Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 166, Section 7: "Once you do bad things, bad things will keep happening."

The day after Aeon Mall, Starry Night Cafe was open on the same day as usual.

Make coffee, chat with customers, and pass the time reading at the bar.

Masumi suddenly realized that it was precisely because life was mundane and uneventful that sometimes subtle differences could appear as huge changes, because once the "difference" was felt, feelings would waver.

"—Miyazawa-senpai, I'm going on a school trip next week, so I can't work here anymore."

A cheerful, lark-like female voice interrupted his sentimentality.

After closing time, Yuyuko changed out of her apron and came out of the lounge, speaking to Masumi.

"Okay, I understand. Be careful while you travel."

Masumi responded and casually asked, "Are we going to Yamanashi?"

"No."

Yuyuko shook her head, her voice trembling with excitement, "Miyazawa-senpai would never have imagined that we'd be going to Okinawa this time!"

It's Okinawa again.

"When did Xigao become so rich?"

The highest level of school trips for island nations' high schools involves going abroad, such as to Hawaii, the UK, or Australia.

Secondly, if you travel from Kanto to Kansai, you can visit Universal Studios Japan in Osaka; if you travel from Kansai to Kanto, you can visit Tokyo Disneyland.

Masumi and Yuyuko's high schools were among the lowest tier, and every year they went to "rural places" like Koshinetsu, either camping in the mountains or "off-campus learning" in factories.

"Hehe~ I don't know what happened, but I'm very happy."

Perhaps overjoyed, Yuyuko bounced around, her bright red twin tails swaying as if they had come to life.

"Goodbye, Miyazawa-senpai. I will work even harder after I return from my trip."

"Oh, goodbye."

The wind chimes rang, and the girl's figure disappeared from sight, leaving only Masumi on the first floor.

so quiet.

Speaking of which, it seems the girls are going to start practicing yoga today, so that's probably why.

Masumi brewed herself a cup of black tea and took some leftover cookies from the dessert counter. She carried the tray upstairs, intending to sip her tea while writing "The Hero Squad is Full of Demon King Army Spy".

This kind of life couldn't be more comfortable.

Although I've already decided to serialize a manga with Asami, I'll still continue writing the web novel as usual.

"Ah, Masumi-kun, how did you know I was a little thirsty? That's so thoughtful of you."

Suddenly hearing a familiar voice, Masumi stared intently and saw Mami lying on the bed, holding a controller.

"This is my own black tea, there's no tea for you."

"Oh, stingy."

Asami puffed out her snowy cheeks as if she were being difficult.

"By the way, why are you here?"

Masumi Asahi, dressed in yoga attire, is a homebody who lies on her bed playing video games.

"What else can we do? Play video games."

She stated it matter-of-factly, her gaze never leaving the screen while answering Masumi's question. Because her arms were pressed against her chest, it looked rather striking.

Her body sank into the soft mattress. Asami had a full, pear-shaped figure, and her plump buttocks were clearly visible under her tight yoga pants.

"Isn't it going too far to occupy someone else's bed to play games?"

"It's okay, isn't it? Masumi-kun's bed is huge. Last time, four girls slept in it," Mami said sarcastically.

"Ah! I made a mistake. The new katana feels really weird. It's like my feet are covered in grease, it's so slippery."

Asami complained, she raised her fair, bare feet and patted the bedding repeatedly.

“Even if the bed is big, if you lie in the middle, I won’t even have a place to sit,” Masumi sighed.

"Sigh, I just can't do anything with you, you stingy Masumi-kun."

Asami pressed the start button on the controller to pause the game, then sat up straight on the bed, her peach-like buttocks pressing against her ankles, the soft, plump flesh spreading out to the sides to make room.

"Is this okay?"

“I would be happier if you got out of bed.”

Masumi placed the tray aside and looked at Mami, who was engrossed in a fierce battle with the ferocious dragon and hadn't been listening to him at all, and asked.

"Didn't you want to practice yoga? You're giving up before you've even started?"

"How could that be? Didn't you see I changed into my yoga clothes? They fit perfectly, don't they?"

As she spoke, she even wiggled her body triumphantly, matching the dancing Palico on the monitor screen, her beautiful buttocks swaying with each movement.

"What are you doing? Is this some kind of tribal ritual?"

Masumi made a sarcastic remark with a blank expression.

"It means you have to praise me."

"Oh, it fits perfectly."

It actually looks a bit tight, but if I said it out loud, this guy would definitely be unhappy. Masumi has finally learned what a white lie is.

