Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 239, Section 14: "Is this some kind of test of courage?"

Hiding in her sleeping bag, Mami could feel Masumi's scent enveloping her entire body; after all, just a short while ago, Masumi had been tossing and turning here.

She took a deep breath.

I should feel safe and secure, but my heart started racing.

Who could be visiting Masumi-kun's tent in the middle of the night?
She didn't have to wait long to find out the answer.

"...Haiyue? What brings you here?"

Masumi swallowed hard, nervously watching the jellyfish-like girl appear in the tent.

"Masumi...don't you remember?"

Haiyue tilted her head, looking puzzled. "Back then...didn't we make a promise..."

——!
It's a date!?

Inside the dark sleeping bag, Mami listened to the conversation outside and suddenly opened her eyes wide.

How is this going?

Masumi-kun and Umi-zuki made a secret agreement that they kept hidden from everyone else!?
It was still night at the campsite.

In an instant, the culmination of the work of Japanese doujinshi artist XP since the establishment of Comic Market forty years burst forth in Asami's mind.

"...That's just Haiyue talking to herself."

Masumi watched the situation inside the tent with bated breath, when suddenly her gaze fell upon a head of messy black hair.

Like a small animal peeking out of its nest, Mami peeked out of her sleeping bag to observe.

Isn't this guy nervous at all? Get back here right now!
Masumi subtly moved her hand little by little, placing it on top of Mami's head, and forcefully pressed her into the sleeping bag. The next moment, she suddenly felt a weight on her leg.

"Haiyue?"

The jellyfish girl's clinging felt like a magnet, while Masumi was like steel being attracted.

Because his consciousness and strength could only be concentrated in one place, the force with which he pressed down on Mami's hand unconsciously weakened.

"Is Masumi... shy?"

Haiyue tilted her head to one side, raised her face to look at him, and her skin, which had little pigmentation, had a bluish tinge when illuminated by the lantern inside the tent.

That's not true.

Masumi's eyes flickered, then she turned her head away, her voice carrying a subtle tension.

"Haiyue, aren't you ashamed to do this kind of thing to a boy?"

Haiyue stopped what she was doing, and after thinking for a moment, she replied, "No, not Masumi."

"Really? That's a pretty straightforward answer," Masumi said, exasperated.

"That's it for now."

"Masumi...don't like it?"

"That's not the question."

Because Mami is right next to us.

"So...someone as big as Asami...would be better?"

Haiyue's eyebrows drooped slightly, making her look troubled.

"what?"

The sleeping bag next to me visibly shook.

"Last time, Masumi... only gave me an 'Excellent' rating."

She was clearly radiating dissatisfaction.

"Isn't 'excellent' great?"

"The 'Special Show'... is the best..."

I didn't expect Haiyue to be so competitive.

"Then I'll re-evaluate; Haiyue should be rated 'Special Excellence'!"

Masumi gently stroked Kaigetsu's head.

"Ah."

Then she leaned her head closer, as if wanting Masumi to touch her a few more times.

Touch~
Haiyue squinted her eyes, as if carefully savoring a moment of happiness.

Touch~
My hands started to get warm.

No, this won't do; they'll keep touching her forever.

Masumi quietly moved her hand away, and Kaigetsu's gaze immediately followed.

"Is Haiyue happy now?"

She nodded and tilted her head to ask.

"What about... Asami?"

"Eh, Mami?" Masumi paused, then tentatively said, "'Shu'... no! It's 'Ryo'."

(Note: The grades of fruits, from highest to lowest, are: Excellent, Good, Superior, and Good.)
The girl was finally satisfied, a faint smile appearing on her lips, like ripples on a calm sea.

Masumi also breathed a sigh of relief.

But the third person inside the tent became dissatisfied, the outline of their sleeping bag stirring restlessly in the dim light.

Masumi heard the sound of a zipper sliding open.

Oh no! Before he could think of anything else, he loosened his grip on Haiyue, and the jellyfish girl's weight pressed down on his legs again.

At the same time, he freed one hand to let Haiyue lean against his chest, her gaze fixed on a blind spot where she couldn't see Mami.

"Ugh."

Masumi used her other hand to firmly hold onto the zipper of the sleeping bag, trapping Mami inside.

"Uh-huh!"

Mami wriggled like a caterpillar inside her sleeping bag.

But Masumi kept a close watch, not allowing Mami to show even a glimpse of herself.

Only when he sensed that she was showing some weakness did he slowly let go of her hand, look down at Haiyue in his arms and say.

"I'm sorry, Haiyue, I was just—"

They couldn't come up with an excuse for the time being, but Haiyue didn't seem to care, or rather, she didn't have time to care.

