Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 251, Section 26: "The Time I Tried Wearing Clothes"

"Everyone! I've lived up to your expectations and finished the coffee shop's winter uniforms!"

On a day off in mid-December, Chiai, carrying paper bags in both hands, used her body to push open the glass door of the coffee shop.

She wore a thick Bordeaux-colored scarf, and the front of her camel-colored long trench coat was not closed, revealing a section of fair skin between her black high-top boots and the hem, which made people feel cold just by looking at her.

"No way, that's fast!"

Mami couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"After all, we also need to consider how well the clothes will fit everyone and allow time for alterations. I'm not the type to sit idly by until the deadline."

After hearing Chiai's explanation, Mami, for some reason, showed a gloomy expression.

"Brother Masumi, what's wrong?"

Chiai turned her question to Masumi, who was wiping the table next to her.

"It's nothing, he just remembered that the deadline for the next chapter of the manga is this weekend."

Masumi said nonchalantly, "I clearly gave her the script a long time ago."

"Because I want to polish it carefully."

Asami tried to defend herself, her voice growing weaker and weaker.

"...I just didn't expect that the deadline would be so close before I even finished polishing the first page...What should I do!"

"Sigh, Asami-nee should really get rid of her bad habit of always updating right before the deadline."

Qian Ai sighed softly, then suddenly covered her mouth and nose with her palm, letting out a small sneeze.

"Have a cold?"

"No, I just stayed outside for a while and got a bit chilly from the wind."

“I see.” Masumi nodded. “No wonder Chiai’s nose is so red.”

"real!?"

Qian Ai frantically pulled a folding mirror from her trench coat pocket. "Ugh! My nose is so red, so embarrassing... A face mask is definitely essential in winter!"

She pulled the scarf up forcefully, covering half of her face.

At this point, I didn't care about ruining my makeup. The fuzzy fibers of the scarf were tugging at my face, making it a little itchy.

Masumi was amused by Omega's comical penguin-like appearance.

"We're already at the store, there's no need for this."

"Oh, really?"

Qian Ai nodded blankly, then untied her scarf and slowly took off her trench coat.

"Qian Ai is really afraid of the cold."

"Yes, after all, there's not much fat in it."

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Chiai handed her coat to Masumi, underneath which was a white apricot-colored knitted sweater that clung to the girl's slender and soft waist.

"Oh."

Masumi stared at her subconsciously; she clearly had fat.

"Hey, Masumi-nii, what are you doing!?"

Qianai's face turned bright red to the roots of her neck as she was suddenly pinched hard on her side.

"Oh, yeah."

Masumi showed a look of surprise for a brief moment, then immediately returned to normal and nodded in a tone as if confirming something.

"Yes, there's definitely no fat. You have a perfect figure, Chia."

"Masumi-nii is so annoying! He's got fat!"

Qian Ai angrily brushed his hand away; such excessive praise was clearly just a prank.

"Masumi-nii is wicked, he's awful!"

"I'm sorry, it must have been hard for Chiai to say that she has fat. I'm sorry."

"Seriously, don't apologize so earnestly!"

Qian Ai looked slightly embarrassed and pouted as if she was being difficult.

"That's what I mean. Although Chia Ai isn't exactly well-endowed, she's still quite good-looking."

Mami suddenly launched a sneak attack from behind with a grin.

"Sister Mami!"

Chiai frantically pressed her hands to her chest, fleeing from Mami, who was ruthlessly waving her hands in preparation for an attack, and hid behind Masumi for refuge.

"It's amazing that Asami-nee is dressed so lightly, yet she acts like nothing's wrong..."

"Hmph, the strong are not afraid of the cold."

Mami nodded, looking somewhat smug.

Hearing the commotion, Rinne and Mio came out of the lounge and looked up to see Chiai being teased like a toy.

"...Have a cup of hot tea to warm your body."

"Thank you, Rinne."

Mio took out a plastic bag from one of the paper bags, which was much heavier than she had expected.

"Qian'ai's hands are really skillful."

"Of course, ever since the middle school cultural festival, I've been the ace of the props team and the handicraft club in my class."

She puffed out her chest confidently, then clapped her hands as if suddenly remembering something and said...

"By the way, I've finished the clothes that Asami-nee asked me to make last time."

"Really, Chia is such a reassuring person."

Mami cheered and excitedly rushed towards Chiai.

"Goo!"

Suddenly being hugged tightly, Chiai made a strange sound like a frog being flattened. If it weren't for the chair back, she probably would have been knocked to the floor by the charging Mami.

