Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 256, Section 31: "No matter what, Masumi can't escape the clutches of girls."

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Strange ceiling.

The light tubes on the ceiling seemed to be unable to bear the dampness and darkness, and trembled slightly.

"Um……"

A faint sound reached her ears, and Masumi couldn't help but hold her breath.

Right next to him, on the same bed, a mature woman, beautiful even without makeup after her bath, looked at him, her slightly parted lips revealing a hoarse breath.

"What are you thinking about?"

My ancient breath mingled with my own as I breathed evenly over Masumi.

“It’s nothing, it’s just that…” Masumi closed her eyes slightly and exhaled deeply, “It feels like I’m dreaming.”

"Eh, does Masumi want to prove that this isn't a dream?"

The senior smiled and patted his arm as he asked.

Masumi's heart skipped a beat, and in a daze, I felt as if I had already turned his chin and gently and delicately kissed Masumi's lips.

This senior colleague always appeared calm and composed.

Even though Masumi was already exhausted, seeing that I, who had exhausted myself, still looked calm and unaffected, I suddenly felt a surge of strength and hugged her tightly.

I remained calm and composed, a gentle smile playing on my lips as I accepted Masumi's embrace.

I've been in control all along, so I should give this lovely junior a chance to satisfy my desire to dominate.

"...I've been very busy with the aquarium these past two months. Because of the joint events with the city hall, I've been incredibly busy every day, and I haven't had much time to contact Masumi."

I pressed my face against Masumi's, my thick eyelashes trembling slightly, and whispered softly.

"I know that coffee shops are also very busy in winter, so I refrained from contacting Masumi. I could only think about Masumi during my breaks. The more I thought about her, the more I wanted to see her, to see her face, to touch her like this, and to talk to her like this."

Masumi looked at her senior, speechless for a moment.

I, too, stared intently at Masumi, my lips slightly parted, and asked:

“Tell me, I’m not the only one who thinks this way.”

"senior……"

Looking into her tender eyes, Masumi instinctively wanted to respond to her longing, but suddenly noticed that I had a meaningful slight curve at the corner of my lips.

Is she plotting something malicious again?

Masumi turned her head away, avoiding the main point.

"Maybe."

"Oh, so you want to see me?"

I persisted relentlessly, never giving up.

"I don't……"

Masumi fell completely silent. Under the constant nagging and pressure from the beautiful senior, he suddenly realized that no matter what he said, it would probably be the same to me, Rugu.

The senior could always find something embarrassing in his words, and then look at him with a mocking smile that made people grit their teeth.

"Whether you think of me or not..."

Seeing Masumi's silent reaction, I slowly moved closer, hugged her tightly in the blankets, buried my face in her chest, and whispered.

"Anyway, I miss you very much."

My elder's voice was as gentle as a wisp of smoke, lingering in my ears and bringing peace to my mind.

Masumi couldn't help but reach out and stroke her radiant, smooth hair, and for a moment she was reluctant to leave.

I obediently tilted my head and nestled against Masumi's neck, letting her caress me. The beautiful senior's silence made Masumi's heart flutter.

He lovingly stroked my long, flowing hair, all the way down to my smooth back, my cool skin glistening with sweat.

Masumi lowered her head and gently kissed the fragrance of my hair, just like the scent of ancient times.

"It smells good."

"She's clearly covered in sweat; Masumi's sense of smell is really bad."

I smiled slightly and reached out to hook my arm around Masumi's neck: "You like it?"

Masumi remained noncommittal, maintaining the position where her senior could lean on her, and slowly straightened up from the bed.

"Shouldn't you be satisfied now, senior?"

My eyes, like those of a stranger, were filled with amusement: "What? Masumi isn't satisfied yet? In that case, then—"

"No!" Masumi was immediately embarrassed. "What I mean is, we should leave here."

I, Rugu, clearly enjoyed his embarrassed reaction and laughed mischievously.

The senior's voice was always so calm and composed. Just listening to her voice would be very comfortable, but this only applies if you ignore the content of her words.

If you knew what she was saying and what she intended to do, you would never be in such a good mood to appreciate her elegant voice.

Fortunately, the senior seemed to be satisfied today. His teasing words were raised high and then fell lightly, letting Masumi off the hook.

