Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 327, Section 13: "After They Fell Asleep"

Masumi's voice blended into the low rumble of the bus engine, sounding exceptionally clear.

A year ago, Mami would have found it hard to imagine that the person she once idolized, with a warm smile, was saying these words to her—

"We are a band made up of a group of lonely people, so the songs we write will never make the audience feel lonely."

—This gentle and handsome guy will one day pin you down and shamelessly say, "I'm going to punish you."

It's still that kind of punishment!
The thought of this made Mami uneasy, because she could clearly feel Masumi's hands sliding over her body, releasing his energy and power within any reach.

"M-Matsumi-kun, I'm warning you, I won't be as obedient to you as Mio-san!"

Mami stared at him with her clear, bright brown eyes wide open.

Judging by appearance alone, Masumi is really quite gentle. No one would guess that beneath this gentle and serious exterior lies a sadistic hunter-like side.

She was like a fawn being driven to the edge of a cliff by a hunter, slowly taking two steps back, her pitiful appearance practically beckoning those who were watching her to bravely step forward.

"I know that Mami always has to suffer a bit before she'll listen to me."

Masumi looked at her with a leisurely expression, her teasing tone causing Mami's face to gradually turn red.

"Don't make me sound so bad! This condescending attitude is infuriating!"

Mami was furious and vented her emotions through gritted teeth.

"Shh... I told you not to be so loud, or the other people will really wake up."

As Masumi watched Mami grow increasingly uneasy and felt her body temperature rise, she unconsciously developed a desire to get closer and more intimate with her.

"It's good that you're awake! This way, Masumi-kun won't dare to do anything reckless."

Mami glared at Masumi with annoyance.

"Huh, is Mami provoking my courage?"

Masumi put on a gentle smile, but the shrewishness hidden behind it made Asami unconsciously tremble.

"I-I didn't say that...Speaking of which, isn't Masumi-kun being a bit too domineering! I'm your senior! According to social etiquette, juniors shouldn't talk back to their seniors!"

"When Mami is constantly trying to use her seniority to intimidate others, you have already lost all dignity as a senior in my eyes."

Masumi leaned forward slightly.

"Besides, I've said this many times already: in a relationship, there are only boys and girls, no seniors and juniors."

"It's just Masumi-kun's twisted logic."

Asami leaned back in her chair, her entire body seemingly bound by an invisible force, unable to lift her arms.

She could only continue staring at Masumi with those clear, innocent eyes, trying her best to put on a fierce expression, and stammering out a threat:
"Masaki-kun... if you dare to do anything reckless... I'll... I'll take action."

Asami's stammering threat was clearly not intimidating at all, since she was always the one who was punished by being slapped and spanked.

"Honestly, the thing I regret most is using Mr. Ii Ken's phone to call Masumi-kun back..."

Mami bit her lip, a blush rising on her face.

"what?"

Masumi was taken aback.

"That email... was actually sent to me by Asami?"

Given that their relationship was still a continuation of the Cold War and neither of them was willing to take the initiative to break the ice, Masumi found it hard to imagine that her father would take the initiative to send her that email.

If that's the case, then everything makes sense.

"Well."

Mami quickly covered her mouth.

"I accidentally let it slip."

Masumi smiled and shook her head.

"Isn't this something that needs to be deliberately hidden?"

"That's right, but I hope this secret can be revealed at a more appropriate time, rather than being downplayed like this now."

"So, what timing does Mami want...?"

"Something that could really surprise Masumi-kun..."

"I was indeed very surprised, but thinking about it, I feel relieved, and..."

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly keeping us in suspense?"

"And this makes me like Mami even more."

Masumi placed her hand on her skin, and Mami looked at her intently with burning eyes. She turned her face away shyly.

"Take your hand away!"

It feels nice to be touched. But, no matter what, it's a bit... on a bus.

If she were to crave such actions, to do those exaggerated and perverse things here, and even find it enjoyable, Mami would absolutely not allow herself to be born that way.

But the boy in front of her was clearly pulling her headlong down a path completely contrary to her expectations.