"...By the way, it shouldn't be particularly revealing clothing, right?"

Mio peered through the plastic bag at the style of the clothes inside.

"No way, I would never make such a superficial outfit that only sells sex appeal."

Qian Ai puffed out her cheeks and protested in dissatisfaction, but for some reason, her words stopped at an unnatural point.

"...Mio-neechan, you can just open it and take a look."

"Oh."

Mio violently tried to tear the plastic bag open with her fingers, but Mami suddenly stopped her, saying:

"Wait a minute! Ms. Mio, let's go back to our room and open it."

"okay."

"Rinne, come on, this is your set."

Asami enthusiastically handed the paper bag in her hand to Rinne.

"Sister Mami, that's—"

Chiai's voice grew fainter and fainter behind them, and Rinne frowned slightly.

"Sister Mami, please don't push me."

"Xiao Haiyue, stop playing on your phone and come try on your new clothes."

"Oh."

The previously noisy chatter seemed distant, leaving Masumi and Chiai alone, as silence suddenly arrived.

"Thank you again this time, Qian'ai."

Masumi looked at the childhood friend girl sipping her black tea and said gently.

"It's okay, it feels a little strange that Masumi-nii is taking it so seriously."

A refreshing smile appeared on Qian Ai's lips. "And I enjoy it too."

"After all, Chiai has loved making clothes since she was a child."

My phone received a message from Mami.

Ryujinin Michiyo: "Masumi-kun and Chiai, come upstairs too."

Ryujinin Michiyo: "Also, please be sure to guard against the impact!"

Ryujinin Michiyo: "A beautiful white-haired woman in military uniform bowing.jpg"

Prepare for... an impact?
What is this guy saying now?

"Alas……"

A shadow fell over Qian'ai's face beside him.

"A thousand loves, perhaps..."

"It has nothing to do with me!"

The girl waved her hands in front of her face guiltily.

"It was all Mami-nee who instructed me to do it!"

Masumi sighed helplessly, "I haven't said anything yet."

Looking at Qingmei, who was nervously clutching her hair, he shook his head and said.

"Let's go upstairs first."

"Ah."

Upon reaching the second floor, they saw Mami, Kaizuki, and Mio standing in the corridor, all dressed in winter uniforms.

The dress is slightly below the knee, revealing the beautiful contours of the calves, and features an apron with ruffles. Every stitch was hand-sewn by Qian'ai, combining practicality and aesthetics.

Everyone's colors are different: Mio has red and white stripes, Kaigetsu has aqua tones and blue and white stripes, Mami has yellow and white stripes...

To be honest, his description sounded a little strange, even though he was referring to the color of the dress.

"And this one belongs to Rinne, it's purple, just like her eyes."

Qian'ai pointed to the clothes in her hand and introduced them.

“I see…” Masumi nodded, then suddenly remembered something.

"Didn't she take her uniform upstairs?"

"Uh."

Qian Ai's eyes darted around.

"Ah, Masumi-kun and Chiai have finally arrived!"

Upon seeing the two figures, Mami narrowed her eyes inexplicably and walked forward with a nervous expression.

What's wrong with you?

"Listen to me, Masumi-kun."

Mami stopped in front of the two of them, and spoke in a trembling voice as if she had just seen something extremely terrifying.

"Behind that door, there exists a monster with incredibly destructive power!"

"monster……"

Masumi looked in the direction she was pointing and vaguely guessed what was going on from Mami's words.

"Isn't that Rinne's room?"

"I'm talking about that thieving cat."

Mio crossed her arms, as if deliberately hiding something, her brows furrowed in displeasure.

"Hey, Rinne, it's time to come out."

Mami shouted towards the door.

"You can't hide in there forever."

"If the practical conditions allow, it's not that I don't want to do it."

The heiress's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the room, seemingly having lost her usual composure.

“Masumi-kun is here too, don’t you want him to see us too?”

"..."

After a moment of silence, the door opened as if hesitant.

A hand wearing a black lace glove emerged from behind the slightly ajar door.

Immediately afterwards, a woman in a cheongsam with a wide variety of skin tones covered her body with her hands and cautiously revealed herself.

Masumi's gaze suddenly sharpened, then she swallowed hard, taking a deep breath to calm herself. What was going on?

This fiery red cheongsam, with its "leaky" skin, is even more revealing than the previous shrine maiden outfit.

"Ugh, Rinne actually wore it, it's all my fault."

Qian Ai lowered her eyes and sighed deeply, her face clearly showing the words "I am a sinner".

