Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 177, Section 18: "A Glimpse of My Miyako Island Trip - On the Plane"

On a Sunday in October, I woke up to a somewhat hazy blue sky.

The five people from the coffee shop set off from the shop, agreeing to meet Chiai, who was coming from home, at Kobe Airport on the artificial island.

"Asami, so slow."

Masumi knocked on the door, and Mami's languid voice came from behind it.

"Wait a minute, Masumi-kun, I'm painting my nails."

"Huh? Do you have long nails?"

In my memory, Mami has always had short nails, since long nails are a hindrance whether drawing comics or making desserts.

"It's my toenail. Do you want me to paint it?"

"Apply it yourself."

Even though there was a wall between them, Masumi could imagine the mischievous smile on her face at that moment.

A moment later, Ms. Asami, dressed in a pure white high-necked dress, opened the door and made a dazzling entrance.

"Qiang Qiang!"

She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, her meticulously styled glossy black hair cascading over her delicate shoulders, and her pure white dress exuded femininity.

Doesn't it feel like a vacation?

"Oh, is this the skirt you wore when you went hiking in Tajima?"

"Masumi-kun actually remembers." Her long eyelashes narrowed slightly.

"I miscalculated last time I wore that outfit to go hiking, but this time we're going to an island, so I think it should be fine."

Masumi nodded. "Probably."

"Speaking of which, Masumi-kun's outfit also has a very southern island feel to it."

Mami looked him up and down. Masumi was wearing a shirt with hibiscus flowers printed on it, and the arm that peeked out from the sleeve showed a smooth muscle line.

"Isn't it a bit too flashy?"

This outfit was picked out for him by Qian'ai when we went to AEON Mall last time.

Thanks to her, Masumi's wardrobe finally has some color options besides black, white, gray, brown, and olive.

"No, no, it suits Masumi-kun perfectly, it gives off a playboy vibe," Mami said with a smile.

"That doesn't sound like a compliment."

"Don't worry about such a small thing. Let's go downstairs and not keep Rinne and the others waiting."

"Ah."

As we went downstairs, we saw three girls already dressed and ready to go. Rinne was chatting with Mirai, seemingly giving the girl some instructions.

"Masumi~ Good morning."

Kurokawa Mio called Masumi's name affectionately.

Her blonde hair fluttered gently, and her burgundy fishtail dress clung to her body, accentuating her slender waist.

As she walks towards Masumi, her legs lift up her skirt, leading people to guess that they are a pair of straight, slender, and beautiful legs.

Below the long skirt were a pair of black low-heeled sandals, their footsteps making a crisp sound on the ground.

"Good morning, Mio looks even fairer than usual," Masumi said as she approached.

"Eh~ Masumi is talking about this?"

She blinked slightly in surprise and explained, "It's because I applied sunscreen. The ultraviolet rays in Miyako Island are stronger than in Kansai, so we have to take precautions."

"so."

"Ah."

Kurokawa Mio squinted and looked up at Masumi. "Masumi hasn't put on sunscreen yet, has she? How about I put it on for you? Right now."

"No need, I'm actually looking for a healthy tan." Masumi politely declined.

"A tan and a sunburn are two different things. A tan is caused by UVA rays in ultraviolet light, while UVB rays are the main culprits of sunburn and skin aging."

Kurokawa Mio said, still unwilling to give up, when Rinne, who was standing next to her, ended the conversation and looked over with a calm gaze.

"It's getting late, we should leave."

"it is good."

Masumi responded as if she had been rescued, her gaze settling on the suitcase the girl was dragging, which she remembered she hadn't originally planned to bring.

"Rinne has so much luggage, are you looking forward to this trip?"

"It's not that I was particularly looking forward to it, it's just that I felt there were so many things to prepare, and before I knew it, I had brought a whole bunch of stuff..."

Halfway through her speech, the heiress slowly turned her face away, and Masumi caught a glimpse of her black hair, which had been tucked behind her ear, slipping down to her shoulder.

"...Okay, I am somewhat looking forward to it."

Rinne said softly. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with all the buttons fastened neatly, and dark blue skinny jeans.

Although her outfit was very simple, it somehow gave her a sophisticated look thanks to her beautiful figure.

"Being well-prepared is a good thing."

As soon as she said that, Masumi's arm was grabbed by Kurokawa Mio, and on the other side, Mami also reached out and grabbed Mirai's shoulder.

"Ms. Mami?"

Future tilted its head in confusion.

"While we're at Miyako Island, we'll have to leave the shop to Mirai for now."

"Oh, yeah."

The girl snapped out of her shock and said earnestly, "Don't worry, everyone, I will protect this coffee shop."

"Mmm." Mami smiled broadly.

Have a safe journey, everyone.

The band members waved gently, and the sound of wind chimes accompanied them on their way.

After saying goodbye to the future, the five people took a tram to the airport.

"I've kept Chiai waiting."

Kobe Airport is not as busy as Kansai Airport, but it still has a fair number of passengers on weekends.

Among the crowd, one could vaguely see well-dressed men and women, and in the bustling flow of people, the figure of the childhood sweetheart was equally conspicuous.

