Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 286, Section 3: "Isn't this what you wanted?"

Upon opening the door, Masumi was taken aback to find a beautiful woman wearing only a bath towel standing in the doorway.

"Mami, what's wrong with you—"

“We can talk about this later, Masumi-kun. Let me come inside first, it’s so cold here.”

Asami swayed slightly as if she felt cold. She was barefoot on the corridor floor, and her hair was shiny with moisture.

"After all, it's only the beginning of March."

Masumi sighed, opened the door, and let Asami slip into the room.

"Phew, finally it feels a little warmer."

"It will be even warmer if you snuggle inside the fireplace table."

He looked at Mami, who was wrapped in a bath towel and sitting on his bed. Her exposed skin was slightly flushed from the bath, making her look very beautiful.

"Then all my outfit would be for nothing."

As Mami reached out and fiddled with her hair, she switched legs and crossed them, rubbing her knees together as she did so, creating a subtly seductive gesture.

Masumi looked away to avoid getting too carried away.

This completely unguarded look is so stimulating to Masumi… no, it's so stimulating to the fantasies of ordinary boys.

The body, which appears to be completely unguarded, is also a sharp weapon.

"how?"

"what?"

"Seeing Mami-sama dressed up so meticulously, doesn't Masumi-kun feel a flutter in his heart?"

Mami revealed a mischievous smile and dangled her fair and alluring arches in front of Masumi.

What kind of elaborate dressing is it to use a towel?

"They actually used a towel to pretend they were dressed up carefully. I'm sure Chiai will take it seriously when she hears this."

"Using another girl to change the subject, ugh, Masumi-kun is so awful."

When Ms. Mami got angry, it was as if two rabbits were hiding in her bath towel, but she didn't kick Masumi in a fit of rage as usual.

The reason is easy to imagine.

Masumi tried her best to only glance sideways, avoiding staring directly at the fair skin, while maintaining a calm demeanor as she spoke.

"...Speaking of which, what are you doing here in my room dressed like this after you just took a shower?"

"This operation was launched to make Masumi-kun my fan... no! My prisoner!"

Wearing only a bath towel, Mami, speaking these words in Masumi's room, looked like a soldier who had been fighting something all along.

However, judging from her current appearance, it would be more appropriate to call her a defeated soldier.

"If you remove the chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) aspect of that statement, then it basically means... seducing boys, right?"

"That's way too blunt!"

Mami pouted, looking dissatisfied.

"Didn't Masumi-kun say he liked me? Then tell me why you like me."

Her coffee-colored eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sharp, scrutinizing quality.

"Huh? Didn't I already say that on the Venus Bridge the other day?"

"That's not enough at all!"

Mami got up from the bed, knelt on the carpet, and moved her knees closer to Masumi.

"Based on that one sentence, I seriously doubt Masumi-kun's sincerity. Could it be that he only likes my looks?"

She aligned her gaze with Masumi's as she sat, bending slightly forward as if deliberately exposing her skin beneath the loose bath towel to him.

Masumi nodded.

"I think your suspicions are somewhat justified."

"Don't go along with what I'm saying!"

Mami nudged Masumi's side with her elbow, staring intently at him.

Masumi felt something was off. Asami kept staring at his pants, as if trying to glean something from them.

"Honestly, Masumi-kun is just a scumbag with a head full of women."

Mami frowned and said irritably.

"What do you mean by that...?"

Suddenly, a weight came from his body. Before Masumi could react, Mami was already sitting on his lap, and he could feel the flesh spreading out to his sides.

"Asami?"

"This is Masumi-kun's punishment. For the rest of the time, you will be Mami-sama's human chair. Even if your legs go numb, you are not allowed to move."

As Mami picked up the handle, her moist peach petals pressed against Masumi's leg without any sense of boundaries.

"Come to think of it, isn't this actually a reward for Masumi-kun?"

Asami nestled against his chest, her body warm from her recent shower.

Although it has become the most useful hot water bottle in this cold weather, the snow-white skin under the bath towel is really hard for the eyes to bear.

"Ah──"

Masumi replied casually to conceal her true thoughts while staring at the moving game characters on the monitor screen.

"No, I am still a gentleman..."

"Oh, isn't that right?"

Asami smiled in surprise and said something meaningful.

"He was having secret rendezvous with several girls in one day."