Swaying and trembling.

"..."

A warm, humid breath escaped from Haiyue's lips, and as more heat spread out, her tender feelings also overflowed.

The jellyfish girl bit her lower lip, but it wasn't enough, so she finally opened her mouth and tapped the tips of her teeth on Masumi's trembling fingers.

It didn't hurt; instead, it felt like a cloud of hot mist enveloping him completely.

She bit down lightly and repeatedly, her instep forming a graceful arc.

The jellyfish girl softened completely and melted into Masumi's arms.

Masumi sighed softly.

It seems Haiyue won the race at the racetrack.

"I'm thirsty..."

After resting for a while, the jellyfish girl raised her face to look at him again.

Haiyue's eyes were wet, with a trace of moisture on her lower eyelids, making her eyes appear moist and clear.

"Oh, there should be drinks too."

Masumi stretched out her arm and groped around in the corner to find a can of drink.

"It's sparkling wine, let me look again..."

"No need...this is fine..."

Haiyue took a sip of lemon sparkling wine from the can.

Then, as Masumi opened her eyes wide, she brought her lips close and transferred the sparkling wine from her mouth directly to him.

The warm liquor was too hot for Masumi to spit out and soil her sleeping spot for the night, so she had to swallow it down.

Is this sparkling wine really that sweet?
"...It's getting late, Haiyue should go back now."

Masumi put the sparkling wine aside.

The next moment, something that looked like a fair arm quickly reached out from the sleeping bag and grabbed the can of sparkling wine.

"I want it to be drier...before I go back..."

Haiyue said expressionlessly.

Why can she act so nonchalantly?

Masumi pressed her temples in frustration, "If we wait any longer, things might get complicated—"

"Masumi."

The voice of the fourth party echoed through the night air, drowning out Masumi's low-voice murmur.

Haiyue and Masumi were both startled and looked toward the source of the sound, where they saw a beautiful girl with long, straight black hair standing at the entrance of the tent.

Masumi's forehead and armpits instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

Haiyue was even more nervous than him. Before Masumi could even speak, she hurriedly tried to hide in the tent.

"Hey, Haiyue, you can't use a sleeping bag!"

Masumi hurriedly tried to stop her, but it was too late.

The moment the zipper was opened, Masumi clearly saw a change in Kaigetsu's expression, but she still decisively slipped inside.

Almost the instant the zipper was closed, Rinne approached, wearing a nightgown that blended into the darkness, her fair legs exposed.

"Rinrin, Rinrin, what brings you here so late?"

Masumi could feel her facial muscles stiffening despite her attempts to remain calm.

"...I discovered that Haiyue was missing, so I came out to look for her."

Gurgle!

Masumi's throat tightened, and she stole a glance at the sleeping bag.

The two girls were huddled together in sleeping bags. Although their bulging silhouettes were partially obscured by shadows, they were still hard to miss if you looked closely.

"I hope Rinne won't notice, right?" Masumi thought nervously.

"what happened to you?"

Rinne squinted suspiciously. "She seems quite flustered." Huh? What is Rinne saying?
No, no, that's not true. I'm perfectly normal.

Rinne is so beautiful, it made my heart flutter and my mind go blank.

Masumi came up with three possible answers on the spot.

But reality isn't a bishoujo game; it won't stop and wait for his choice. Rinne continued, "..."
"Have you seen Haiyue? She's out wandering around so late, she's such a worry."

She sighed with a troubled expression.

"Uh... I think she should be alright."

Do you know where she went?

"I guess you know."

"where?"

"...public restroom, I just saw her go that way."

Masumi felt apologetic for deceiving Rinne.

"That's it."

Rinne nodded, as if she believed Masumi's explanation.

"Thank you, then I..."

The words stopped abruptly.

"what happened?"

“…Someone is coming,” Rinne said softly.

anyone?

Masumi followed Rinne's gaze and looked over, her honey-gold hair fluttering gently in the night breeze.

It is Mio.

"Rinne, you..."

"Is there anywhere I can hide?"

Rinne turned around and looked at him.

"what?"

"I want to see what that person is up to this time."

Rinne spoke those words with her usual cold expression.

Last night, Rin's cat form was exposed in front of Mio, which made her lose face. The heir was holding a grudge.

Just as Mio was gloating over her successful affair, a revenge plan was brewing in her mind.

"Even if you say so..."

Masumi looked troubled.

"Hurry up, there's no time left," Rinne urged him.

Hiss~ Masumi's brain was working at lightning speed.

What else could be used in the tent? Masumi's gaze lingered on the pile of luggage in the corner.