However, Mami wasn't too happy to hear that. "I was talking about the game controls! The katana, isn't it cool?"

Sigh, I tried to flatter the wrong person.

"Very handsome."

Actually, he hadn't been paying attention to the game screen at all.

Mami nodded with a satisfied look on her face. "Right, right? Masumi-kun, buy one too, so we can play online together. You can just be my second Palico."

Although she had never played the game, Masumi felt slighted.

"No thanks, the price of this game is almost as much as the cost of my computer."

"Hey—don't be such a spoilsport."

“Anyway, Masumi-kun is a completely different person now, so why don’t we just get him a top-of-the-line computer?” Mami suggested.

"Why are you talking as if I suddenly became rich overnight?"

"Isn't that right? Rinne told me that the coffee shop's accounts are looking great lately. Once the manga is released as an e-volume, Masumi-kun and I will get royalties again. Wow, things are looking up, and the future looks bright."

Hearing her say that, it seems to be true. Sure enough, after leaving the band, she has become quite financially secure.

"--Roar!"

Suddenly, the monster's roar rang out, pulling Masumi back to reality.

Before her, Mami swiftly manipulated the handle, the blade slicing through most of the dragon's tail from bottom to top, sending waves of blood swirling through the air.

This move is called Iaijutsu, right? It's really cool.

The dragon in the picture let out a mournful cry and crashed to the ground. Mami switched to the backpack interface and made Masumi focus her gaze on the back of the woman sitting there.

Her fair skin peeked out from the waistband of her low-waisted yoga pants, revealing glimpses of purple lace.

Glancing at the triangular fabric marks revealed by the tight fabric, Masumi easily guessed what it was.

Purple, transparent, breathable, and lightweight, its weight is held together by only two thin straps.

Remaining silent, Masumi noticed that Mami suddenly swayed from side to side.

"What are you doing?"

My butt is numb from sitting.

As Mami said this with embarrassment, her movements suddenly froze as she wiggled her hips.

A strong sense of unease washed over her, and she was certain that if she continued moving like this, something bad would definitely happen.

Her plump, round toes curled up tightly as if stimulated, turning a faint blush.

(Hmm~ That's strange, I specifically chose a slightly smaller size so I could wear it after I lose weight.)
This outfit is indeed very tight all over, especially around the buttocks, which is quite noticeable.

Sensing that something was off with her, Masumi instinctively asked:
"What's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing! Masumi-kun, stop staring at me like that. You still have a novel to write, so just focus on your writing!"

Strange? She seems so angry and embarrassed that she can't even stand up to reason.

"Forget it, it's up to you."

Move the folding table from the corner of the room to the bed, along with the laptop, black tea, and snacks.

Masumi took a sip of black tea. After being delayed for so long, it had become lukewarm. He simply tilted his head back and gulped it all down.

Setting down the glass, Mami sat upright as if attending a funeral or tea party, her full and pert buttocks resting on her ankles, completely still.

After casually writing a short paragraph, Masumi looked up, saw that Asami was still the same as before, and couldn't help but ask:
"Hey, are you alright? I've seen you sitting like that for a while now?"

If an ordinary person sat for that long, their legs and feet would have gone numb and become unbearable long ago, right?

"Something happened."

This time, Mami finally stopped pretending to be strong.

"My body is so numb, I can't move at all."

She raised her face, looking directly at Masumi with teary eyes, and said pitifully.

"Masumi-kun, please help me."

"Sure, but how can I help you?"

“Grab my arm and pull me up.”

"it is good--"

"—Stop! Stop! Stop it! It hurts!"

Asami rubbed the area where her shoulder and upper arm met, her brows furrowing deeply.

"The places where there is consciousness are indeed different."

"What should I do?"

Masumi gave a look that suggested it was too much trouble.

"Hmm... that's the only way... I guess..."

"What's that like?"

“Hold me up… let me pull my foot out…”

While awkwardly poking her cheek with her finger, Mami pouted and said, "Masumi-kun got a good deal."

Because of the frequent occurrence of romantic comedy-like scenes, Masumi's expression turned strange.

"You didn't do it on purpose, did you?"

"Masumi-kun, why do you make me sound like a scheming, infatuated woman!"

Mami protested loudly, then turned her face away, looking embarrassed, and said, "Really, I'm also very shy."

Masumi sighed helplessly, "Alright, alright, never mind."