"You've worked up a sweat, go take a shower."

"Okay, I'll go run the bathwater then."

Masumi felt as if she had been granted a pardon and hurriedly put on the pants she had taken off and tossed haphazardly on the floor.

That's terrible, I completely lost to instinct and the atmosphere.

Shedding his usual gentle exterior, the senior fully reveals his cunning and ruthless nature, just like a venomous scorpion.

Slowly climbing up Masumi's back, biting through her skin, nibbling at her cells, and declaring her presence and possession on her body with a warm and harmless demeanor.

Masumi thought to herself as she examined the marks on her shoulder in the mirror.

He realized that from the moment he arranged for someone to pick up his senior, he had completely fallen into a trap.

Like my predecessors, I have woven an invisible net, with the aim of leaving myself nowhere to escape or hide.

As long as I think it through, every horizontal and vertical line, every knot, and every inch of space on the web will become her invincible weapon, causing Masumi to completely succumb.

But the predecessors ultimately did not do that.

Just as she said, she wanted to maintain Masumi's current happiness, and then make herself a part of Masumi's happiness as well.

slam-la-

He turned on the showerhead and stared blankly at the flowing water.

Fortunately, the room had a bathroom, so I could sweat it out.

After taking a shower and changing into dry clothes, Masumi carefully smelled her own scent.

"...You probably can't smell anything."

He muttered to himself.

"Don't worry, Masumi is just like me now, she only smells of bath salts."

I could hear the rustling of clothes and the soft sound of a zipper being unzipped. As if by magic, I slowly zipped up the zipper on my side, my movements slightly languid, with a subtle allure.

Masumi couldn't resist glancing over to see what was going on, but ultimately restrained herself.

It's not that she doesn't care, but whenever she looks at this beautiful senior, even if she's already dressed, Masumi can't help but picture her dazzlingly white and smooth-as-a-mermaid-like appearance.

Everything that happened made you feel like you were in a sky amusement park and could never go back to the ground; it was impossible to forget that sensory experience.

—She alternates between speaking sternly and gently to Masumi, like a kind older sister next door and a strict senior in the club.

Behavior also matters.

She switched between the two modes with ease, completely shattering Masumi's composure and leaving her utterly defenseless.

Not only his body, but his mind was also messed up by his seniors.

Then, inevitably, I sank into the abyss called "I am as old as the ancients".

"..."

The elevator descended, and as they pushed open the hotel door, the Christmas lights were still on, and the cold air enveloped the two who stepped out.

"It's so cold."

Suddenly, Masumi frowned; the warmth she had just felt was like a lie.

It felt like the reality of having just vented all your emotions at a livehouse, thinking you'd left everything behind, only to find yourself having to take the last tram home.

"There's just no way to deal with the younger generation."

I looked at Gu with a doting expression and wrapped my arm around Masumi's arm with her hand, which was blue in the lamplight. Her soft palm naturally gripped his left hand.

Under the Christmas lights, their shadows overlapped.

Feeling embarrassed in public, he shrank back.

As ancient as a thousand years old, I let the soft blue and white light surround her, making her face appear incomparably beautiful, and her voice gentle and melodious.

She had her hair half-up, with the ends loosely resting on her shoulder, and her crisp khaki trench coat made her look fair and radiant.

But Masumi was definitely not in the mood to appreciate her beautiful senior at that moment.

What I possess is an exquisitely beautiful appearance that can bewitch the world. My casual yet alluring demeanor is like a beautiful but poisonous flower, captivating hearts with every smile and frown.

Only he was fortunate enough to witness the true nature beneath her outward appearance.

A cold wind seeped into the night air, and Masumi suddenly remembered something:

"Senior, were you perhaps faking your cold just now?"

"how come."

Like the old master, I gently shook my head and denied it without hesitation: "I'm not an actor."

"but……"

She stared at the lights in the distance, as if contemplating her words, and after a moment spoke:

"Coldness and pain are somewhat similar; I don't dislike the feeling of being immersed in them."

"How could that be..."

Masumi sighed, and the image of her own alluring figure from not long ago flashed before her eyes. She felt a chill run down her spine from her powerful aura, and at the same time, she was very uncomfortable with the feeling of being led by someone else.

