Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 189, Section 30: "From the Night and Thighs"

"Does your senior have something to say to me?" Masumi asked, puzzled.

"What? Masumi doesn't have any?"

I asked back, as if from ancient times, and gently patted the empty seat next to me.

Despite some objection to her actions, which resembled barking at a large dog, Masumi remained standing in place.

"I think it's okay to say it during the day."

After all that effort, Masumi was genuinely quite tired.

"Oh, so you were just lacking a bit of excitement." A mischievous smile played on her lips. "Well then, how about this—"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her T-shirt.

Masumi has seen this pose on Kaigetsu and Mami many times before.

"senior?!"

Masumi subconsciously raised her voice.

"Shh, if you're too loud, you'll wake up the other people upstairs."

As if from ancient times, I gently squinted my eyes, pressed my index finger to my lips, and made a "shh" gesture to keep quiet.

"Also, don't make a fuss, I'm wearing my swimsuit properly."

Masumi stared intently; the blue and white striped triangular fabric supported her full breasts, and the mature and beautiful charm of the older woman emanated an overwhelming presence from beneath the fabric.

For him, the stimulation was a little too much.

"Senior, is this underwear?"

"It's a swimsuit."

As I covered my mouth and laughed, my chest was naturally squeezed, which further emphasized the valley area.

"There was absolutely no chance to wear a swimsuit on Miyako Island, so this kind of experience was quite rare for me."

"Huh? Why?" Masumi asked, puzzled. "We're on an island."

“The UV rays in Okinawa are so strong that locals don’t wear swimsuits to the beach; they wear their regular clothes to go into the water,” she explained.

"I see."

Thinking back, when I participated in the light music club's beach training camp in Kobe, my senior also wore a black snorkeling suit when she went into the water, hiding her delicate skin inside.

Perhaps that's why, even though I'm a resident of Miyako Island, my skin is still quite fair, and I haven't fully immersed myself in the island's atmosphere and summer vibes.

"Wait a minute, even if big sister has a great figure, isn't staring at her for too long?" I teased in the same tone as the ancient Thousand Years.

The sarcastic tone made Masumi grimac in annoyance.

"That's not true at all. Besides, the living room is so dark, you can't see anything at all."

"Oh my, is she being coquettish?"

I smiled broadly as I spoke, turning on my phone's flashlight and placing it to the side, pointing it towards the ceiling. The pale light made her skin appear even whiter.

The senior's swimsuit outfit was really intimidating. Masumi walked over and sat down next to her. Her eyes fell on the pillow that was pressed under her buttocks, and she sighed and rubbed her forehead in frustration.

"Senior, please don't sit on my pillow."

"What, are you going to lie down?"

"Uh—uh!"

I pressed my palm against Masumi's head and pulled him toward me without saying a word.

"Be good, don't move."

Following her movement, Masumi rested her head directly on her thigh. Her senior's thighs were plump and fleshy, making her feel soft and secure when lying down.

Although his body temperature was a little cool, his cheeks began to warm up as if they were glued to a kotatsu table, as if he were enjoying the same comfort from her thighs.

"Senpai, please let me lie on the pillow." Masumi tried her best to resist this gentleness.

"You're lying on the pillow right now, there's just a medium in between," I said with a hint of sarcasm.

Frankly speaking, this posture is a bit bad; if you look up, you can see something harmful to your health.

Masumi simply turned her back to me, like a young woman, and buried her face in her thigh for the time being.

“I had a brief chat with your female confidantes earlier,” she suddenly said.

"Huh?" Masumi asked, surprised.

"with who?"

"Chiai, and that Miss Kamishiro."

Rinne? Hearing the unexpected name, Masumi was slightly taken aback. What event had brought the two of them together?
I, like a thousand-year-old ancient hero, stretched out my index finger and poked Masumi's cheek, speaking in a teasing tone.

"What? Are you jealous?"

I don't know how the senior interpreted this brief silence, but actually asked such a question.

"Why would I be jealous?"

Masumi sighed, her breath making her thighs tremble slightly. I, like a seasoned veteran, shrugged imperceptibly and said:

"Who knows? Masumi can be really awkward sometimes."

"Like when she first joined the Light Music Club, she saw me chatting with Kagurazaka and she was secretly sulking by herself. It was so cute."

“…That was so many years ago,” Masumi said helplessly.