"Mami's thighs are so soft, they feel so fleshy to the touch."

"Is Masumi-kun saying I'm fat!? I'm definitely not as slim as Mio-san or Chia-chan! But I'm more like 'curvy'!"

Asami emphasized this point with conviction.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Masumi nodded indulgently, stroking Mami's entire body from head to toe. Her figure was like a ripe peach, soft and plump, with a wonderful feel to it, making his heart flutter uncontrollably.

"However, since this is part of Asami, I find it cute."

"Stop saying those cheesy lovey-dovey things."

Her body was less resilient than her will; Masumi's feelings were transmitted through her body temperature, causing all of Asami's strength to resist to continuously diminish.

"Don't you like that? So, Asami is the type who wants her boyfriend to take concrete actions?"

"That's how it is, but that's not it either."

"You're speaking in such a philosophical tone, I don't understand it at all."

"It means you should stop, Masumi-kun, and stop pushing your luck!"

As soon as Mami finished speaking, she saw that Masumi not only ignored her, but also gently placed her hand on Mami's cheek, giving her a tender kiss as if feeding a baby bird.

"……don't want."

Asami felt a deep sense of powerlessness from Masumi's relentless pursuit.

What's even more terrifying is that she can't help but want to just give in to Masumi.

"I love you, Mami."

Mami's heart began to race.

"Even if Masumi-kun says that..."

"Turn around."

Masumi leaned close to her profile and whispered near her earlobe.

"Eh, eh?"

The blunt command intensified Mami's sense of shame.

She kept her head down, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, unmoved by Masumi's commands.

"Pretending to be an ostrich again."

Masumi shrugged, looking helpless, and simply grabbed Mami's waist, gently pulling her over so that she was flipped over completely.

"Hey! Masumi-kun?!"

With her softly contoured chin resting on the top of the seat back, Asami's gaze was fixed on the back row.

The first thing I see when I open my eyes is Rinne and Mizuki sleeping peacefully.

Haiyue rested her head on Rinne's shoulder, breathing softly, and rubbed her flaxen hair against it, as if trying to cherish the slight warmth from their skin.

Rinne, on the other hand, remained motionless, her ice-sculpted beauty seemingly brought to life...

Mami had never seen Rinne so quiet, let alone with Umizuki, whose sleeping posture was just as bad as hers, as her pillow.

Masumi's voice came from behind. "Sweetie, hold onto the seat yourself."

"Well?"

Asami's cheeks flushed red to an unbelievable degree. Haizuki and Rinne were less than half an arm's length away from her, and an overwhelming sense of shame overwhelmed her.

"Masumi-kun! Are you crazy? Or has your brain been completely taken over by garbage?"

Mami recalled a similar incident that had happened in her room before, when Rinne was right next to him, but he...

"Asami."

Masumi called her name softly in a deep, hoarse voice.

"do you like me?"

Mami didn't speak, only slightly closed her eyelids and breathed softly.

An unsettling silence fell over the air, broken only by soft rustling sounds.

Do you like me doing this?

Masumi asked again, scanning Mami's back with her eyes.

Asami kept her lips tightly closed, and after a long pause, she finally spoke:

"Whether I say I like it or not, the result is the same anyway."

Masumi smiled and squinted her eyes:

"Does that mean I'm forcing you?"

Mami turned her head away, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Masumi leaned close to Asami's earlobe and said while exhaling:

"Since Mami has given me such high praise, how can I not perform well in return?"

Before Mami could even process what Masumi meant, she had already experienced the effects he described.

……

I wish this kind of time could last forever.

Masumi loved all of Mami's reactions so much that she was reluctant to leave, wishing she could frame all the scenery in a box.

The bus continued its silent journey, and no one noticed that among the two girls sleeping soundly side by side in the back row, the eyelashes of the black-haired girl trembled slightly.

Like a butterfly fluttering its wings lightly in the dark, or a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

It trembled slightly.

Well, it was just a seemingly casual moment.

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"What a huge room...!"

