Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 167, Section 8: "Have you all heard the story of Emperor Taizong carrying a hawk?"

At the same time as the door opened, Kurokawa Mio, Rinne, and Kaigetsu appeared before them.

"Ms. Asami, what are you wearing—" "I'm sorry, Ms. Mio, please let me explain—!" What did you and Masumi do—!"

Great, the classic romantic comedy trope of "the two people being intimate being caught by a third party" did not occur.

Instead, another classic emerged – “keeping a mistress in a golden house”.

Masumi feigned composure and looked at the three women, asking, "Why are you all here?"

At the same time, he glanced around the room warily and fearfully, thinking, "This guy should close the wardrobe door even tighter."

Yoga.

Rinne replied succinctly, holding a roll of yoga mat in her hands.

"Where's Mami-san?"

"I don't know, isn't she in her room?" Masumi feigned ignorance.

"She wasn't in the room; I thought she was with you."

"Oh, maybe he felt he was too fat, so he went out for a run to warm up."

——Clang!
"what sound?"

Rinne tilted her head in confusion, revealing her snow-white skin that stretched along her beautifully shaped neck to her collar.

Mount Rokko in Kobe doesn't have such a majestic altitude and deep valleys, so it's probably Mount Haruna in Gunma Prefecture.

"Uh, it must be a sound from the game. I was playing a game just now."

The monitor screen is displaying game footage.

"Yeah."

Seemingly convinced by his words, Rinne nodded slightly, revealing a glimpse of her fair skin.

Masumi blinked. Baristas need to weigh coffee powder and water precisely to the gram, so they are very sensitive to changes in the amount.

It used to be a large size at Starbucks, but now it seems to be almost a venti size.

What's going on? Is there a subtle positive correlation between the heiress's bust size and the coffee shop's revenue growth?
"When did Masumi start liking video games?"

Kurokawa Mio walked into the room and asked, seemingly casually.

"Because Mami left the game console here, thinking she'd kill some time, she just played around with it."

“Eh—I see.”

Despite not seeing anyone, Kurokawa Mio remained suspicious, filling the gaps between the beginning and end of her sentences with long vowels, making her words seem profound.

"Haiyue, close the door."

She turned back and gave orders to the jellyfish girl.

"Oh."

Haiyue nodded and slowly closed the door.

"What is this for?"

"It's just a normal door closing, why does Masumi seem so nervous?" Kurokawa Mio squinted. "She's even sweating."

"Eh? Is there any?"

Masumi subconsciously touched her temple; where was the sweat? Kurokawa Mio smiled radiantly.

"I was just kidding. Masumi fell for it so easily. How cute."

I was terrified. In the end, I hadn't done anything wrong, had I?
Startled by Mami, he also became nervous, but if he were to reveal Mami's existence in the closet now, the "evidence" of "keeping a mistress in a golden house" would be irrefutable.

Chikuwa Daimyojin, please let time turn back.

As Masumi made unrealistic prayers in her mind, Kurokawa Mio's small nostrils twitched, and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"What is the taste?"

"Hmm? Does the room smell? Maybe we should open the window and let it air out."

Out of caution, Masumi sprayed some deodorant into the air, so Kurokawa probably wouldn't notice... probably.

"No need," she shook her head. "It really doesn't taste like anything."

It was indeed a test.

Despite this, feeling guilty, Masumi still opened the window; his cheeks were a little hot, and he needed some ventilation to cool off.

A meaningful voice came from behind.

"Oh my, Masumi, there's a really long hair on your bed."

Masumi immediately tensed up, but her expression remained calm as she slowly turned around.

"No way, I just changed my sheets yesterday."

A sharp, scrutinizing gaze swept over him, as if trying to discern something from his expression.

"Sorry, I misread it."

A bright smile appeared on Kurokawa Mio's face as she sat down on Masumi's bed without any hesitation, her honey-gold hair spreading out vividly on the sheets before lying down.

"Ah~ Masumi's bed is so soft, and so are her pillows."

She hugged the pillow tightly, inhaled deeply, and let out a satisfied groan, "Masumi's scent~"

"Mio, please don't act like a crazy woman." Rinne sighed softly, rubbing her forehead.

"Weren't you going to practice yoga? Then don't waste any more time."

Would you like to practice yoga in my room?

"You didn't know?" Rinne's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Mami and Mio told me that they have already asked for your permission."

"At least I haven't agreed to this timeline yet."

"really."

She closed her eyes helplessly, paused, and then said, "If you mind..."

“Masumi definitely won’t refuse, right?” Kurokawa Mio interrupted Rinne.

"Na?"

The emphasized sentence ending is soft and gentle, seemingly possessing a tender yet irresistible power.

"..."

"I don't care," Masumi said with a resigned expression, though she wondered if Asami in the closet could hold up.

