Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 296, Section 13: "The starving, depraved girl wants to be eaten."

The aroma of roasted meat filled the entire courtyard.

It was early spring, and the heat from the crackling charcoal fire dispelled the chill of the outdoors.

"……what!"

In a corner of the barbecue party at the Starry Night Cafe, Mami sat on a folding chair and suddenly let out a sound of annoyance.

Because on the handheld console she was holding, her character was knocked away by a single blow that dealt 300% damage.

"I...won..."

Haiyue spoke softly to Mami, who was staring intently at the settlement screen and muttering something under her breath.

"Let's play one more round! My skills weren't working well earlier, but I have to beat Xiao Haiyue this time!"

Asami said defiantly.

"Ah."

The two sides thus began their battle once again.

Slender, fair fingers deftly maneuvered between the joystick and buttons, knocking Mami's character out of the arena. The jellyfish girl, relying on her gaming intuition, was calculating how Mami would re-enter the game when—

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"You two, put down your game consoles and come eat."

Black hair, its tips reflecting the firelight, fell through the gap between Haiyue and Mami.

"The match is not... decided yet..."

"We'll eat later. Right now, it's a war between girls!"

Why are you making such a big deal out of it?

Helpless, Masumi used tongs to pick up the grilled beef from the paper plate and held it to Mami's mouth.

"Open your mouth."

"Huh? Now?"

For some reason, the guy made a questioning sound, and his snow-white ears were suspiciously tinged with red.

"Right now... isn't this just too stagnant...? There's not even time to unwind~"

"What strange things are you saying? Open your mouth."

"Ugh~ Masumi-kun is always so domineering."

Mami let out a soft moan—was it a conditioned reflex? Her delicate lips instinctively obeyed his command, timidly opening, her moist tongue finding its proper place, and then—

"So hot, so hot!"

Asami hissed and gasped for breath to cool her mouth, which was filled with scalding hot beef.

The return skill missed its optimal timing, and the character fell directly down, resulting in a loss.

"Why didn't you blow it to cool it down before giving it to me, Masumi-kun?!"

She looked at Masumi with a reproachful gaze.

"You're being waited on and fed, yet you still have such a terrible attitude. You need to reflect on your behavior."

Masumi mercilessly delivered a chop to her hand.

"Woo!"

Ms. Mami placed the handheld console on her lap, her eyes brimming with tears, covered her head, and looked up at Masumi.

"Masumi-kun is so mean! Forcing someone to open their mouth and then shoving it in without a care isn't serving! Or rather, I'm cooperating with Masumi-kun!"

"I have a feeling that you're taking this opportunity to retaliate against other things."

Masumi sighed, then picked up a grilled sausage from the paper plate. This time, she carefully blew on it to cool it down before extending the tongs to Kaigetsu.

"Haiyue?"

"Well."

Upon hearing Masumi's voice, Kaigetsu obediently opened her mouth and unceremoniously took in the glistening, oily grilled sausage.

"Chew, chew~"

Like a hamster, Haiyue puffed out her cheeks, chewed and swallowed her food, and then murmured softly.

"No...the one from before...tastes better..."

"You were playing games the whole time, weren't you? When did you eat sausage?"

Masumi gazed at Kaigetsu, whose lips, kissing the food, possessed a strangely alluring beauty.

"Masumi-kun, I want to eat sausage too!"

Mami shouted from the side.

"The sausages are all gone. If you want some, you'll have to wait for the next batch."

"Hey, how could this be! Masumi-kun is so biased!"

She puffed out her cheeks in a sullen manner and glared at Masumi with a strong and powerful gaze.

"There's some grilled pork belly, you..."

"I want!"

"You answered really quickly."

Masumi sighed, her gaze inadvertently falling on Mami.

"anyway……"

"how?"

Mami tilted her head, completely bewildered.

"Have you gained weight since the New Year?

"I haven't gained weight!"

Mami interrupted him and refuted him decisively.

"It's just...it's just..."

Mami hesitated for a long time, and finally, an expression of unwillingness reappeared on her face.

"Enough! I've decided to practice self-control from now on!"

"Huh? That grilled meat..."

"That piece of meat was enough! I heard that people in ancient times could survive by eating grass and tree roots every day."

"What kind of ancient people are they?"

Masumi sighed with a melancholy heart.

"I really won't eat it!"

"Really (swallows)."

This guy is practically drooling.

"You've been playing games for so long, aren't you hungry?"

"...not hungry."

Asami stubbornly avoided looking away.