As Mami blushed as she spoke, but ultimately couldn't be too blunt, so she protested by nudging Masumi's chin with the back of her head.

"Idiot, don't suddenly bump into me."

As Masumi fled from the irresistible scent of shampoo that filled her nostrils, she said:
"I already made my feelings clear on Valentine's Day."

"Wow, they have absolutely no shame! Is this what they mean by 'Once you accept your own shamelessness, you're invincible'?"

Mami frowned, a knot forming between her brows in displeasure. A moment later, a mischievous grin spread across her face, and she pressed herself against him forcefully. Oh no! If she's this close, it'll be—
"I knew it from the very beginning, Masumi-kun is a pervert!"

"..."

Masumi silently looked away, but Mami didn't let him off so easily. As if she wanted to catch Masumi, she turned her face back to him.

"Should we do something that Xiaohaiyue and Miss Mio on the third floor can't know about?"

She murmured this to Masumi in a provocative and seductive tone.

It's easy to guess how Masumi would answer.

"No... no! I really don't want to... anyway, you're just trying to tease me, aren't you?"

"No, no, no, I'm serious this time, Masumi-kun. Holding back isn't good for your health~"

"If you keep talking, I might actually do something unpredictable."

"Is that so? Then please go ahead. Lady Mami is much stronger than you think, she's definitely not a nobody!"

Asami's lips curled into a smile that was inexplicably brimming with emotion. Tearing off this man's poker face, she found him quite interesting indeed.

If I could, I really wouldn't want to give up this enjoyment so easily.

Thinking of the two unbearable scenes she witnessed today, and recalling her cowardly reaction last autumn in Kashiwa City when she was prepared but backed down, Mami couldn't help but grit her teeth and snort coldly through her nose.

Her pink lips trembled restlessly, as if she were taunting Masumi, and she said:
"If Masumi-kun isn't incompetent, then please give it a try."

Never casually challenge someone's self-esteem or bottom line.

Miss Mami doesn't understand this principle yet, and she soon suffers the consequences.

"In that case, I will grant your wish."

First, Masumi let out a long sigh, then the boy who was acting as a chair beneath her suddenly moved. Asami fell off the chair.

"Alas!"

The back of her head hit the ground unexpectedly, and Mami let out a soft groan.

She opened her eyes, her gaze seemingly in protest, but the next moment it was filled with panic.

With her palms pressed against the floor on either side of her shoulders, supporting her body with her arms, Masumi looked like a weight.

As for the targets of suppression—it goes without saying.

Huh, huh, huh? Could it be... could it really be...?
Asami instinctively clenched the towel around her neck, her whole body tense like a stone.

Their eyes met in the air, and Masumi slowly took off her coat in front of her.

Mami's heart skipped a beat.

Wait, really? No, wait, I... I didn't intend to go that far!

Just as Mami was about to close her eyes tightly, she felt a calm breath on her lips. ...Huh?

Mami opened her eyes tremblingly, her consciousness seemingly being sucked into Masumi's pupils.

They kissed.

Moreover, Masumi-kun silenced her with a forceful kiss.

If it's just about skin touching, I did it impulsively this morning, but it's completely different from what I'm doing now.

What visits Mami's heart is a fresh feeling she has never experienced before.

Whether you call it a fluttering heart or a warm feeling welling up from the bottom of your heart, it's all the same.

At first, Mami was so nervous that her whole body was tense and her face was red, but gradually she calmed down and returned to normal.

It felt like receiving a hug, a warm current flowing through my entire body.

After seeing their lips part, Mami was still in a daze, while Masumi observed her face with a strange expression.

"...Mami's reaction is really exaggerated."

"Huh? Uh, ah!"

Mami, who had been in a daze, hurriedly wiped her lips. Oops! She was drooling.

Am I some kind of infatuated woman? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
But then again, wasn't everything she'd been doing just now just trying to seduce Masumi-kun...?
Even if Masumi-kun actually responds to her "wish" now, it seems she has no right to complain?
"Eeeeeeeeeeeee!"

In the silence where only the sound of her heartbeat could be heard, Mami's gaze darted left and right before she placed her tense, stiff hand on Masumi's chest and pushed him back.

"Never mind..."

Mami propped herself up and sat up from the floor.

"What are you shy about? Where did your enthusiasm go?"

"I'm not shy..."

The more he tried to cover it up, the more he stammered and hesitant he became.