"It's nothing, it's more like I arrived too early."

Chiai seemed completely unconcerned, her body trembling slightly like that of a primary school student about to go on a field trip, the bright color of her earring flashing briefly through the gaps in her fluttering hair.

"By the way, Chia Ai looks so fashionable today."

Asami quickly closed the distance between them and praised her frankly.

The girl, dressed in a light blue dress with a thin cardigan over it and platform sandals, looked quite mature.

"Asami-nee, you're dressed like an idol from the Showa era, and everyone else is so beautiful."

"Haiyue's outfit is so cute! Is it new?"

The jellyfish girl's outfit is a light blue shawl with prints of waves, bougainvillea, and hibiscus, paired with shorts and white pantyhose.

"Um...it was bought on...temu..."

“I see. Things on Temu are cheaper than in stores, so I often buy from them.” Qian Ai nodded with a smile.

"Speaking of which, the pattern on this French shawl is quite well-designed."

In island nations, girls tend to huddle together and then fall into a mode of repeating "cute" to each other. Masumi is used to this, and he also agrees that the girls are cute.

Such a stunning and unbeatable lineup of women makes it look like a celebrity photoshoot.

Looking at the lineup of girls after they gathered, Masumi thought to herself.

He wasn't the only one who thought so. If you listened carefully, you could hear voices coming from all around, such as, "Is that an artist filming on location?" "An idol group?" "The manager is a handsome guy too."

"It's about time we set off," he reminded the girls who were chatting.

"Ah."

"Let's go! Let's go!" Mami took a step forward.

Destination: Miyako Island.

To be honest, this was Masumi's first time at the airport.

If you are traveling on Honshu Island, there is no need to take a plane.

"I see, so this is Masumi's first time." Kurokawa Mio smiled gently. "Then you can leave everything to me."

"I will give Masumi a good experience."

She placed her hand on her chest and said that she had originally intended to hold Masumi's hand and place it on top of hers, but the latter avoided it as if she had anticipated it.

"Don't use such ambiguous language." Chiai poked her head out from between the two of them. "Masumi-nii, I've even taken transoceanic flights from Japan to Peru several times."

"Thank you, but flying shouldn't be something that requires special training, right?"

“That’s right.” Kurokawa Mio said dismissively, “What’s so great about it? I’ve flown from Tokyo to Europe too.”

"Don't you know, Mio-neechan? Peru is half the distance from the island nation compared to London."

Qian Ai smiled smugly, "In terms of mileage, I'm still slightly ahead."

"That's the airline's problem," Kurokawa Mio sneered. "It would be much shorter to fly directly across the Pacific, but instead they cross Asia, Africa, and the Atlantic. It's a pointless and roundabout way to go." Chiai shook her finger. "Not everything is better when it's straightforward. That's what Mio-neechan doesn't understand—Goo-hoo!"

"I'm three years older than you, so I'm Chia's senior. You should show respect to your senior."

Suddenly, Kurokawa Mio cupped Chiai's cheeks in her hands, making a "smack" sound in the air, and then, as if kneading dough, she rounded and flattened the girl's cheeks.

"Waaaaah! Masumi-nii, save me! I'm being bullied by that awful, beautiful senior!"

"You two," Masumi sighed, looking at the noisy pair. "It's time to board. Go check your luggage first."

Kurokawa Mio gently released her face.

Qian Ai rubbed her flushed cheeks and muttered softly, "In love, there is no distinction between seniors and juniors, only between boys and girls."

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Upon boarding the plane, Masumi's seat was to her left by Chiai and to her right by Kurokawa Mio.

Despite the fairly spacious seating area, the two girls seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally moving closer to the center, making him feel like he was surrounded by a clingy medium-sized dog and a dependent baby bird.

The other three girls sat in the three-person row in front of them.

The cabin gradually became very noisy.

I heard that the seats near the wings of the plane are noisy, so Masumi deliberately avoided them when choosing her seat. But even so, the roar of the engines all around her was still impossible to ignore.

"The sound is much louder than the Shinkansen."

“After all, it’s in the sky,” Qian’ai said matter-of-factly. “Something this heavy has to work twice as hard to fly.”

"On the contrary, birds can fly easily in the sky because they give up something and make their bones hollow."

"Oh my, Chiai's words sound quite philosophical," Kurokawa Mio said with a teasing smile.

"Huh? Am I really that good?"

Chiai cupped her face in her hands, blushing shyly as if she thought she was being praised.

"That's true."

Masumi gently traced the texture of the seatbelt with his fingers. The scenery outside began to pass by, and the plane moved forward along the runway. The strong push-back sensation made his back press hard against the seat back.

At the same time, the body tilts at an angle relative to the cabin.

The plane climbed upwards and took off.

"Wow, it really flew!"

Mami's loud shouting came from in front of me.

"Sister Mami, please don't react so pathetically."

The body is that of an adult, the mind that of a child. Mami's reaction was exactly as Masumi had expected.

No, children are much simpler than her; this girl is just a simple-minded, silly beauty.

"Are you nervous, Masumi-nii?" Chiai asked, tilting her head.