He then knelt on the bed, his vision filled with Mami's figure, which resembled a ripe, tender pear.

A long, broad hand touched Mami's skin—

"babble!"

Her voice trembled slightly, and her peach-like buttocks quivered as well.

"Weren't you numb?"

"If I don't feel anything at all, I shouldn't be asking Masumi-kun for help, but rather I should be calling an ambulance."

"Too."

Masumi responded and slowly pried open the gap between her buttocks and ankles, lifting her body with her palms.

It's soft and fluffy, like a hot water bottle.

This is the first feeling of resting your hand on it.

It lacks a sense of reality, giving the impression of being plump and soft.

Mami gritted her teeth and laboriously moved her numb feet away, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew~ I'm saved. Now all I have to do is wait for the blood to flow back." The fair-skinned Ms. Mami gradually turned rosy.

"Masumi-kun, when are you going to put your hand there?"

"I was just about to say, how long are you going to sit here?"

He was pinned down by her weight and couldn't free his hand at all.

"Ugh! Wait a minute, it seems to be almost recovered."

Asami's cheeks flushed red to an unbelievable degree, and despite her weak and limp legs, she hurriedly stood up.

next moment--

"careful!"

She swayed and fell backward onto the bed, knocking over the folding table and causing Masumi, who rushed to her aid, to also fall victim to the accident.

Chaos broke out, and everything was in a mess.

"Are you alright, Masumi-kun?"

Mami looked up at his face with trepidation.

Do I look like I'm alright?

Remove the plate covering her head and ask in return, her face expressionless.

Mami burst out laughing.

"Masumi-kun's face is covered in cookie crumbs."

"You're the same, your butt is covered in it too."

"Huh?" Mami turned around and looked at her buttocks. "Where?"

"Do you want me to swat it off for you?"

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, Masumi-kun."

Mami nodded without showing any shyness.

"Don't you have any self-respect at all?"

"Don't be so polite, Masumi-kun." A mischievous smile appeared on her lips.

"Nobody's going to be polite with you."

"That's so dishonest. Am I supposed to say 'please' or 'I beg you'?"

“Neither.”

"So that's 'Please, please'? Eh, Masumi-kun is really wicked. He seems like a decent person, but when he's with girls, his words are like oil on his lips, so cunning."

Asami grinned wickedly, panting excitedly as she said, "So, criticizing others can be addictive, huh?"

"I'm going to return those words to you verbatim."

Masumi pressed her temples in exasperation. "Speaking of which, aren't you my fan? Aren't you showing a lack of respect for your idol?"

"No! No!"

Mami shook her finger.

"Masumi-kun and I have long since stopped being fan and idol! If news of 'the lead singer of a popular rock band inviting a female fan to his room for all sorts of things' were published in Weekly Bunshun, what kind of impact do you think that would have?"

"It has no impact on the musicians in rock bands."

Mami instantly showed a deflated expression and nodded.

"Yeah, for rock musicians, this kind of thing is just a regular occurrence."

"Well, not all rock musicians are bad people."

As a former band member, Masumi feels she still needs a sense of responsibility to "break down the public's stereotypes about band members".

"Wow, playing rock music is really convenient. I wonder if Masumi-kun started a band with this in mind?"

Mami sat on the bed in a duck-like position, looking at Masumi with a dissatisfied expression.

"Who would join a band for something so superficial?"

"Then why does Masumi-kun want to join a band?"

"Didn't I make myself very clear to you when we first met?" Masumi asked. "Have you forgotten?"

"how come!"

Mami immediately bristled like a cat, indignantly saying, "That was my precious first time with Masumi-kun! It's absolutely outrageous for Masumi-kun to say something like that!"

"Sorry, I made a mistake."

Masumi instinctively apologized.

"However, please don't omit the necessary object."

"What can you do? Island people either go through the trouble of saying a lot of repetitive phrases, or they use 'oh-hi' to replace 100 common phrases in their daily lives."

"I'm sorry to be born a citizen of an island nation," Mami sighed softly.

It seems she has been reading and excerpting books very thoroughly lately, but arbitrarily altering the original sentences of literary masters is simply superfluous.

"Be careful, Dazai Osamu might crawl out of the Tamagawa River."

"He'll be surrounded by Tokyo's dream girls the day he climbs out, so it's okay."

Mami confidently tossed her bangs aside, her expression arrogant.

Masumi sighed, "I really should teach you a lesson and teach you to get rid of your flirtatious habit."