"That's great! I knew it. No matter what Masumi says, she'll accept it in the end."

Kurokawa Mio's lips curled into a high-spirited smile.

"Huh? Does this mean I'm being manipulated?"

“That’s right.” Kurokawa Mio smiled, her eyes crinkling. “Because Masumi is an islander who doesn’t say no.”

This statement is utterly illogical.

"Please skip the small talk. I need to check the accounts later, so let's not waste time now."

Rinne interjected at this moment, her gaze fixed on Kurokawa Mio, who was chatting and laughing with Masumi.

"Eh, Rinne is so eager to have her pride humiliated."

Kurokawa Mio puffed out her chest with confidence, while Masumi rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"Mio, you..."

"Ah~ you mean this?"

She placed her hands on her chest and twisted her body shyly.

"It must be for Masumi; it's trying its best to grow up."

"...Don't say things like that."

Can subjective will really change objective things?

"Mio, your tricks are so clumsy that they can only fool Masumi."

Huh? What do you mean by "so clumsy you could only fool me"? Do you think I'm that easy to fool?

"How much padding did you use? Do you want to remove it yourself, or should I help you?"

"I'd prefer Masumi to come."

Kurokawa Mio pouted unhappily.

After the little incident, Masumi gained a little more common sense.

After one member was absent, the yoga class officially began.

As an instructor, Kurokawa Mio's yoga attire was impeccable, highlighting her slender and toned waist, cute elongated navel, and the slightly cleaving shorts that accentuated her curves.

She put one hand on her hip, struck a model-like pose, and confidently asked, "Does it look good?"

"Wow, it looks great."

"Hehehe, this is great, I'm so happy!"

Masumi nodded, and Kurokawa Mio smiled from the bottom of her heart.

Her smile is so sweet and cute that you can't help but want to take a picture and upload it to Instagram. But after capturing that smiling face with your camera, you give up on uploading it because of your possessiveness and choose to enjoy her cuteness all to yourself.

Yes, that's how cute she is.

"Shouldn't the coach only be looking at the trainees?"

Rinne spoke up softly, prompting Masumi to focus her attention on her.

The girl tied her usually loose black hair into a single ponytail and wore a blue leotard, not the kind for school, but a style similar to that of a dance student, with her long legs encased in white stockings.

"Isn't this a gymnastics uniform?" Masumi asked, puzzled.

"The one you chose... I still feel it's a bit too revealing..."

The heiress stammered unusually, a faint blush creeping onto her ears.

"...I just wore a gymnastics uniform. I've seen dance students wear this kind of clothing, so it shouldn't make much difference."

The tight-fitting clothes made her pert buttocks stand out even more, and the thin white stockings were slightly sheer, revealing a glimpse of her fair and rosy skin.

Haiyue, standing next to her, was only wearing a loose white T-shirt that hung down past her hips and nearly to her knees, making her look nothing like someone who was there for a yoga class.

"Didn't Haiyue buy yoga clothes?"

"No."

The jellyfish girl silently shook her head, "Because I don't have the money... I can't buy it..."

"Huh? It's only the middle of the month. Where's your money? Did you spend it all on in-game purchases again?"

"That character...is very strong..."

"I don't understand mobile games," Masumi said helplessly. "But this kind of clothing isn't suitable for yoga, is it? It would restrict my movement."

"It's okay...I bought...this..."

As she spoke, Haiyue suddenly crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her T-shirt.

"...Sea Moon? Hey!"

Generally speaking, that's an action done when taking off clothes.

The skin tone gradually improves before your eyes, revealing fair and supple skin to the air.

Haiyue had worn a competitive swimsuit under her T-shirt beforehand.

This swimsuit made her look exceptionally alluring, even despicable. The dark blue fabric clung tightly to her skin, outlining her seductive curves, a feast for the eyes in Masumi's eyes.

"Tsk, wearing a swimsuit to do yoga, how did you even think of that?"

Kurokawa Mio sneered, uttering a short and clear word from her lips: "You lowly woman."

"Rinne...aren't we wearing the same thing?"

"They're not the same at all; hers is a gymnastics uniform."

Kurokawa Mio put her legs on the back of the chair, bent over slightly, and spoke while warming up.

"It's... exactly the same... except for the extra pair of pantyhose..."

Rinne's gymnastics outfit was also dark blue, and if it weren't for the white stockings, it would indeed look no different from Haiyue's competitive swimsuit.

Hearing her words, Kurokawa Mio was speechless for a moment, and sighed without arguing with Kaigetsu, "Say what you want, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

She unfolded her yoga mat and, whether intentionally or unintentionally, placed it next to the wardrobe.

Haiyue nodded knowingly, "My clothes are still the best..."

"Why?" Masumi asked instinctively.