Since Masumi lives alone in a tent with the most spacious area, it's only natural that she puts some miscellaneous items there.

"I see."

In a flash of inspiration, Masumi moved over a camping folding table, set it up on the mat, and placed a blanket on it, making it look a bit like a fireplace table.

"How about we crawl under the table and hide?"

Looking at the cramped space under the folding table, the heiress frowned slightly, but still nodded in agreement.

"Well, that's all."

Would someone really go to such lengths to get revenge on their "arch-enemy"?

Masumi watched as Rinne bent over, sticking out her bottom, and crawled under the folding table. No wonder they say cats are liquid.

He then sat down at the table and pretended to place a few cans of sparkling wine and snacks on the table, acting as if he were having a late-night snack.

Everything is prepared.

"Masumi, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Uh-huh……"

Masumi's heart was pounding at an unprecedented rate.

To change his mood, he took the initiative to ask:
"Wasn't anyone else noticing when Mio came over?"

"Ah, I made an excuse to go to the toilet and waited for a while before coming back. Rinne should be asleep in the tent by now."

Mio sat down opposite him without any hesitation.

Masumi immediately felt the heiress's buttocks leaning towards her from under the table.

Because the folding table is very narrow, in order to hide her body and avoid being discovered by Mio, Rinne could only try her best to press down her waist and stick out her buttocks, so that her body was almost at an acute angle to the ground.

Even so, some of her weight was still pressing down on Masumi's knees.

Worried that Mio would notice, Masumi leaned forward, getting even closer to Rinne, to cover for the heiress below.

He almost lay face down on the table until there was no gap left between them.

"...Woo."

The heiress's expression stiffened.

To be honest, Rinne regretted it the moment she hid under the table.

To anyone else, her current behavior is the behavior of a guilty thief.

Even if I were to openly and honestly stand up and criticize Mio now, I would probably be seen as someone who, like Mio, came to raid Masumi at night.

But it's too late to regret it now.

If all else fails, then adapting to the situation is the only solution.

"...Even the most vigilant cat can make a mistake."

A smug yet provocative smile curved at the corners of Mio's lips.

The moment Mio uttered the keyword "cat who steals fish," Masumi could clearly feel the peach's abdominal sutures slightly squeezing him.

Rinne was also extremely nervous.

He gripped the edge of the table tightly, feigning composure, but Mio, who had been staring at him, tilted her head slightly in confusion.

"What's wrong with Masumi? Her reaction is a bit strange."

Huh? What is Mio saying?
No, no, that's not true. I'm perfectly normal.

Mio is so beautiful that my heart is pounding and my mind is completely blank.

The three answers he had just come up with reappeared before Masumi's eyes, for him to choose from.

If reality were a bishoujo game, wouldn't that be far too perfunctory?

Without thinking twice, Masumi impulsively chose the third option.

"Well."

Masumi's cheesy pickup lines worked surprisingly well on Mio.

Her doubts vanished instantly, and her cheeks flushed red like lit paper lanterns, the blush slowly spreading across her entire face.

"When I saw Masumi, my heart was pounding too."

She bit her lip shyly.

If it were a bishoujo game, you should be able to see the affection level increase! UP! right?

Although Mio's affection level is already at MAX.

Great, we've managed to get through this difficult time...

"Well."

I suddenly felt pressure and weight under the table.

The heiress shoved him hard in a huff, seemingly quite displeased with what Masumi had just said.

At the same time, rustling sounds came from the sleeping bag next to them.

It seems the other three girls are expressing their dissatisfaction.

Masumi's back began to sweat.

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"Um……"

Qian Ai suddenly woke up.

The view was dim, and the space was unfamiliar.

She immediately realized she was in a tent at a campsite.

It is still night.

...I need to go to the toilet.

I don't want to move at all, but if I leave it alone, I feel like I won't be able to hold it in.

Qian'ai struggled with her thoughts for several minutes before finally crawling out of her sleeping bag.

To avoid waking Mami and Haiyue, she tiptoed.

But it's a bit strange.

Asami and Umi's sleeping postures are a nightmare. Sleeping with them often results in being suffocated by their weight. Why are they so quiet today?

Half-asleep and in a daze, the childhood sweetheart girl didn't think much of it and took a flashlight as she walked out of the tent.

sleepy.

The public toilets at the campsite were a bit far, and Qian'ai yawned with every step she took along the way.

But this wasn't enough to wake her up; instead, she felt increasingly sleepy.

"Well?"

The flashlight is out of power.

However, among the three tents over there, one tent had its lantern lit.

"I must have opened it casually when I left the tent," Qian Ai thought.

Unable to resist her sleepiness, the girl staggered toward the point of light.

(End of this chapter)