"Oh? Isn't Masumi-kun the same way? He always just talks tough to scare me, but he doesn't dare to lay a hand on me, does he?"

A provocative smile curved Mami's lips, and she swayed triumphantly.

Just as she was swaying her hips, the familiar, strange sensation returned, causing her to stop moving abruptly.

Oops, I got a little carried away and got too cocky.

"Is there a problem with your network loading today? Your movements are lagging." Masumi wondered.

“Masumi-kun is the one with the problem.”

Unhappily, Mami rested her chin on her hand and said melancholically, "Why aren't Mio and Rinne here yet? I can't hold on much longer."

"Wait! You're going to practice yoga in my room?"

"What? No?"

"Of course not."

Masumi shook his head. What a joke! Four stunning beauties practicing yoga in front of him? How could he possibly continue writing his novel? He had no intention of carrying the title of "most depressing web novel author" for the rest of his life.

"Get out of my bed now," he ordered.

"Why are you so heartless?"

Asami rested her chin on her hand, looking like a lazy cat.

Masumi snatched the controller from the bed. "If you don't leave, I'll delete all your game saves."

This was obviously meant to scare people, but to make it more convincing, he deliberately put on a stern face and said it expressionlessly.

The effectiveness of this threatening tactic was astonishing.

"Are you kidding me?! This is a save file I created after staying up all night!"

Mami was so nervous that her tongue trembled and she started to stutter.

"You don't want your save file to be deleted, do you? Then just leave my room quietly—"

"Give it back to me, Masumi-kun!"

Like a wildcat poised to pounce, her back sculpted a beautiful curve under the fluorescent lights.

As she lunged forward, Mami suddenly felt a tearing sound, like fabric ripping, coming from her buttocks.

"babble--!!!!"

◇

Two minutes later, a silence so profound it was almost unsettling.

"...Mami, are you alright?"

"..."

In the room on the third floor, Masumi asked Asami, who was slumped on the edge of the bed, with trepidation.

But there was no response.

Mami lowered her head, hiding her face, her hair falling to either side of her face, and rested her elbows on her knees, remaining silent.

Masumi looked at her somewhat bewildered. After a long while, Mami finally slowly released the hand she had used to cover her face, staring blankly at her legs.

Her thighs were plump and fleshy, her calves were straight and slender, and the fluorescent light shone on her fair skin.

"Huh? Where are my yoga pants?"

"I moved a little too much just now... and the string came undone," Masumi carefully chose her words, trying to be as tactful as possible.

He glanced at the yoga pants he had taken off and placed beside him. Incidentally, Masumi had perfectly guessed Asami's style; he didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"That's it."

Asami's eyelids trembled slightly as she looked at the ground, and she silently bit her lip.

(I feel so defeated... Is this the punishment for wanting to sneak away?)
"Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to, and I didn't intend to delete your save file."

Masumi hurriedly explained, and finally said sincerely, "Anyway, I will buy you a new one online."

"It's okay." Mami sighed weakly.

"After all, it wasn't Masumi-kun's fault; it was all my own fault."

It's rare to see someone so understanding.

Seeing her pitiful profile, Masumi felt a pang of sympathy and a sense of compassion welled up within her.

"Let's rest well today, we can talk about yoga another time..."

"That's right! Yoga!"

Mami's eyes widened suddenly, and she said in a panic, "Miss Mio could come at any time. If she sees me like this, I'm doomed..."

As the saying goes, when it rains, it pours.

Knock knock—a knocking sound came from the door.

"Excuse me, Masumi."

Rinne's voice came from outside the door.

"And, Mami-nee, are you inside?"

The two of them simultaneously looked at the door as if they had sprung up, and in an instant, they thought about what to do.

"What should we do, Masumi-kun?"

"What do you mean, what should we do?" Masumi tilted her head, looking puzzled.

"Are you kidding me, Masumi-kun?!"

Asami crossed her fair and alluring legs and kicked him without any hesitation.

"You must have been warned by Chia and the others about Mio's recent strange behavior."

"Yes, it was mentioned."

Masumi suddenly realized what was happening. Normally, she could explain it away, but considering how sensitive Kurokawa Mio was yesterday, what if she caught her with Mami wearing only her underwear...

"So, think of a solution quickly, Masumi-kun," she said urgently.

"But even if you say that—"

"Wait, something doesn't smell right inside."

"What smell?"

"The scent of a cat that steals fish."

Accompanied by Kurokawa Mio's icy voice, the door was opened from the outside—

(End of this chapter)