"sorry!"

Mami suddenly raised her voice.

Actually, I'm not ready yet!

"what?"

Masumi was dumbfounded.

"Wasn't that kiss just now a sign that you were already mentally prepared?"

"certainly not!"

While it's true that there's a saying that a long kiss ends with the permission to touch each other, a gesture of acceptance and recognition... a kind of ritual...

but--

Masumi-kun, however, displayed an expression in front of her like a moth drawn to a lamp.

An expression that showed no sign of giving up.

This was the first time Mami had ever seen Masumi so aggressive. Her body froze on the spot, cold sweat trickling down her neck as if from an emotional reaction, and her whole body began to tremble.

I'm afraid my courage has truly run out...

Mami regretted her impulsive actions; she should have just pretended not to see it.

Seeing that Mami was startled on the spot, Masumi slowly reached out her hand towards her face.

Then, like loving a cat, gently stroke the silly beauty's cheek and smile tenderly.

Asami loves seeing Masumi's gentle smile; it has a soft, enveloping quality.

That hand gesture, that expression.

Like how a person treats a small bird, cherishing something delicate and in need of protection, the kind of observation from outside the cage.

"Asami."

After a brief call, Masumi moved her hand from the side of her face to the top of her head.

"I like you."

He looked into her eyes as he spoke.

"Masumi-kun."

Mami opened her eyes wide, and it seemed that there were sparkling tears in her eyes.

"I like you too……"

She whispered those words in Masumi's ear, her sweet voice melting in his eardrums and sending a tingling sensation through his mind.

"Thank you, I... am no longer worried."

She squinted slightly, smiling gently with a happy expression.

But when she saw the silhouette reflected in her pupils the next moment, Mami was stunned and tilted her head to the side.

"Eh? Masumi-kun...? Why?"

"Didn't you say you were no longer worried?"

Masumi said nonchalantly.

"The atmosphere is completely ruined! Masumi-kun, this—"

Asami gritted her teeth, releasing her emotions, and then lowered her head in a huff.

"I understand! You scumbag!"

Masumi didn't mind the change in how she addressed her and nodded.

"Then please."

The gaze fell on Asami's hair on her head and her buttocks kneeling on her ankles.

I thought she would become obedient like this, but Mami's little finger gently came over and touched Masumi's hand that was resting on her knee.

Then, with a clear will, she stroked Masumi's little finger with her fingertips.

"...Asami?"

"Holding hands makes me feel more at ease."

"Ok."

It starts at the tip of the nail, then moves past the first joint, the second joint, and comes to the base of the little finger.

Asami's fingers slipped between Masumi's fingers, trembling as they intertwined.

"Don't get too cocky, Masumi-kun!"

Mami still looked indignant, her voice broken and accompanied by panting, but Masumi didn't care, only focusing on feeling her warmth.

When my palm touched hers, I felt how incredibly soft, smooth, and delicate it was.

Mami's hands are considered large for a girl, but they are completely hidden under Masumi's palms.

Only at this moment could Masumi not truly feel that she was a man, and that she was a woman.

He wanted to confirm this difference between men and women further, so he slid his palm toward his wrist.

Asami's fair wrists were so slender they looked like they could break at any moment; you could easily wrap your thumb around them.

Making that gesture is practically like handcuffing her. As long as Masumi maintains this position, she won't be able to escape.

I could feel Asami's subtle pulse at my fingertips, as if we were sharing her heartbeat.

Gradually, their conversations ceased.

……

When the signal resumed as if interrupted, Mami's face was flushed as she looked up to meet his gaze. A few strands of hair clung to the corner of her lips.

Her delicate, white throat bobbed unguardedly, her voice thicker than usual.

"Idiot Masumi-kun..."

Those beautiful coffee-colored eyes reflected only Masumi, their surface misted with a faint haze.

It was as if someone had bullied me.

Aggrieved.

Masumi couldn't help but gently stroke her hair, but unexpectedly, this only provoked her resistance.

Mami first glared at him fiercely, then looked up at him and begged for mercy.

"Please, Masumi-kun, it's all my fault, let's end it here—"

"How can this end? You've been teasing me all the time, so today I'm going to get my revenge."

Masumi placed her hand on the side of her face and said with a tense expression:
"Isn't this what you wanted... Is this okay?"

(End of this chapter)