That happened when he first joined the Light Music Club. Kagurazaka-senpai was the club's drummer. Because of his tall stature, short hair, and androgynous style, Masumi mistook him for a boy.

Driven by admiration for her senior, she came to a high school where she knew no one, trying to enter her world, only to discover that she had her own social circle (of female friends).

Watching the third-year members of the light music club (all girls) chatting happily about common topics such as "popular bands" and "weekend performances," I found it difficult to join in.

However, it turned out that he was just worrying unnecessarily. Both Kagurazaka-senpai and other senior members of the club took good care of him, the only new member.

After learning about Masumi's feelings, I, like my senior, took extra care of him for quite some time with almost doting affection.

That slight resentment also disappeared without anyone realizing it.

It happened so long ago, yet the memory is so vivid. It's incredible.

"What did you and Rinne talk about, senpai?" Masumi asked.

"Guess."

"Is this my business?"

"Wow, so narcissistic, a narcissistic maniac?"

I, like a thousand-year-old ancient man, feigned disbelief and said in a pretentious manner.

"senior."

"Haha, sorry, sorry, Masumi guessed perfectly."

My fingers, as ancient as a thousand years old, gently brushed against Masumi's hair. "Chiai and Ms. Kamishiro told me the reason you came to Miyako Island."

"Masumi seems to have no way to deal with that unattainable beauty from Kirito."

"You want to be my mentor?" Masumi asked.

"If it's possible. When Masumi makes a decision, she probably doesn't like to consult other people's opinions, right?"

I, like a thousand-year-old woman, remained noncommittal to his question. Her reaction was very mature, or rather, it was always like that.

Masumi believes that her senior has always known what he wants to do and what he wants to achieve since high school, so he has never wavered, and he still does now.

He took a deep breath and calmly replied:
"I'm worried that I'll be influenced by the thoughts of my seniors or Rinne and others, which will prevent me from making a judgment that truly follows my heart."

"Besides, it's not fair to Mio. She wants to hear a sincere answer from me."

"Really? So, what's your decision?"

I, like Kou Chitose, picked up where Masumi left off, revealing a meaningful smile.

"If I can't be a spiritual mentor, I think I'm qualified to be a listener."

She kept ruffling Masumi's hair, causing the latter to raise her face in dissatisfaction, the raised part between her skin and the fabric filling her vision.

Masumi, flustered, tried to look away, but a soft, fragrant hand suddenly reached out and pressed down on his head.

My eyes, which had been looking straight ahead like those of my predecessor, are now fixed on Masumi.

"When you speak, make sure you look your senior in the eye."

A mischievous smile crept across her lips. No, please don't make that face. I'd be really embarrassed, and it would be disastrous in every way.

"In this way, what I can see is not just eyes."

The sound that Masumi squeezed out of his throat was several times more pathetic than usual, and I, like Kochisuke, clearly enjoyed his reaction, laughing mischievously.

Judging from the degree of shaking, the probability of seeing something that shouldn't be exposed is very high.

Fortunately, the senior only laughed a few times before stopping, and Masumi finally relaxed, but the question that rang in her ears the next moment brought her back to reality.

"Masumi spends all her time with those beauties at the coffee shop, so she must have witnessed more erotic scenes than this, right?"

What are your thoughts about them?

"..."

Masumi was momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond, while I, like Kochisai, pressed on relentlessly.

"Listen to me, men who don't make their stance clear are really bad."

"Is that right?"

"That's right. The ambiguous period is a stage for both parties to explore each other's feelings. It would be too unbalanced if only the girl expressed her feelings. Masumi should also take action."

"And what about the senior?" he suddenly asked.

How do you, my senior, view me?

"What do you think of Masumi..." She narrowed her eyes and fell into deep thought before giving her answer.

"I guess I like it."

I, like an ancient hero, do not show any shyness; I speak with composure and grace.

Upon hearing her answer, Masumi's throat tightened, and she almost made a strange sound.

"Is it... the kind of affection a senior has for a junior?"

"Honestly, Masumi is always subconsciously avoiding things." I sighed with a headache, just like Kou Chitose, and then said seriously, word by word.

"There's no such thing as seniority or juniority in relationships, only men and women, right?"

“Men and women…” Masumi murmured.

"What, does it sound a bit incomplete?" I smiled gently, like a thousand-year-old woman.