"Fortunately."

So there is a little bit?

"Ah."

Masumi nodded honestly, realizing that her body was floating in mid-air, and she was indeed a little uneasy.

However, rather than feeling uneasy, it would be more accurate to describe it as a mixture of tension and joy.

Realizing that I was flying in the sky, watching Kobe City shrink and shrink, I felt incredible.

Chiai, oblivious to the complex emotions swirling within Masumi's heart, continued talking to herself.

“I understand. The first time I flew as a child, it was from Peru to an island nation. My palms were sweaty, and I held my mother’s hand tightly and wouldn’t let go.”

On her right, Kurokawa Mio's hand had already silently reached up, cupped Masumi's arm in her palm, and placed it on her thigh.

The soft, moist touch made Masumi's hand twitch. In her glance, she saw the hem of the fishtail skirt flip up, revealing her fair, smooth skin.

Kurokawa Mio seemed to be enjoying holding hands with Masumi quite a bit, a slight smile playing on her lips as she spoke softly.

"Holding hands makes me feel a little more at ease."

No, I'm not at all at ease; the soft touch makes my heart race even higher.

"Wait! Masumi-nii, Mio-neechan, what are you doing!"

Qian Ai blushed and shouted loudly.

"Qian'ai, it's very impolite to make loud noises on the plane."

"Is it okay to secretly hold Masumi-nii's hand?"

"of course."

With a nonchalant expression, Kurokawa Mio raised Masumi's hand, a slight, provocative smile playing on her lips.

"In that case, I want one too."

Chiai puffed out her cheeks as if she were being stubborn, determined to go all out, and reached out to shake hands with Masumi, their fingers intertwined.

Kurokawa Mio's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, but in the end she said nothing.

I heard an announcement that the plane had entered a stable flight state.

After the initial excitement of takeoff, Masumi had already calmed down.

Perhaps because they left home particularly early today, Mami and Haiyue, who were sitting in front, were leaning back in their chairs and sleeping soundly and peacefully.

Masumi listened intently to their soft breathing, and even she herself felt a little sleepy.

The two girls holding his hands showed no sign of letting go; their interlocked palms were so hot they seemed to be burning. It is said that body temperature can induce sleepiness.

The flight from Kobe to Miyako Island takes a little over three hours. Are they planning to hold hands forever?
In this situation, Masumi suddenly became a little worried about her sweaty hands.

With these nonsensical and strange thoughts swirling in his mind, he couldn't resist the drowsiness and accidentally dozed off.

◇

"Wake up, Masumi-nii."

After an unknown amount of time, Masumi was shaken awake from her sleep by her shoulders. She opened her eyes groggily and checked the current situation.

Chiai and Kurokawa Mio stared at him from the left and right, while Mami, Kaizuki, and Rinne peeked out from behind the chair in front of them.

Masumi was startled by the atmosphere, which was like a vigil, and immediately came to her senses.

"This is what you are doing?"

"Masumi-kun, you were sleeping so soundly. You should thank us for waking you up in time, otherwise you would have suffered from a stiff neck," Mami said teasingly.

"Hey, was my sleeping posture really that bad?"

"Masumi, see for yourself."

Kurokawa Mio handed over her phone. It's worth mentioning that she showed Masumi not photos from her album, but a newly released phone wallpaper.

It was me sleeping with my head leaning back in the chair. For some reason, my neck was crooked and twisted. As Mami said, the risk of getting a stiff neck was quite high.

In addition, his expression was quite relaxed and he was completely unguarded; thankfully, he didn't drool.

"Don't set my sleeping face as your screensaver," Masumi protested softly.

"What does it matter? It's cute."

Kurokawa Mio burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Masumi sighed helplessly, "Thank you all for waking me up in time."

“Waking up Masumi-nii was just a side effect.” Sitting on the left side by the window, Chiai pointed out the window.

"Look, Masumi-nii, we've arrived in Okinawa!"

"Wow, that's really fast."

“Yeah, airplanes are really fast,” Mami agreed.

"The airplane windows are so small, I probably can't see very well from Masumi-san's position, right? Move a little closer."

"Oh."

Masumi obediently leaned closer, and in the cramped cabin space, the two of them inevitably got very close, almost able to breathe in the fragrance of the air together with Omega.

"Um! Masaki-nii."

Qian'ai's ears were tinged with a faint blush. She blinked repeatedly to hide her shyness. Her eyelashes, lengthened by mascara, fluttered up and down, casting a soft shadow that carried a mature air.

"I also want to see."

At this moment, Kurokawa Mio interrupted, suddenly pouncing on Masumi, her fragrant body wrapped in a red dress pressed against her back.

"Wait! Mio."

"Goo-hoo! Masumi-nii, Mio-neechan!"

The two of them let out a strange cry that sounded like a frog being flattened, and Masumi was almost pressed against the glass window.

What comes into view is the sea shimmering in the sunlight.

The islands, the size of black dots, resemble mottled stains on a window.

As the plane drew closer to the small southern island, the world shrouded in grime gradually unfolded before Masumi.

We've arrived at Miyako Island.

(End of this chapter)