Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 222, Section 24: "I only eat fruit as a snack."

Nana Komori, 19 years old, female, a native of Kobe.

My hobby is following celebrities. I'm a big fan of the K-pop idol group SEVENTEEN. My dream before I turned 20 was to go to Korea to see their concert.

To realize his dream, Xiaosen works hard every day at the front desk of a karaoke bar.

Incidentally, she's been in a very good mood at work these past few days.

The reason is simple: recently, a handsome guy has been going to the karaoke bar every day during her scheduled work hours.

To get to the point, he's a handsome guy whose looks are just as good as JUN's! He has a gentle demeanor, and his voice, with its soft breath, is exceptionally tender, making people blush and their hearts race.

While he was getting a drink alone at the self-service beverage bar, Xiaosen secretly asked for his Instagram account. It turned out he was the lead singer of a band, but hadn't updated his photos in a long time.

No wonder her voice is so beautiful.

The incredibly beautiful girls around him must be his bandmates.

Although the blonde girl's gaze was so sticky and gooey it was almost creepy.

I hadn't noticed that I had glanced at Mr. Miyazawa a few times, and she glared at me with cold, sharp eyes that felt like they were piercing my face.

Komori snapped out of his reverie when he caught sight of a notification for the private room. He then dialed the number for the room.

"Beep beep..."

A busy signal followed, but no one answered.

Xiao Sen was puzzled and dialed twice more, but still no one answered.

what happened?

Did they leave when the time came?

But I've been standing here the whole time; if they left, I should have seen them.

Just to be on the safe side, let's go check the situation in the private room.

After speaking with another colleague, Komori walked straight into the private room where Masumi and her group were.

The door remained tightly shut.

A loud, noisy accompaniment could be faintly heard coming from behind the door, but no one was singing. The original audio was also playing, and the speakers were blasting loudly, as if trying to cover something up.

The moment his hand touched the handle, the static electricity of autumn and an incredible guess simultaneously traveled through Komori's nerves.

Wait!

Komori had heard from his seniors before that there were young men and women who liked to seek thrills in karaoke rooms...

But there were six of them!

His fingers curled slightly as he gripped the doorknob.

No, wait! They're a band, one of the most unconventional groups in the entire island nation. Isn't rock and roll supposed to be about rebellion? So it's not surprising they did something like this.

If that's really the case, what should I do?
If I barge in rashly, I'll definitely get a complaint.

But leaving them inside indefinitely wasn't an option either. After pondering for a while, Komori cleared his throat aimlessly and spoke into the room:
"Excuse me, I'm a staff member at the karaoke bar. I need to conduct a... um, routine check on the private rooms, that's all!"

Komori mentally applauded herself for coming up with such a flawless excuse, then waited nervously for two minutes before mustering the courage to open the door.

"I'm so sorry to have bothered you all."

Standing in front of the private room, what came into Xiaosen's view was...

A girl who is tied up with a rope.

Her elegant flaxen hair was ruffled on the sofa surface, and she kept writhing and struggling. Because her mouth was taped shut, she could only make pitiful muffled sounds.

The scene, resembling a crime scene, stunned her, and for a moment she thought she was seeing things.

"Aaahhhh!!"

Xiaosen was so frightened that he screamed and accidentally fell to the ground.

What, what's going on here?!
Kidnapping? Murder? Or filming?
"Wait, Mio, even if Kaigetsu is wrong, it's going too far to restrict her like this."

A strikingly beautiful woman with black hair spoke in a cold voice.

The beauty with long, honey-gold hair narrowed her eyes and retorted sharply.

"Rinne's protective behavior towards the young should have a limit. If you had seen their posture just now, you might have reacted even more strongly than I did."

"Even though I didn't see it, Mio would get angry no matter what level of physical contact she saw, right?"

Mio nodded frankly, "That's definitely true."

"That……"

Mio interrupted her as if to cut her off, a defiant smirk playing on her lips: "But what about Rinne? If I do this—will Rinne be angry?"

As she spoke, she abruptly sat down in the seat behind her, and the dimness in the private room seemed to come alive, undulating as if it had a life of its own against the background.

"Uh-huh!"

Masumi sat on the sofa with her hands tied behind her back with rope. Because her mouth was sealed with tape, she could only make muffled "uh-uh-uh" sounds.

With an extra person's weight suddenly added to my thighs, my body sank deep into the sofa, and I could almost hear the cushions groaning.

Rinne's expression instantly turned cold. "Get off Masumi immediately."

"No," Mio said firmly, then chuckled lightly, "Just now, Haiyue was alone with Masumi in an empty private room, just like this."

But halfway through her sentence, her expression turned gloomy again. To Mio, this was a verbal attack that hurt both herself and her enemy.