“I didn’t think that way.” Masumi put on a defeated expression. “I was just thinking, so you also see yourself as a woman, huh?”

After all, she always seemed impeccable.

"What kind of talk is that?" she frowned in displeasure.

"Shouldn't Masumi take a good look at my womanhood?"

"senior--"

A warm palm stroked Masumi's right cheek, then forcefully turned his head upwards.

Masumi felt like a kitten or puppy curled up on her lap, being manipulated by her.

She shifted back to lying on her side, and all she could see was her beautiful senior's slender and toned waist. Her cute, elongated navel would rise and fall slightly as she spoke.

Thunder rumbled outside.

"Senior, you should protect your belly button when it thunders."

(Note: In Japanese folklore, the Thunder God likes to steal people's navels, essentially to remind children to keep warm.)
"Then, Masumi will protect me."

I grabbed his wrist like an ancient sage, and without saying a word, pressed my hand to my abdomen.

Masumi reflexively tried to pull her hand back, but her senior pressed it down firmly.

"Senior!?"

"Don't mention it. It was my fault for ignoring Masumi before." I smiled, my eyes narrowing. "There's a saying, 'When apologizing, you should show your belly,' right?"

"Don't worry, I will show my sincerity."

She spoke in a gentle voice, as if she were a zookeeper speaking to a protected animal.

I can't feel at ease at all.

Even if it's for the sake of an apology, going to this extent is still going too far.

"Or perhaps, is there another place Masumi wants to touch?"

Masumi sighed, her voice tinged with mixed emotions. "Senpai, is this really okay?"

"Didn't I say that my feelings for you are liking you? Then it's okay, right?"

Seeing Masumi's stiff expression, I, like a young lady, put away my teasing smile and changed my tone to a deep sigh.

"It's been two years. Although Masumi is still the same as before, she has matured a lot."

Although Masumi was concerned about the elaboration of his senior's description of "that kind of demeanor," he was even more interested in the latter part of the sentence, "maturity."

Are you referring to appearance or personality?

"My appearance hasn't changed much, but because I keep exercising and don't stay up late, my skin feels much better than before."

"My personality is still the same as always."

"What is that?" Masumi asked, puzzled.

"Body."

As expected, the senior's answer was still unconventional.

“Masumi used to find even a 4-kilogram LP guitar too heavy to put on her lap, but now she can easily carry a 40-50 kilogram girl on her lap, right?”

"Senior, please don't make fun of me."

I, like a sly old man, looked at Masumi, who had a flustered expression, and said, "Sorry, I couldn't help but tease Masumi when I saw her looking so down."

"However... I think I understand a little bit of what Masumi is thinking now."

As if thinking of something, my ancient, beautiful eyes narrowed into a thoughtful line, and I said with a smile.

"Let me guess, Masumi lacks the confidence to take on other people's lives, right?"

"……Um."

Masumi's response was as if she hadn't woken up yet, and it was mumbled and unclear.

He was really sleepy. It's said that body temperature can induce sleepiness, and of course, having his head on his senior's lap also prevented him from having the energy to think about such things.

But his vague answer and shifty eyes had already revealed the whole truth.

"It seems the band's disbandment really hit Masumi hard," I said, rubbing my temples like Chitose Kogoro.

"Maybe."

Masumi silently turned her head away, not looking at my senior Rugu, but staring straight at the ceiling.

"Or rather, they lack the confidence to see such a future."

"What's needed is small, gradual accumulation, not just words and promises, but also the careful accumulation of small, concrete facts, one by one. Only in this way can the two of them move forward step by step."

He used words from the same book to answer his senior.

"Thinking too much is not good; it's better to keep things simple."

After saying just that one sentence, I, Ru Gu Qian Sui, let the topic drop.

Her tone was quite gentle, her voice like a lullaby, and Masumi couldn't help but yawn.

"Tired?" I asked, as if from ancient times.

"Ah."

Masumi responded weakly, her consciousness and vision gradually becoming distant and blurry.

"Senior...you should go back to your room too."

"Don't worry about me, Masumi, go to sleep first. Good night."

I, like a thousand-year-old ancient hero, narrowed my eyes, gently stroking Masumi's back with my palm, my gaze so intimate and tender that it could melt ice and snow.

Unable to resist the onslaught of sleep, Masumi silently closed her eyes.

The second day on Miyako Island ended with me on the lap of a beautiful senior.

(End of this chapter)