi was always busy with the band's affairs, working part-time, contacting performance venues, signing up for music festivals, managing accounts, writing lyrics, rehearsing... She worked very hard every day."

“I think it’s more important to achieve our dream together with Masumi than such trivial matters.”

The last sentence should have been said with a stronger tone, but Kurokawa Mio's voice was slightly weaker than before.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the soft fabric being pulled by the hook, and you can probably guess why this is happening.

"Shall we achieve our dreams together...?"

As Masumi pondered these words, she was unaware that the curtains of the fitting room had already been drawn open.

"How's it going? Does it look good?"

Kurokawa Mio brazenly opened all the curtains, striking a model-like pose. The curves of her body, outlined by her yoga clothes, were so beautiful that one wanted to hug her tightly.

Her swan-like neck was snow-white and long, and her right-angled shoulders made her look slim and beautiful.

Unexpectedly, she was wearing the same yoga outfit that Masumi had casually picked out for Rinne, except that Rinne's was light blue, while hers was a vibrant, fiery color.

"Sigh, Masumi, do you prefer a fuller figure?"

"what?"

"I'm asking you, do you prefer a fuller figure like Rinne or Asami's, rather than my slender build?"

Don't make me say it so many times—Minako Kurokawa stared at his expression, and Masumi had that feeling.

"Even if you suddenly ask this question..."

Her pale skin seemed to be coated with a faint blush. As she drew closer, Masumi tried her best not to look away and slowly backed away.

Just like dealing with wild bears... Speaking of which, Hyogo Prefecture and Kyoto Prefecture have seen a surge in wild bear sightings in recent years due to poor beech harvests, but incidents of wild bears harming people are more common in eastern Japan.

Stay calm, calmly create distance...

A dull pain and a firm touch came from near Masumi's waist. It seemed that she had been forced into a corner of the changing room without realizing it.

The situation is not good.

"answer me."

Kurokawa Mio urged him to answer.

The words, which subtly revealed his anxiety, made Masumi feel that something was wrong. After hesitating for a moment, he chose to speak his honest truth.

"Then I'll answer. Most guys probably prefer someone with a slightly chubby figure."

Hearing this, Asami, who has gained weight not only in her chest but also in her abdomen, would probably pat him on the shoulder with joy. In stark contrast, Kurokawa Mio would naturally show a disappointed expression.

"...Just as I thought."

Masumi then added:
"But I think Mio's slender and toned figure is also great, it gives me a feeling that this is you."

If we disregard the content of the discussion, this statement should be quite touching, Masumi thought.

"But you react more strongly to things like breasts. Masumi actually prefers Rinne's type, right?"

What's going on? She seems unusually fixated on this question.

"...Isn't it?"

Kurokawa Mio stared straight at him.

“I don’t have that much insistence. In the end, appearance is just a medium for initial attraction, and it doesn’t determine anything else.”

Kurokawa Mio lowered her eyelashes as he spoke, and then immediately denied it.

"No, that's not what I wanted to ask, I just..."

She gently shook her head, her cheeks flushed as she looked at Masumi, but her eyes seemed very cloudy, or rather, as dark and deep as a black hole, distorting the air around her pupils.

"I just want to know what Masumi truly likes and dislikes. I hope to get closer to the image that Masumi has in her mind..."

"Because I don't want to hand Masumi over to anyone."

(End of this chapter)