Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 300, Section 17: "How are we supposed to eat like this?!"

The dinner was to be held near Kobe Tower, and Masumi had already booked a table online in advance.

Chiai contacted them on Line, saying she didn't want to go directly to the restaurant alone, so the group arranged to meet at the checkpoint at the train station.

Taking into account the estimated journey, and with the appointed time fast approaching, Masumi stood at the door of the room on the second floor, urging the slow-moving guy inside.

"Mami, you're so slow, it's almost time."

"Okay, right away! I'm still getting dressed."

Ms. Asami, who dressed the most casually at the coffee shop, ended up wearing the most complicated outfit when she went out, showing the heaviest concern for her image.

"If you said you were putting on makeup, I could understand, but it's been so long and you still haven't changed your clothes. Are you wearing a twelve-layered kimono?"

(Note: The twelve-layered kimono is the most elaborate traditional kimono to wear. It requires wearing a "kasa" over the outer garment, and then wearing a formal "karaginu," "sho," and "nagasa" over the kasa, making it extremely formal.)
"Enough with the nagging! When it comes to kimonos, I'm quite good at wearing these complicated clothes. Last year in Uji, it was Chia and I who helped other girls put on their yukatas."

As she said this, her tone rose, clearly pleased with herself.

Even through the door, Masumi could picture Ms. Mami's smug expression.

"Hey, that's right."

Masumi merely went along with her as a perfunctory response.

"Mami is very good at wearing kimonos."

Although she could tell that Masumi was being perfunctory, at least she was going along with her... cough cough! Going along with her, so Ms. Mami just raised an eyebrow and continued.

"Of course, I'm the kind of girl who can easily put on a kimono by myself, especially the obi."

"Kamen Rider?"

The Kamen Rider DX toy belt is very short, a size designed for children. Masumi can no longer wear the OOO belt she bought when she was a child, but the incredibly slim girls in the coffee shop wear it with ease.

"No way! Why are you suddenly bringing up Kamen Rider!"

Mami was dissatisfied.

"I was referring to the obi (sash) of a kimono. The obi is the hardest thing to untie. No matter how hard you try, it won't work if you don't know how."

"Oh."

"By the way, to make it easier to put on and take off yukata and kimono at any time, how about I teach Masumi-kun how to put on a yukata and tie the obi (sash) by himself?"

"No need, I'm not Oda Nobunaga, I don't like women's clothing."

"Seriously, don't make me spell it all out!"

Mami's voice is very troublesome to listen to.

"Don't you want to experience something, Masumi-kun? A festival date? It's a common sight in manga and bishoujo games~ and... yukata H."

"It's Mami behind the door," she said in a suggestive voice.

grunt.

Masumi heard herself swallow.

He admitted that he had indeed felt a shameful flutter of attraction just now, but only a tiny bit, just a tiny bit.

"...I'm not that vulgar."

"You really don't want to? You're not wearing anything under your yukata, you know~"

"Do you think I'm some kind of foreigner from an anime?" Masumi said helplessly.

In comics or anime, there are often female protagonists of foreign origin who, due to the incorrect information that "you should take off your underwear when wearing a yukata," provide a lot of embarrassing fan service scenes.

But Masumi wouldn't be easily fooled. He still vividly remembered the image of the heiress accidentally revealing her cat-patterned cotton briefs from under her yukata.

"...And even outside, where no one is watching, insects will still come out on summer nights..."

"Ugh! How annoying, Masumi-kun, you actually think about this kind of thing? You pervert!"

Asami teased him in an exaggerated, theatrical tone.

"You guy..."

Unable to bear it any longer, Masumi pressed the doorknob and suddenly pushed the door open.

"Hurry up and get dressed and get ready to go out... Uh, why are you dressed like that—"

Asami wore a nude apricot turtleneck sweater, which partially concealed her voluptuous figure, giving her a very gentle and graceful appearance.

She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans with a back zipper, but... she was only half-dressed?
The snow-white semicircle was supported by the jeans, which held up the hip line, making it fit perfectly round on the outside.

"Help me, Masumi-kun."

"Ok?"

Mami suddenly turned her head, and tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Masumi.

"Help me, Masumi-kun! The zipper on my back is completely stuck! I can't put it on or take it off! This is terrible!"