"Nice body! Rinne."

Asami looked at Rinne, who had changed her clothes, and clasped her hands together excitedly in front of her chest.

"Oh my, Rinne is so amazing! That kind of body shape is so bad! It's harmful to one's health."

"That kind of praise doesn't make me happy at all, Asami-nee."

The woman in the cheongsam frowned repeatedly. "What's going on! The slit in the chest is one thing, but the slit in the thigh is way too high!"

Rinne's gaze, filled with a mixture of shame and indignation, pierced upwards from below.

Masumi snapped out of her daze under the glare. Oh no, she'd gone a bit too far, but that was to be expected.

The cheongsam is a frequently featured garment in ACG works. When seated, it exudes charm, and when walking, it carries a delicate fragrance. The body-hugging design and the thigh slit are the finishing touches.

However, the finishing touches on Rinne's cheongsam have reached the point of being graffiti-like.

The slit even extends all the way to the side of the abdomen. If you look at it from the side, what you see is not just the fleshy, plump thighs, but also the buttocks.

"This is how clothes are, right, Chia?"

"Hey! Um, the outfit for the fighting game character that Asami-nee sent me, that's definitely it."

Qian Ai's voice grew weaker and weaker as she spoke.

"Hmm, speaking of which, Chiai's craftsmanship is really good. This cheongsam is in a completely different league from the cheap, flimsy cheongsam that costs 2000 yen in Don Quijote!"

The satin fabric is crisp and feels smooth and delicate to the touch.

Embroidered with a subtle pattern of a five-clawed golden dragon, it only reveals a hint of shimmering brilliance when the light and shadow shift during movement, giving it an immediate sense of sophistication.

Although the fabric area is very small... no! This cheongsam actually has a lot of fabric, but it's not placed in the right places, only covering up to a degree that's better than nothing.

"Of course!"

When the topic of clothing came up, Qian'ai changed from her dejected state of muttering "it's all my fault" to a somewhat smug expression.

“From the very beginning, I carefully selected the fabric, tried several different kinds before making a decision, consulted with teachers who had experience in the study of ethnic costumes, and senior students at school who were making cosplay costumes. I also played the fighting game that Asami recommended to me many times, drew three-view drawings, and made subtle adjustments based on Rinne’s body measurements.”

She talked non-stop, recounting the detailed process of making the outfit without missing a single detail.

"Wow, that's amazing! Chia!"

Asami's eyes lit up, and she gave him a very supportive look.

"Xiaoqian's skills are just like those described in the two cosplay comics I've been reading recently, they're both god-level!"

"Oh, it's just giving it my all."

Qian Ai revealed a bright, joyful smile.

You all seem to be having a lot of fun.

Rinne's expression turned cold.

"Oops! I got carried away!"

Chiai once again hid behind Masumi for refuge, while Mami apologized obediently.

"Sorry, Rinne, it's because you look really good in this cheongsam that I got a little too excited. Masumi-kun thinks so too, right?"

Why does he always have to come and make things happen? Masumi sighed quietly.

But I will still answer according to my inner thoughts—

"very nice!"

"...Sister Mami, I won't fall for the same trick twice."

That's how it just happened. Mami knelt down and begged her, and it was clear that the outfit itself was a painstakingly crafted work. So, without knowing exactly how revealing the style was, Rinne gave in.

result……

Despite saying that, the heiress's expression clearly softened.

Seeing everyone, who were originally in high spirits, showing an apologetic attitude was like pouring a bucket of cold water on the most enthusiastic moment.

Rinne felt a subtle sense of guilt gripping her heart, making her think she could compromise a little.

Where Mami couldn't see, she subtly curved her lips into a smile, gave Masumi a thumbs-up, and murmured with her lips:
Thank me, Masumi-kun!

"..."

I really have to thank Asami and Chiai this time.

But the person we should thank the most is the heir herself!
"But what's the deal with this outfit?" Masumi asked.

"Ah, since Christmas is followed by the New Year, I thought I should have an outfit with a New Year's feel. Since there are no outsiders around, it's okay if the style is a little over the top, right? In other words, it's a New Year's special just for the few of us."

Mami smiled gently.

"why me?"

With a stiff expression, Rinne crouched down, trying to cover her body.

However, even a slight bend in the knees will open up the slit in the thigh.

If you bend over, your white, smooth chest will be exposed through the opening in your upper body, and no matter what you do, you are completely helpless.

The heiress could only tremble in shame.