Based on this trivial little act of spite, he began to struggle against the hand that the beautiful senior was holding tightly.

I didn't care at all. She raised the corners of her mouth and suddenly felt that Masumi was like a little monkey jumping around in her hands.

No matter how much Masumi struggles, she can easily pin this cute junior down by simply turning her palm over.

It wasn't the feeling of victory that comes from knowing you can win, but rather a feeling that borders on pity.

Perhaps this is the unique tolerance and consideration that seniors show to juniors.

"Let's go back, Masumi."

She smiled sweetly and said. ◇

When he returned to the coffee shop, three hours had passed since he left.

Five girls had been waiting for a long time, and they all surrounded the two when they saw them.

"Masumi, I heard you fell and got hurt? Are you alright?"

As soon as they met, Mio rushed over anxiously and then circled around Masumi's body like an emergency room doctor.

"Are there any broken bones? Are there any cuts or scrapes on your skin?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Masumi simply comforted Mio repeatedly, then took off her coat and handed it to Rinne, who was walking over.

"Really? But Masumi-nii looks really stiff right now."

The childhood sweetheart followed closely behind, her brows furrowed in worry.

"Oh, my neck is so red, is it a scratch?"

She suddenly pointed to the location of Masumi's trapezius muscle and said.

"Alas!"

Masumi immediately became anxious.

"Ah~ I'm so hungry."

I stepped in to save the day, as Gu did at that moment.

"I'm so sorry, it's all because I was greedy and wanted to eat crepes, which caused me to be delayed for so long."

Out of remorse for the time lost, she sincerely put her hands together and said.

"No, it's not Qian Sui's fault either," Qian Ai said, waving her hand. "The only thing to blame is that the road was too slippery."

"I hope that Miss Ruko and Masumi haven't fallen into an abyss of no return," Mio said expressionlessly.

"Don't worry, Ms. Mio."

I smiled warmly like the ancient sage: "Nothing happened between us. We just dried our clothes and took a shower to warm up in the hotel."

"Hey, Masumi?"

"Oh, um..."

The senior's voice, like puppet strings, lingered in my ears, leaving an indelible mark on my heart.

It was as if the slightest movement from her would cause her entire being to undergo unexpected changes, whether those changes were voluntary or forced.

"It better be this way."

Mio pouted, unwilling to accept it.

The dinner that entertained me, a woman of ancient times, was grilled meat; Rinne specially bought high-grade Wagyu beef.

Thinly sliced ​​beef tongue, coated with salt and chopped scallions, crumpled up on the grill. The pork belly gradually changed color, and the dripping oil intensified the fire.

"Ms. Kamishiro's culinary skills are truly breathtaking."

The senior praised Rinne's cooking skills highly.

"Not at all," the heiress said calmly. "The most important thing about roasting meat is the original flavor of the ingredients, which has little to do with me as a chef."

"Oh dear, Miss Kamishiro is too modest. Having a good eye for selecting ingredients is also very important."

My lips and eyes were smiling, and my attitude was very enthusiastic.

"It seems everyone has been having a good time since we parted ways on Miyako Island."

"I'm so happy, Cheche~ Speaking of which, Cheche~ it feels like so much has happened in the last two months, Cheche~"

Mami puffed out her cheeks like a rodent, devouring her food, begging me to swallow before speaking.

"However, that young lady over there doesn't seem to be very happy."

I squinted my beautiful almond-shaped eyes, slightly curled the corners of my lips, and looked at Mio diagonally across the table with an unspoken look in my eyes.

The beautiful woman with long, honey-gold hair kept glancing at Masumi with an uneasy look in her eyes.

This rude remark caused Mio to immediately become expressionless, radiating a cold aura.

Masumi felt a chill run down her spine, fearing she might be drawn into a bloody and chaotic battlefield.

"By the way, how long do I, Miss Rugu, plan to stay in Kobe? Is the job at the aquarium alright?"

Mio's tone was clearly barbed. But I, as always, didn't take it to heart and maintained that elegant, impeccable smile.

"Since the event that I've been busy with for a long time has finally ended, I plan to stay a little longer, at least until the end of the New Year in Kobe."

"Wow, that took so long."

