Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 70 1. "Kurokawa Mio is a very dangerous woman"

An ambiguous orange light slanted in through the glass door, dividing the room into a geometric space of interlaced light and dark. The chirping of cicadas and the cawing of crows mingled in the sweltering air.

——At such an evening.

Masumi narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was not because of the light of the setting sun, but because there was a more dazzling figure.

Her long honey-gold hair flows gracefully over her shoulders.

The figure with her back to him was slender and graceful, with a thin and soft black summer dress lightly wrapped around her body curves, and her shoulders and back were straight and clear.

Masumi stared blankly at the back for a long while, and a feeling of depression rose from his chest and fell heavily into his heart that was beating so hard that it was about to jump out.

He then remembered to breathe.

Masumi then let out a quiet breath and whispered to the girl in front of him.

"Long time no see, Kurokawa."

Mio Kurokawa, the keyboardist of the underground band "Seven Bitternesses", is also his ex-girlfriend in Tokyo.

After unilaterally breaking up on LINE, Masumi never imagined the scene of the two meeting again, so for him, this reunion came unexpectedly and he was unprepared.

Hearing his voice, Kurokawa Mio turned around slightly, revealing a cold face with frosty brows.

The slender tails of the eyes are imposing, and the upward arc is like the tip of a knife tempered by ice. With full confidence, it gives people a cold and elegant feeling that makes people dare not look directly at it.

This kind of coldness is different from that of Kamishiro Rin.

After spending two months with the latter, Masumi discovered that she was actually just a quiet and steady girl, kind to others and good at taking care of others. Her aggressive attitude was more of a disguised protective color, and she was destined not to be truly aggressive.

In comparison, the girl in front of him named "Kurokawa Mio" is definitely much more dangerous.

She just stood there with a cold face, and the air around her was filled with an air that seemed ready to explode, as conspicuous as a hatchet.

Wait...why did I think of a hatchet.

Masumi felt a sudden chill on his back.

At the end of my sight, I caught a glimpse of that delicate and fair face, with slightly curled honey-gold hair, vaguely pointing to the bright red lips.

Kurokawa Mio raised the corners of her lips, smiled, and narrowed her eyes.

"Long time no see, dear—"

Her voice is mellow, and if you only listen to her voice, it gives people the gentle and sweet feeling of a newlywed wife.

The black skirt ripples with every step, and the outstretched calves have a graceful curve, slender and straight, yet also smooth and tight, white and slender.

"Ka-ka-ka-ka"

The heels made crisp sounds on the floor, and through the gaps in the sandals one could see the graceful curves of the white and tender insteps, with the tips of the toenails gleaming a bright scarlet.

Kurokawa Mio put her hands behind her back, walked slowly closer, and suddenly tilted her head.

The right half of her face was hidden in a faint shadow, and she looked at Masumi with an unsettling smile.

"Hey, Masumi."

The tone that was so gentle just now suddenly changed into a bone-chilling cold tone.

"Why do you want to leave me?"

An unknown flash of light pierced Masumi's vision, and he narrowed his eyes subconsciously. At the same time, he heard the anxious cries of several girls.

"Masumi!"

"Masumi-kun!"

"Mr. Masumi!"

With his pupils suddenly widened, he saw that Kurokawa Mio's right hand, which was originally hidden behind her back, suddenly flashed, waving a fruit knife and stabbed hard at his lower abdomen.

"Go to hell! Scumbag——"

In an instant, Masumi watched helplessly as the cold weapon pierced into his body.

"Kurokawa..."

He was speechless as the cold blade pierced into his lower abdomen, followed by intense pain.

My pupils lost focus, my vision blurred, and my consciousness gradually withdrew from my body...

Wait!
Masumi blinked in surprise.

The description just now was just imagination. In reality, there was no pain, only the dull feeling of the plastic pressing against the abdomen.

"Hey, are you really scared? I was just kidding."

The girl with honey-blonde hair smiled and raised the fruit knife in her hand to show him. Only then did Masumi realize that it was a folding plastic toy knife.

It turned out to be a false alarm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare Masumi." Kurokawa Mio said apologetically, "I just wanted to do a little psychology experiment."