As if in retaliation, Kurokawa Mio began to move back and forth, her fitted fishtail skirt faithfully outlining the plumpness of her delicate body.

The sweet apricots of the Kanto region are tender and have a different taste from the white peaches of Wakayama.

Masumi let out a short wail and shuddered.

"No no no!"

Ignoring Masumi's struggles, Kurokawa Mio cupped her flushed face in her hands, breathing heavily, and said in a daze:
"Ah~ sitting on Masumi's lap feels the best! That jellyfish really knows how to pick a spot. From now on, this will be my exclusive spot."

After saying this with absolute certainty, she turned her head away, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"Hey, Masumi, who makes you feel more comfortable, me or Kaizuki?"

"Ughhhh!" Masumi was sweating profusely. At least peel the tape off my mouth before asking any questions!

But that's fine, since no matter how you answer Mio's question, it's going to be fatal.

"..."

Rinne bit her lip, remaining motionless, staring intently at Kurokawa Mio's blushing face.

Just as the taut string was about to snap, she couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed the cushion next to her, and threw it with all her might.

"boom!"

The soft cushion landed squarely on Mio's smiling face. Although it caused no harm, it immediately darkened Mio's expression.

"Rinne is always getting in the way of me and Masumi. Don't even mention that you're the shop manager. Even Oda Nobunaga suffered the same fate as Akechi Mitsuhide, who overthrew him."

She bent down to pick up the fallen pillow and threw it at Rinne's face, hitting her squarely!

“Taking care of Masumi is a responsibility entrusted to me by his father, so of course I can’t stand idly by.”

Rinne calmly pushed the pillow off her face, finally abandoning her usual composed and mature demeanor, and threw the pillow again like a young girl.

Sitting on Masumi made her a sitting duck, so Kurokawa Mio reluctantly left the warm, hard yet soft spot, grabbed a cushion from the sofa, and threw it at Rinne.

Two stunningly beautiful women, acting like elementary school girls, started a pillow fight in the karaoke room.

"Go Rinne! Go Mio too!"

On the sofa next to her, a tipsy Mami, enjoying the spectacle, added fuel to the fire.

"Sister Mami, please don't incite them. They're really going to fight."

Chiai frantically waved her arms and legs, then belatedly noticed the smell of alcohol on Mami and frowned: "When did Mami-nee drink alcohol?"

"It's wheat drink and grape juice, not alcohol," Mami said casually.

It's a sophistry that would infuriate religious practitioners.

From the moment Rinne and Mio started arguing, Komori immediately covered her eyes with her hands—if she saw something she shouldn't, she might be killed to silence her.

However, being as clever as she is, she can understand the situation on the spot just by listening to the sounds.

—Without a doubt, this is a battlefield!
Are all band members really like this?

"that……"

She tentatively moved her hand away and spoke cautiously.

"--What's up!"

Kurokawa Mio cast a cold glance at him. Komori's legs went weak instantly, and he frantically waved his hands in front of his face:
"No, it's nothing. Please, everyone, do as you wish. I will extend your time by one hour."

"Call me anytime if you need anything. I... I'm leaving now!"

With the speed of an escape, Komori closed the door to the private room.

The spacious rectangular private room once again became an enclosed space.

Although it remains connected to the world, once the only person who could potentially cause disruption left, this place became a private room that no detector could find.

All that could be heard was the sound coming from the loudspeaker; Masumi's cries for help were barely audible.

Another jellyfish-like girl in a similar situation had given up struggling and simply fell asleep while still bound.

Just then, Masumi persistently rubbed against the rope binding her wrists.

Suddenly, I felt the most astonishing weight I'd experienced all day on my legs.

"When everyone is fighting and competing, that's when opportunities arise!"

Mami smiled smugly, “This is a military strategy I learned from playing Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Zhuge Mami reports.”

"No no no!"

Even now, Masumi can only utter muffled, hesitant sounds, like a mascot forbidden from speaking human language.

The struggle seemed too intense, so Mami turned her head and glared at him unhappily before revealing a fearless smile and bringing her lips close to Masumi's ear.

She said with an emotional expression:

"Don't move, Masumi-kun... Enjoy it."

Masumi's ears tingled. "Don't waver, don't waver."

This silly thing, rubbing against me again and again, leaving behind a smooth and tender touch.

The white peaches of Kinokawa, the sweet apricots of the Kanto Plain, and the pears of Lake Biwa—Masumi is already feeling a bit sick of them and wants to vomit up stomach acid.

"Hehehe~ Masumi-kun looks like he can't control himself at all, it seems to be very effective."

Just as Mami intensified her efforts to catch the culprit who had wrinkled the skirts of the two girls.

A girl suddenly grabbed Mami's arm; it was Chiai.

She puffed out her cheeks like a hamster, looking very angry.