Masumi sighed quietly.

It was absolutely terrible.

"...I mean, how could this happen?"

Mami had been lingering inside for so long because she was struggling with the zipper on her back.

"How would I know, you ask? It probably shrunk after being spun around in the washing machine a few times! This kind of thing happens all the time around me, there's no mistake!"

Asami emphasized this point.

I see. It happens quite often...

I think it's because you took advantage of your body's tendency to "accumulate fat in favorable locations" and overate for a long time, which led to this bitter result.

Masumi secretly cursed.

"You were in there so slowly for so long, I thought you were actually wearing a kimono or an evening gown or something."

"Aside from anime, in reality, only older women, izakaya mamas, and foreign tourists wear kimonos on the street!"

The first two don't seem to conflict.

"I agree with that, but what about the evening gown?"

"Why would you wear an evening gown to an izakaya? It's completely mismatched with my style! And it would be terrible if grease splattered on my clothes."

"I see, I have no problem now."

Masumi's tone was like that of a college student attending a job interview.

With sharp eyes, Mami glared at him fiercely.

"I have a problem! A big problem! Stop leisurely watching the show! Masumi-kun, hurry up and help me zip up my fly. Hurry up!"

Miss Mami swayed her body, urging him impatiently.

"I see."

Masumi sighed, thoroughly annoyed, and approached, looking at the zipper, she asked:

"Speaking of which, are you going to pull it up or pull it down?"

"Anything is fine, as long as I can get rid of this nightmare. I feel so awful right now!"

"Okay, don't move around."

Masumi tried her best to remain calm, avoiding staring at the two plump, beautifully shaped peaches, and with a exertion, slowly pulled the zipper up—

The metal zipper made a faint sound, but remained completely still.

Huh?
Undeterred, Masumi tried again, going up if it didn't work, then down.

Huh?

It remained completely still.

No. Absolutely not.

Masaki was disheartened.

It wasn't just because of her overflowing figure; the zipper on her jeans seemed to be stuck to the fabric underneath, not moving at all.

No matter how hard Masumi pulled on the zipper, it was to no avail.

"...Masumi-kun, are you really helping me?!"

"Perhaps I've been waiting a bit too long," Ms. Mami questioned aggressively.

"Of course, can't you feel my efforts?"

"I can't feel it at all. Is Masumi deliberately trying to amuse herself by watching me look pathetic, and that's why she's dawdling like this?"

"You think of me as far evil as I do," Masumi sighed.

"This is clearly the truth!"

Miss Asami angrily accused:

"Masumi-kun...have you forgotten all the terrible things you did to me before?! You pervert! Scum! Sadist!"

"Uh, about this..."

Masumi's eyes looked somewhat uneasy.

"That was just for fun on special occasions."

"Don't make it sound so casual! Taking pleasure in my pain is a perverse taste!" Mami frowned, trembling with anger, and was about to turn around and challenge Masumi.

Sensing that things were about to get complicated, Masumi used her most effective attack on Mami, slapping her soft, delicate buttocks with a "smack".

"babble--!"

She cried out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.

"That's it, one of Masumi-kun's wicked tastes."

While whispering devilish words like "Mami's butt is perfect for getting smacked until it's red and swollen" in her ear, he slapped her mercilessly, like disciplining a disobedient child.

Asami turned her head and looked at Masumi's innocent face, as if to say, "I was just acting in self-defense."

Despite his serious and composed appearance, he has such a wicked heart.

Mami stared intently at him, then felt a surge of anger and wanted to pounce on him, reach out, and pinch his nose.

"Wait! Don't move."

Masumi suddenly said.

Mami tilted her head slightly, looking puzzled.

"What, what's wrong?"

"It's a zipper..."

Masumi suddenly noticed that in the instant Mami tensed up in pain, the zipper seemed to loosen its grip on the fabric, allowing it to slide down a small distance.

I tried it, and it's true.

However, once Mami relaxed, all of this was once again hindered by fat, preventing her from making any progress.

I can't believe such a thing actually happened...

After a moment of contemplation, Masumi spoke:

"Mami, I have good news and bad news to tell you."

"Huh? What?"