"Going to the toilet... is such a hassle..."

The unexpected answer startled Kurokawa Mio slightly, who then gave a strange look and retorted:

"What a strange reason. Did you wet your pants?"

"..." The jellyfish girl was bloodless, her snow-white and translucent skin faintly tinged with a blush.

"No."

She turned her head away guiltily, looking in Masumi's direction, her gaze darting around nervously.

"I wasn't seriously asking you that question."

Kurokawa Mio didn't care at all. She stepped barefoot onto the yoga mat, and the next moment, a disdainful smile appeared on her face.

"Now I'll show you my perfect figure."

"Masumi, you'd better keep a close eye on me."

With her inner thigh muscles stretched, she straightened her fair and slender legs, pointed her toes, and lifted them little by little to the top of her head, easily achieving a beautiful standing split.

"How about it?" Kurokawa Mio confidently curled the corners of her lips.

"Hey, Mio's physical fitness is so poor, I didn't expect her to be so flexible," Rinne said casually.

Whether it was praise delivered by first criticizing and then praising, or sarcastic mockery, Kurokawa Mio interpreted it as the former.

"Can Rinne do it? Her bulky body is really too much of a burden."

Faced with such an obvious provocation, Masumi initially thought that the usually calm and composed heiress wouldn't fall for it—

"Of course it can be done."

Rinne nodded slightly, accepting the challenge.

"Oh? Being blinded by anger and making reckless and irrational decisions is not a virtue that a coffee shop heir should have."

"Of course I won't do the kind of thing where I'm putting on a show of wealth, like Mio did just now."

Rinne gestured for her to make way with her eyes, and her soft little feet, wrapped in white stockings, stepped onto the yoga mat.

"you sure?"

Kurokawa Mio tilted her head and asked, then couldn't help but say, "It's best not to push yourself. As a beginner, it would be troublesome if you strained your ligaments."

"Eh, I didn't expect Mio to be so considerate to me," Rinne said meaningfully.

"Don't say such disgusting things. I'm not doing this because I care about you."

After saying that, Kurokawa Mio turned her face away, avoiding the main point.

“If you get hurt, Masumi will definitely care about you, and that will take away his attention from me.”

"so."

Rinne nodded noncommittally, then suddenly turned to Masumi, "You, come here... help me..."

"Eh? Me?"

"hurry up."

She issued orders with the authority of a store manager.

"Oh."

Since they were in a superior-subordinate relationship at work, there was nothing that could be done. So Masumi walked over and stood next to her, asking, "How can I help you?"

“Hold my waist,” she said.

"Eh?"

No wonder you came to my room, so I'm a teaching aid?
Rinne stood with her back straight, toes touching the ground, and slowly raised her right leg to a horizontal position, maintaining the high leg raise posture, her slender waist supported by Masumi's broad arms.

Beside me, Kurokawa's piercing gaze hurt terribly.

"Don't push yourself too hard," Masumi advised.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything childish."

Her beautiful feet, encased in white stockings, were stretched out and tensed. In front of the light wood wardrobe, the black-haired girl's graceful figure, outlined by her dark blue leotard and white pantyhose, was fully displayed.

With her legs raised to the side, her long legs gradually opened, revealing the girl's smooth, delicate skin separated from Masumi only by a thin layer of white stockings.

The soft, elastic, and smooth silk fabric not only feels smooth to the touch, but also gives the illusion of continuously transferring heat to the palm of your hand.

"Slowly help me lift my leg up."

"Oh."

Masumi slowly lifted her right leg, which was held horizontally, and gradually raised her supple silk-clad foot to shoulder height, finally pointing it vertically upwards, keeping it in a straight line with her left leg.

Perhaps it was itchy, because whenever his fingers slid across Rinne's skin, she would wriggle her body and make a soft sound.

"Rinne".

"babble!"

She made a cute sound in a short moment.

"Don't touch me while calling my name."

With a cold, icy gaze, Rinne glared at him fiercely for some reason.

"Feel sorry."

Masumi didn't expect her to react so strongly.

"It's nothing." Rinne shook her head, regaining her composure. "What's wrong?"

"that……"

Masumi said a little embarrassedly, "Actually, it's nothing serious. I'm sorry to have startled you. I just wanted to say that some yarn came out of my leotard."

"Ok?"

Rinne tilted her head slightly in confusion, and then her cheeks instantly turned an unbelievable red.

"Now, put me down right now!"

"Hey, what's with the sudden change of topic?"

"hurry up!"

The heir, unusually, showed an embarrassed expression and spoke urgently.

Kurokawa Mio burst out laughing.

Masumi was still completely baffled by the fact that the two girls had understood each other so quickly.

"oh I got it."

In any case, he's just an emotionless teaching tool now; all he has to do is follow orders.