"Sister Mami, don't bully Masumi-nii, he looks so pitiful."

"No, I didn't. Besides, Masumi-kun felt very comfortable, right? Masumi-kun."

Masumi shook her head desperately.

Chiai frowned: "Look, Masumi-nii is clearly very troubled."

Mami stuck out her tongue, trying to act cute to get away with it, but Chiai remained unmoved.

"This man is just being hypocritical after getting a good deal. He even lied to his childhood friend. Masumi-kun, are you even a man?"

She adopted a stern tone and reprimanded him, then, as if to punish Masumi, she pressed her peach-shaped buttocks against him and rubbed against him repeatedly.

Asami's body temperature transmitted to Masumi's skin through the fabric, like an electric shock, bursting through his brain.

Masumi's mind was like boiling coffee, bubbling and churning, her rationality almost completely burned away by the heat.

"Get up, Mami-nee!"

Seeing Masumi's face turn bright red, Chiai quickly pushed Mami away.

Then slowly peel off the tape seal on Masumi's lips.

Masumi let out a long sigh of relief, as if trying to dispel the heavy atmosphere in the room.

"Phew—I'm saved, thank you, Qian'ai."

Masumi was extremely grateful; his childhood friend was indeed his savior.

"No, it's nothing. After all, Asami-nee really went too far."

Qian Ai shyly fiddled with the ends of her hair.

"Honestly, Chiai is so easily fooled."

Mami muttered resentfully, then suddenly seemed to remember something and revealed a mischievous smile.

"Chii-chan will know just by experiencing it for herself—how cunning Masumi-kun is!"

"How do you feel?"

Qian Ai tilted her head, completely bewildered.

“That’s right, myself.” Mami nodded, then suddenly placed her palms on Chiai’s shoulders, and then—

Is this tomato, which originated in the Andes Mountains of South America?

It truly lives up to its name as the "Devil's Fruit," as it is incredibly easy to become addicted to it.

The moment Qian'ai sat down, her delicate body trembled slightly, she made a cute sound, and her cheeks instantly turned an unbelievable red.

“Eek! This is…”

"Masumi-nii! Is this...is this a normal reaction?"

"..." Masumi turned her face away, avoiding the main point, and squeezed out a sound from her throat: "...It's normal."

Because the tape was torn off, they could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb.

"Is that so?"

Qian Ai lowered her gaze, her voice weak and dissipated into the sound waves of the karaoke room.

"how?"

Asami, brimming with confidence and a touch of smugness, shook her finger: "The human brain is cunning, but the body is honest. That's how FBI female agents interrogate suspects."

What kind of FBI female agent is that?

Masumi's forehead veins throbbed, and she couldn't help but sigh.

Forget it, there's no need to argue with a drunkard.

In contrast, he was more concerned about the taut tomato.

Qian Ai closed her eyes in shame, biting her lip, her thick, long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

...So warm.

How tender it is, even more so than the tenderest beef tenderloin, yet like a Boston lobster, it also has a firm side.

Just like Masumi-san, he gives people a gentle and easygoing impression, but he also has an unwavering side.

Haiyue... Not just Haiyue, does everyone in the coffee shop like this spot?
Sure enough, just thinking about Masumi-nii behind me gives me a sense of security, comfort, and happiness.

However, Qian Ai's lighthearted mood quickly vanished.

Noticing their actions, Kurokawa Mio stormed over.

"Ah! A cat that steals fish!"

"What? What do you mean, 'cheater'? How rude of me! Masumi-nii and I are childhood friends!"

Chiai stood up as if electrocuted, and was startled by what she heard, but still mustered the courage to argue with Kurokawa Mio.

This time, it was a large golden retriever chasing and biting the green-eyed American cat.

It seems I've weathered this ordeal without incident? That's what Masumi was thinking.

I feel new pressure.

This is a specialty of Higashi-Agatsuma Town, Gunma Prefecture, called "Gunma Meigetsu". It is fresh and sweet, and although it is an apple, its sugar content is comparable to that of honeydew melon and mango.

But just as rare as its scarcity on the market, Rinne stood up again as if nothing had happened, barely glancing at the surface.

"Eh."

Masumi shifted her gaze upwards and saw the shy, blushing heiress, her purple eyes filled with regret and shame for her impulsive actions.

That's gone too far!

It was less a matter of dissatisfaction and protest against Masumi's actions and more a complete loss of control.

She actually sat down on the boy's lap; the way she acted, she was just a typical perverted girl.

The atmosphere became very subtle.

Masumi let out a deep breath, absolutely certain of one thing:

After today, he probably won't have the face to come to this karaoke bar again.
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Today's snacks: Wakayama white peach, Kanto sweet apricot, Shiga pear, Peruvian tomato, Gunma apple.

(End of this chapter)