Masumi then explained his observations and the solutions he had come up with.

Upon hearing his words, Mami's face immediately turned red to the roots of her neck, and she shook her head frantically like a rattle drum.

"No way! How can you help someone put on their pants like that!"

"If I don't do it this way, I have no other choice."

Masumi shrugged.

"Mami, you'll have to figure it out yourself."

"Huh? You're kidding, right?"

"No, it's true."

Seeing that Masumi was adopting a hands-off attitude, Mami immediately panicked.

"Don't go! Masumi-kun, I can't go out like this! Hmm! I understand... I'll do as you say!"

She made up her mind to go all out, clenching her teeth like a samurai committing seppuku in the Edo period.

Masumi nodded seriously.

"I understand. I won't let you down, Mami."

……

After an agonizing half-minute, Mami finally escaped the nightmare, but at the cost of a burning pain in her buttocks.

"Masumi-kun...you went too far. Are you taking revenge for personal reasons?"

"You've crossed the river and then burned the bridge; you've gotten out of trouble and now you're turning your back on me. Mami should at least thank me first, right?"

Masumi said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Masumi-kun, you just wait..."

Not wanting to hear her soft yet harsh words, he casually patted her buttocks.

"babble!"

Mami let out a mournful cry, and Masumi could feel her buttocks trembling even through her pants.

Asami even suspected that Masumi-kun was planning to switch from guitarist to drummer, since he didn't have a drum set and was mischievously practicing as an instrument...

Masumi, unaware of the complex emotions swirling within her, continued speaking on her own.

"Alright, it's time to head to the restaurant."

"Wait, something just occurred to me."

"It's Mami," Mami suddenly said.

"what?"

"If the zipper is stuck, just lubricate it with Vaseline! Why resort to such a shameful method?!"

Miss Mami, who only realized this belatedly, shouted in exasperation.

"Yes."

Masumi nodded, then looked away.

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If you board the train at the station near the coffee shop, there are usually seats available in the carriage.

The well-dressed girls sat side by side on a chair, and just sitting there motionless looked like a work of art.

"Sister Mami, why don't you sit down? There are empty seats here."

Rinne looked at Asami standing in the carriage with a puzzled expression. Asami's slender fingers gripping the handrail trembled slightly, and her gaze seemed to be glancing at a certain place.

Yes, that's where Masumi is sitting.

"No need, we're only a few stops away anyway."

"How strange."

Mio said.

"Miss Mami usually prefers to lie down rather than sit, and sit rather than stand. Why is she acting differently today?"

"Waaah, Ms. Mio made such a bad impression of me, as if I were a lazy, homebody who just stays in her room all day."

“Because that’s how it is.”

Rinne, Mio, and Masumi spoke in unison.

"...That's it...like that."

Haiyue's voice arrived late.

"You've gone too far!"

Miss Mami was sullen.

"Anyway, today I'm going to... ugh!?"

Mio suddenly stood up, grabbed Mami's shoulder, and pulled her to sit down in her seat without saying a word.

"Ms. Mio?"

“I’m bothered by you standing there.”

She explained without any expression.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Mami was puzzled, but Mio didn't explain.

She noticed from the beginning that from the moment Mami stood there, Masumi's gaze had been fixed on Mami's chest with great interest (actually, she was gloating that Mami couldn't sit down because of her sore butt).

Honestly, Masumi should spend as much time looking at her as possible!

"No, really, it's not necessary, Miss Mio. I don't want to sit today..."

Masumi, sitting next to him, smiled and reminded him:

"Sit down slowly, Mami, be careful your butt hurts."

Mami stopped, glanced at him sideways, and saw Masumi's ambiguous smile. She bit her lower lip hard in anger. Masumi-kun is bullying her!

"Woo..."

It really hurt after she sat down. Just as she was about to get up, Masumi pressed her shoulder down again.

"Behave yourself, don't jump around in the carriage."

Her swollen, burning buttocks were already painful from being tightly wrapped in jeans, and now they were pressed against the seat, making her feel numb, aggrieved, and anxious all at once.
How are we supposed to eat later like this?!

◇

"cheers!"

After the beer and drinks were served, Mami cheerfully led the way in raising her glass, and the dinner party began.

(End of this chapter)