“Little Rinne really liked that shrine maiden outfit last time, right? You seemed to like the cat-themed underwear I gave you too.”

"No, that's not..."

Rinne immediately regretted it.

"But if we do that... won't our underwear be visible? And even if we don't do anything, we'll still be exposed!"

"I didn't see it."

Asami casually turned to Masumi and asked, "Masumi-kun, did you see that?"

"……without."

I didn't see it.

"You didn't see it because of me..." Rinne was speechless.

"That's enough!"

The heir cried out in shame, her beautiful eyes burning with fury.

Because she was wearing a cheongsam, one couldn't help but wonder if she might suddenly unleash a powerful high kick, raising her foot above her head, just like a character from a fighting game.

While Rinne could definitely do it with her agility, it would be a disaster if she actually did it, because even if she just stood with her shoulders down, her groin would be exposed.

"Mami-nee, let's let Rinne calm down."

The culprit and provider of the criminal tools, Chiai, tugged at Mami's clothes.

"Hmm, it seems I misjudged this time."

Mami let out a sweet sigh.

"I'm not really interested in the cheongsam outfit of the woman who steals fish, but it's nice to see her looking disheveled."

Mio nodded contentedly and pulled the lost-in-the-day Kaigetsu away.

"Well."

Only Rinne and Masumi were left in the corridor.

"Why don't you leave?"

"Ah, sorry." Masumi seemed to snap out of a daze.

His passionate gaze made Rinne's cheeks burn, but strangely, she didn't find it repulsive.

"...Does this outfit really suit me?"

Rinne couldn't help but ask, following the direction of the conversation.

"let me see……"

Masumi narrowed her eyes, pondered seriously for a moment, and then spoke:
"Rinne, your very existence is lewd."

"..."

The heiress's forehead throbbed; what incredible thing had this man said?

"We're talking about clothes, right?"

"That's true, but it can't be judged in isolation. After all, clothes are just clothes, and the comparison should be with other clothes."

Masumi responded with utmost seriousness.

His seriousness made Rinne lose her composure, her gaze darting around nervously.

"I can understand that... but is my existence really that lewd?"

"of course."

A stubborn flame seemed to suddenly ignite in Masumi's eyes.

"First of all, every part of her body seems very soft to the touch, yet she doesn't give the impression of being loose at all. Her waistline is like she's wearing an invisible corset, so beautiful that you want to hug her tightly. It makes you wonder how such a waist can support such a figure. In addition, her buttocks are also quite high!"

"Of course, it's not just about her figure. Just looking at her face, her cool expression can also arouse desire, and her strong yet occasionally vulnerable personality is also very endearing."

What is this person talking about?

Rinne stared in disbelief, then her will to resist surged, and she resolutely retorted:

"That's not the case!"

"No, that's it."

Masumi's assertive tone was as if she were stating a self-evident truth.

"Rinne, you should be a little more self-aware and not give anyone an opportunity to take advantage of you, otherwise I will be very worried. If possible, I hope you can wear a mascot costume like Umizuki when you go out."

"That's enough! Have you taken the wrong medicine?!"

Rinne hugged herself tightly and screamed in shame.

Even so, Masumi pointed out that such an action was also erotic.

Honestly, what do you want me to do?!
Masumi's boldness completely dispelled Rinne's shame and the blow she had suffered.

The heiress hunched over as if she had withered, as if her extremely stiff body was beginning to relax, and her cheeks and neck flushed red.

"Have you always looked at me like that...? It's just..."

"...Pfft!"

Masumi couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing a young lady who is an heiress like this, one can't help but greet her with a smile.

"Were you saying those weird things on purpose just now?"

Rinne glared at him with displeasure.

"...No, some parts are serious. Do you need me to tell you which parts they are?"

"no need!"

Rinne refused without even thinking.

"Thank you for that weird way of comforting me, I feel much better now."

She breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up.

Yes, you're right, the current heiress is lewd in every way she does.

"Don't look at me with such a strange expression."

The persistent gaze made Rinne feel embarrassed; her blood rushed to her head, and her cheeks flushed red as if she had a fever.

“All of them,” Masumi suddenly said.

"Ok?"

"The serious part is everything."

"...!"

The hem of her fiery red cheongsam fluttered, and the heiress suddenly raised her snow-white legs to shoulder height, her feet pointing vertically upwards, almost in a straight line with her left leg.

Then, with great force, it cleaved downwards.

"go to hell!"

As a result, Masumi took a direct hit from the woman in the cheongsam.

KO.

(End of this chapter)