Just then, the wardrobe behind her suddenly opened slightly from the inside, and Masumi could faintly hear the sound of heavy breathing.

He glanced discreetly at Kurokawa, who had stopped laughing, and saw that he was about to turn towards him. He subconsciously grabbed Rinne's calf and pressed her silk-clad foot against the wardrobe.

"Guuuuu!"

The sound of someone hitting their forehead came from behind the wardrobe. Based on Rinne's experience of picking out a watermelon at the supermarket, it was a good start.

Sorry, Mami, could you please stay inside a little longer?

The cabinet door, which had been slightly ajar, was pushed back shut, and Masumi finally breathed a sigh of relief. The next moment, she saw the girl's delicate face, flushed with shyness.

"what you do!"

Rinne's cheeks flushed red as she gritted her teeth, releasing her emotions.

Leaning against the wardrobe, the heiress successfully completed her splits.

The leotard covering her slender figure was completely straightened, making her peach-like buttocks appear even more perky.

With Rinne standing on one leg, her balance was completely in Masumi's hands, which meant complete trust for a girl who never liked to rely on others.

But the boy in front of her betrayed her trust.

"Sorry, I think you're almost there..."

For the moment, she could only come up with such a clumsy excuse. Like a toddler letting go of a lifebuoy for the first time, Masumi stiffly loosened her fingers.

"Don't let go of my hand, or how am I supposed to get down?" Rinne said, embarrassed and annoyed.

"Uh, I'm sorry!"

"Speaking of which, you're very flexible. Did you study dance before?" He abruptly changed the subject.

"Ah."

Rinne's expression softened slightly, and her thick, long eyelashes blinked incessantly, as if brushing away the dust that covered up her past memories.

“When I was in elementary school, my mother was still alive. Besides Kagura dance, she would often teach me other dances.”

"Back then, my mother would support my waist like this."

When her deceased mother was mentioned, the heiress's tone became somewhat hoarse and low.

Oops, we've started talking about something we shouldn't be discussing. Masumi quickly changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, what was Rinne like when she was in elementary school?"

"Elementary school?"

Maintaining the splits, the girl's supple body seemed to be completely folded, her knees, revealing rosy skin through her white stockings, almost pressing against her shoulders.

"Hmm~ Looking at me now, it's hard to imagine that I was a quiet, withdrawn, and strange kid back then."

Well, it's easy to imagine.

Masumi pictured little Rinne wearing a yellow hat and a red backpack, her face expressionless just like now, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at? And it's disgusting."

"I'm sorry, I meant no harm."

Besides, it doesn't even deserve to be described as disgusting.

Masumi was about to say something more when a clearing of the throat suddenly rang out, reminding them that there were other people nearby.

"—Alright, alright!"

Kurokawa Mio interrupted them both harshly, then sighed listlessly:
"I think I know about Rinne's physical condition now."

Where is Haiyue?

She turned to look at the jellyfish girl.

"Hey!"

The perfect backbend, the curve of the body's bend is like that of the Kobe Bridge.

The three of them stared in astonishment at what they saw.

It's practically a mollusk, just like a jellyfish.

◇

That's all for today.

About 30 minutes passed, and the first day of yoga class ended with that sentence, leaving Masumi feeling uneasy.

Rinne sat on the yoga mat in a duck-like position, her tone somewhat worried.

"Where did Mami go? Could something have happened to her?"

"How could that be? She's probably hiding somewhere slacking off," Masumi said.

"Eh, Masumi seems to know a lot about Asami's current situation."

As if trying to see through his heart, Kurokawa Mio narrowed her long, beautiful eyes and stared straight at him.

"That's not true, it's just speculation."

"Yeah."

Rinne and Haizuki got up and left, while Kurokawa Mio was the last to stand up, her lips trembling as if she were murmuring something.

"...This level of punishment is probably enough."

"Ok?"

"fine."

Kurokawa Mio gently shook her head, a tender smile appearing on her lips.

"Good night, Masumi."

"Oh, good night."

The room door was gently closed.

After waiting for about a minute, Masumi sighed slowly in the room, which had become one (or two) people again, as if she was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

It felt like a huge weight had finally been lifted from my heart. Wait, what was the reason this weight was brought here again?

—Clang clang clang clang!
As if a zombie were about to leap out of its coffin, a series of dull thuds suddenly echoed from the wardrobe.

"Masumi-kun! Mio-san and the others have left, right? Let me out! It's so hot! So stuffy! I can't breathe!"

"Sorry, I'll let you out right away."

He dragged the sweaty, flushed-faced girl out of the closet.

Like the hawk of the Tang Dynasty emperor, Miss Mami was already looking like she was about to suffer from heatstroke and was on the verge of death.

(End of this chapter)