The bus pulled into Takamatsu, and the group jumped off the bus with their luggage and checked into their booked hotel.

Qian Ai was amazed by the spaciousness of the room as soon as she stepped inside.

They are currently staying at a Japanese-style modern hotel in Takamatsu City.

Stepping into the room, taking off my shoes, and opening the paper door, I found myself in a spacious Japanese-style room.

The room is about six square meters in size, easily accommodating six people. The scent of rushes is refreshing and soothing.

In the center of the Japanese-style room is a low wooden table, with cushions on both sides and a tray with a teapot, teacups, and wagashi (Japanese sweets).

Behind the Japanese-style room, by the window, is a mysterious space with a table and two chairs, which is common in Japanese-style ryokans. It seems to be called "Hiroen".

Spaces that use water, such as bathrooms and dressing rooms, are located side by side outside the paper sliding door, to the right of the room entrance.

"It seems to be bigger than the Japanese-style inn we stayed at in Ikaho Onsen and Kyoto."

Masumi nodded.

"Not only is it bigger, but the room rate is also much cheaper."

"Masumi-nii is quite good at budgeting."

Chiai smiled and teased, then glanced at Mami, who looked a little tired, and gently came over to check on her.

"Mami-nee, are you alright? You look so listless. Are you perhaps a little carsick?"

"Hey, it's...it's alright~"

Mami's eyes darted away, and her tone was somewhat uneasy.

"The bus ride was just too bumpy, swaying back and forth, it was a bit tiring~"

"Yeah."

Chiai readily believed Mami's explanation.

"I fell asleep shortly after getting on the bus, but I did feel the bus swaying, and I thought I heard the back seats making a 'creaking' sound..."

Seeing the childhood friend's earnest expression as she recalled the past, Mami panicked.

"Oh, is that so? Um... by the way, this room is huge!"

"..."

Even Qian'ai couldn't help but adopt a suspicious stance, staring directly at her with her emerald eyes:

"Sister Mami, you haven't done anything wrong behind our backs, have you?"

"No, no, I didn't!"

Mami was covered in sweat and her face was flushed as she waved her hands in front of her face.

"Hmm, the reaction is suspicious."

Qian Ai rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.

The next moment, Masumi, who was passing by, slapped him on the butt.

"Ouch! That hurts, Masumi-nii, what are you doing!"

Chiai's delicate buttocks received a solid slap. She covered the painful spot, glared at Masumi with a wronged expression, and exuded an aura of displeasure.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and change your clothes."

Masumi said nonchalantly.

"If we don't go take a bath soon, the public bathhouse will be closing time."

They arrived quite late, but that had one advantage: they could enjoy the feeling of having the place almost to themselves.

The girls changed their clothes in the room without any hesitation, while Masumi consciously went to a corner of the room.

It wasn't because of any indecent behavior or anything like that; it was just that I didn't want my instincts to take the opportunity to bare their fangs in my mind and gnaw at my rationality, which had become precarious recently.

Of the three-hour bus ride, the actual usable time was at most an hour and a half.

And because of the occasion, he always maintained a degree of restraint.

Chiai changed into a white yukata in a great mood. Although it was a little too big, she looked very cute.

She suddenly noticed Masumi glancing in their direction, and Chiai, who had been smiling, immediately put her hands behind her back, warily protecting her buttocks.

Having witnessed her series of actions, Masumi sighed softly:

"There's no need to look so scared. I'm not going to suddenly spank you."

"Who knows! Masumi-nii is the worst-hearted guy!"

"I have always treated Qian'ai with the utmost sincerity."

"Alas! Wouldn't it be even more terrifying if that behavior stemmed from genuine feelings!"

Qian Ai couldn't help but shudder.

Masumi gave her a bitter smile, a smile that betrayed her sincerity, and her already gentle gaze became even more tender.

"I'm ignoring Masumi-nii! I'm going to take a shower~!"

She suddenly stood up from the tatami mat, and even as she walked a few steps toward the sliding door, she still covered her buttocks, adopting a defensive posture.

It was practically like fleeing in panic.

(End of this chapter)