Qian'ai quickly tried to ease the awkward atmosphere, "Speaking of which, where did Sister Qian Sui book her hotel?"

I shook my head as usual: "I didn't book a hotel."

"what?"

Qian Ai asked in confusion, "Then..."

"It's a rare opportunity, and I'd like to spend more time with everyone," I said with a smile.

Asami swallowed the pork belly wrapped in lettuce. "So, in other words, Miss Rugu is going to be with us..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mio interrupted her.

“Every room in the coffee shop is occupied.”

"It's okay." I said calmly, "I'm not that delicate. I can just squeeze in with Masumi."

"Sister Qian Sui!!!"

"Hehe~ Just kidding." I gently placed my hand on Qian'ai's shoulder. "Is there anyone here who would like to take me in?"

"Then please let Miss Ru Gu squeeze in with me."

Unexpectedly, it was Mio who spoke.

Her expression now resembled that of someone who had eaten something bitter; she was biting her lower lip tightly, and it felt like all her features were concentrated in the center of her face.

You could tell she was very unhappy without her having to say a word.

"Really? Then please take care of me, Ms. Kurokawa."

I warmly grasped Mio's hand, as if we were old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"Not at all, it is I who should ask for your guidance, Miss Rugu."

Mio narrowed her eyes and said those words with a forced smile.

◇

"...I've always felt that something's been a little strange about you since you came back."

After dinner, which made Masumi somewhat uneasy, he and Rinne were cleaning up in the kitchen when Rinne casually asked a question.

Upon hearing this, Masumi suddenly stopped scrubbing the bottom of the pot with a bristle brush and sighed heavily.

The heiress glanced at him: "What? Are you helpless against that Miss Rugu?"

"……Roughly the same."

Masumi shrugged her shoulders.

From the very beginning, he consciously held a superior position over his senior, which was due to their physiological relationship. He was supposed to be the one to control her emotions, guide her actions, and control her voice.

But now it seems that everything has been reversed.

Masumi had never been so completely controlled by anyone before, as if all her abilities had been stripped away, leaving her powerless to resist.

I wonder where this ancient senior came from?

He subconsciously compared the heiress in front of him with his senior. Although both of them usually appeared calm and composed, they were completely different inside.

Rinne's cold and aloof demeanor, beneath her icy beauty and frosty expression, hides the softest and most glutinous bite of this snow-skinned dumpling.

Just like a princess in a manor or castle who takes off her elaborate gown and changes into a comfortable lace nightgown, revealing, for this very moment, the charm and allure unique to a young girl, beyond the strict rules of etiquette.

As for me, like the ancient predecessor, I used a gentle exterior to hide my sharp edge invisibly. Without seeing any clues, I was forcibly dragged into her trap and fell into her net that binds her prey.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to beat my senior in my entire life."

Masumi sighed again, muttering listlessly to herself.

Rinne looked at him, her cherry lips trembling softly a few times, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"...Although I don't know what happened, I don't want to see you looking so dejected."

The heiress's voice, which was usually crisp and clear, had now become soft and gentle, as if she were trying to soothe his depressed mood.

"Mm." Masumi forced a smile. "Thank you, Rin...Rinne?!"

Those purple eyes that had once met his gaze slowly became invisible.

A dull "humming" sound came from the tap's water pipe.

……

I do not know how long it has been.

Are you feeling a bit more energetic now?

Rinne's usually aloof face flushed slightly as she tried to maintain her usual calm demeanor.

"Oh, yeah."

Masumi managed to squeeze out a sound from her throat.

"Rinne, it's getting late, I'm going back now!"

Suddenly, Qian Ai's voice came from outside the curtain in the back kitchen.

"Well, be careful on the road."

Rinne's voice returned to its usual coldness, and Masumi could hardly believe that she had reshaped the image of the heir so quickly, almost without any hesitation.

"I know, bye!"

"Wait! Qian'ai, it's so late, let me take you to the station."

Rinne turned to leave, but Masumi called her back.

"Ok?"

She tilted her head, unaware of what was going on, her purple eyes clear and bright.

"I'll go see Qian'ai off instead."

As Masumi spoke, she pulled a tissue from her pocket and handed it to her, then lifted the curtain and walked toward her childhood friend who was waiting eagerly at the door.

(End of this chapter)