Swallow your saliva.

"Here we have grilled black beef and beef; it's the best time to eat it."

"...That kind of thing has nothing to do with me."

"If no one eats Mami's portion, the specially grilled meat will have to be put into the refrigerator."

"...It's a pity, but there's nothing we can do about it."

Ms. Asami continued to hold on.

Swallow your saliva.

"Really? Wagyu beef, which is usually delicate in texture, will separate and solidify its fat after it cools down, causing small white spots to appear on the slices of meat. The meat will also become tough and sticky, and even heating it in the microwave won't help. I don't want this beef to end up like that."

"I told you it was me—"

Glug glug glug glug glug glug glug! !!! !

The cravings in her stomach interrupted Mami's words, and she started making a loud, honest fuss.

"...What?!"

Hearing the groan coming from her stomach, Mami blushed crimson, even down to the roots of her neck.

Her voice rose three octaves, and her fist trembled slightly. She was constantly switching between crying and feeling embarrassed; she was really busy.

"And then what? What do you plan to do?"

Hearing Masumi's words, Mami lowered her head unwillingly, letting out a painful groan from her tightly clenched lips.

Seeing this, Masumi shook his head and said...

"Fine, since you're so determined, I'll just have to eat it myself."

Although Mami didn't make a sound, she made the shape of "ah" with her mouth.

Masumi picked up a piece of beef with her chopsticks, but Mami pressed her hand down on it.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I...I understand...I will do it."

She spoke as if she had come to a realization.

"I see. In that case, is there anything you want to say to me?"

"Well……"

Mami bit her lower lip, her swaying eyes exerting a slight force.

"Tell me, what does Mami want to do?"

"I……"

"Huh? I can't hear what they're saying at all. Could you please speak louder?"

"Waaaaah~~~~!"

Mami's body trembled slightly as she took deep breaths.

finally--

Having made up her mind, Mami placed her hands on her lap, looked directly at Masumi with her moist, brown eyes, and pleaded with all her might:
"Please let me eat Masumi-kun's flesh!" Her white, even teeth, her tongue reflecting a lustrous sheen, her throat about to swallow food, opened the door to her stomach.

In this way, the evil executive Masumi successfully seduced the magical girl "Hungry" into corruption.

"Well, since you've said so, you can have it!"

Masumi picked up her chopsticks, took a thin slice of grilled beef, and placed it on her tongue.

""

Asami's pupils seemed to turn into hearts.

"Ahhh... premium Wagyu beef! Such a rich, fragrant aroma of fat..."

Ms. Mami's expression was already dazed, and she tried hard to suppress her breathing, which was beginning to become heavy.

"Once again... I've been defeated by Masumi-kun..."

—It feels like we're playing some kind of weird game.

After some struggle, the two girls who were being fed by Masumi finally put down their game and joined the lively barbecue party.

"Masumi~"

The sound of shoes crunching on the gravel.

Mio approached him from behind and picked up the beef she had carefully grilled from the paper plate.

"Masumi, ah~"

As Mio mouthed this to him, she curved her lips into a charming smile.

With no other choice, Masumi slightly opened her mouth, and the slice of meat was immediately stuffed into her mouth.

This slice is a Wagyu beef rib with a lot of fat. Although it can get too greasy if you eat a few more slices, the first bite is definitely the most delicious.

"Could it be that Masumi was thinking something indecent just now?"

"No such thing."

Masumi's eyes looked somewhat uneasy.

"Really? I did feel a little bit of your gaze."

Mio kept picking up pieces of grilled meat from the paper plate and bringing them to Masumi's mouth.

"In the past, I might not have understood Masumi's thoughts well enough, but now I understand them very well in every aspect."

She emphasized the last sentence, her voice tinged with a seductive glint.

"...Mio has always been easy to understand."

"Then Masumi, guess what I'm thinking right now?"

Mio asked with a hint of sarcasm, tilting her head to peek at Masumi's expression.

"I think it's the same as what I just said."

Masumi closed her eyes as if in resignation.

"After all, Mio's eyes have been becoming... very feminine lately."

"Eh, you actually said female or something... Masumi, really."

Despite saying that, Mio's expression showed no surprise or displeasure; instead, her eyes gleamed with an eerie, eager light.

"In that case, could you also show me Masumi's masculine side?"

"...Let's talk about it when it's late at night and no one is paying attention."

"Oh, I see. I'm really looking forward to it. How will they deal with me when I'm completely unprepared?"

"What does Mio want me to do? I should think about a list of requests now."

After all, by then there might not be time to think about it.

Masumi doesn't consider herself a person with strong desires. But ever since she crossed that line with the girls at the coffee shop one after another, there have been days when she doesn't think that way.

Whether he was a pervert to begin with, or whether these girls were just too aggressive, is a question that can only be left for future historians to judge.

"I actually prefer a more private environment, after all, even at night, bugs will come out."

"insect?"

Masumi was confused.

"—Mio is being far too unrestrained, showing her infatuated side in front of so many people."

A voice, like a ghost, suddenly came from behind, startling Masumi into a scream.

Mio turned her head away with an unfriendly look.

The heiress had tied her usually loose black hair into a single ponytail, wrapped a blue apron around it, and was staring at the two of them with a cold expression.

"Rinne, and—"

"A Thousand Loves".

Behind Rinne, Chiai stood there with her brows furrowed, arms crossed, looking at them with a scrutinizing gaze.

"What did Masumi-nii just say about planning to do when it's late at night and no one is watching?"

"Uh, no, it's nothing..."

"Ok?"

The two men pressed closer and closer.

"...Please spare me."

Masumi surrendered without hesitation.

But the two girls didn't seem to have calmed down at all; their cherry-pink lips curved into a dangerous arc as they glared at him sharply.

"Masumi-san..."

"Hmm, how is it?"

Chiai maintained her menacing expression and leaned forward.

The hands, which were originally clenched into fists, loosened slightly, like spring snow beginning to melt.

"what--"

Her lips parted like those of a fledgling bird begging for food.

"Huh? What does this mean..."

"Please, Masumi-nii, feed me like you feed other girls!"

"Oh, okay... I understand."

"……Um."

If feeding her is enough to calm her down, then it's a real bargain.

If it were Umi-zuki or Mio, the act of feeding them would probably not be so pure.

Perhaps to avoid embarrassment, the childhood sweetheart closed her eyelids slightly.

Masumi placed the grilled meat on Chiai's tongue, then withdrew her chopsticks and quietly closed her cherry lips.

Chew. Swallow.

"How about it?"

"Yeah, it's delicious."

When Chiai opened her eyes, she saw Masumi gazing at her tenderly. A wave of shame washed over her, making it impossible for her to look properly at her childhood friend's face.

Rinne, watching all this, sighed quietly.

"……Ugh."

With her shoulders and below immersed in slightly hot water, Rinne sighed wearily as she looked up at the damp ceiling.

The conversation Don Quixote had at that time turned out to be just a misunderstanding.

Even though nothing happened, I'm incredibly nervous...

But the most important part is yet to come.

After all, I've already bought both the "Emperor of the Night" and the small box labeled "0.01 for twelve pieces".

If we don't use it all, wouldn't it be a waste of money?

Using the hot water to relax her tense body, Rinne got out of the bathtub and stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

As she wiped the fogged-up mirror with a tissue, she glimpsed her delicate, snow-white curves through the gaps in the fog.

It should be... okay, right?
There was no excess fat around her lower abdomen, nor any underwear marks—her careful skincare routine for this day was well worth it.

Then comes...

The heiress lowered her head.

In fact, Rinne was aware that it had been gradually growing over the past year.

When I measured my upper chest at the beginning of last year, it was 83 centimeters. When I measured it again this year, it was already 89 centimeters.

As a result, all the underwear was changed to E-cup style.

Could it be because I've been eating better nutrition lately?

As the coffee shop's business gradually improved, the budget available for food naturally increased.

No wonder Asami teased her, "Oh my, it seems the heiress's size is growing along with the coffee shop's popularity and revenue."

Although by conventional standards my figure is quite good, but...

...But I have Asami-nee's destructive 97cm...no! It might have broken 100cm now, and that Ms. Iruko is not to be underestimated either, almost on par with Asami-nee.

If you compare yourself to them...

In the mirror, a black-haired girl stood with a cold expression, her hand pressed against her chest.

Masumi, I'm probably already used to Asami's figure. Do I have any way to compete with her?
I'm afraid that's difficult...?
It's probably going to be very difficult...

After letting out a heavy sigh with a melancholy mood, Rinne took the time to carefully wash her long, black, and shiny hair, leaving it damp and not yet dried.

"...Masumi, could you help me blow-dry my hair?"

She moved her lips slightly, rehearsing her opening lines, and then reached out to turn off the showerhead.

I have my strengths, and now that things have come to this, that's the only thing I can believe.

Rinne made up her mind.

(End of this chapter)