She threw away the toy knife, put her right hand in front of her cheek, pushed the hair behind her ear, and smiled embarrassedly.

“Have you heard of the suspension bridge effect?”

Mi Yan Ni Li's delicate face showed a girlish and innocent expression, making it hard to imagine that she was the same person who had just coldly stabbed someone with a knife.

"Long time no see. I really missed you, Masumi."

As she spoke, she opened her arms and when Masumi was unable to respond because his mind was blank, she reached out and entangled the back of Masumi's head.

The white and tender toes are curled together, stretched tight and raised on tiptoe.

Kurokawa Mio pressed all her weight on him, and through the thin and soft summer skirt, she could feel the soft touch of this delicate body to Masumi.

Her embrace was moist and warm, like a net that slowly opened and then desperately tightened.

The suspension bridge effect refers to the involuntary acceleration of a person's heart rate when crossing a suspension bridge with trepidation. If they happen to meet another person at this moment, they will mistakenly attribute this accelerated heartbeat to the other person, feeling a flutter and believing they are in love with the other person.

"How's it going? Are you more attracted to me, Masumi?"

The arms that held him tightened.

The rich fragrance wafts to the tip of the nose. The scent is as soft and deep as rose dew, with a slightly moist scent.

However, Masumi had no romantic thoughts at the moment, her cheeks flushed and her breathing was rapid.

"Kurokawa...let go first...you're holding me too tightly...I can't breathe."

"I do not want."

Kurokawa Mio refused without hesitation.

Her face was filled with trance-like happiness, and her soft, plump red lips kept moving closer, too close.

"If I let go, you'll definitely leave without saying goodbye, just like you did in Tokyo."

"Do you know how long I've been looking for you? I went to the coffee shop where you worked part-time, your landlord and neighbors in Ogikubo, Hayakawa and Minami, the convenience store you frequented, the ramen shop, the barber shop, I went to them all..."

"I'm sorry, Masumi, it took me so long to find you in Kobe."

"I will never let you leave my side again. So this time, I will never let go!"

She entangled Masumi's breath with her hair, and her whispers were as moist as plum rain.

The overflowing emotions were light and flowing, like a flexible spider silk, seeping out little by little from a hidden corner, and inadvertently forming a dizzying silk web that gradually spread along the hands and feet.

Until it wraps around the ends of your hair, covers your breathing, takes away the warmth of your skin, and from the deepest part of your body, you can truly feel the invisible pressure from her.

"...Calm down first, Kurokawa. Let's sit down and talk slowly."

Masumi kept backing away, and his lower back unexpectedly bumped into the table and chair behind him. A dull pain came from deep in his tailbone, making him gasp.

"And didn't I send you a LINE message? Why..."

Masumi was halfway through his words when, as if to stop him from continuing, the arms wrapped around the back of his head and neck tightened.

"LINE? What are you talking about? I don't understand anything."

Kurokawa Mio tilted her head, and the corners of her lips curled up in a smooth arc.

"Oh~ I remembered that my phone accidentally fell into the pool that day and broke, so I didn't see the message you sent. Sorry, dear."

"However, I did ask someone to restore the chat data, so I have saved all the chats before 4:17 on April 0th. After all, these are precious memories between us."

"What did you text me the other day? Were you asking me to go out for dinner? Or to the rehearsal room? Or maybe you were asking me to see the cherry blossoms?"

"Forget it, none of this matters, as long as you stay with me."

Her tone was incredibly gentle, but the strength in her hands was terrifying. It was so painful, Masumi felt like he couldn't breathe, as if he was drowning in her emotions.

"Kurokawa... cough cough..."

It seemed that his violent coughing had worked, and Kurokawa Mio's dazed expression finally regained some clarity. After seeing Masumi's painful face, he hurriedly loosened his arms, relieving the pressure on Masumi's neck.

"I'm sorry, Masumi, I didn't mean to. Are you okay?"

She asked cautiously, her eyes bewildered.

"No, it's okay." Masumi let out a long breath, and the dull pain in his chest turned into a swarm of butterflies, fluttering around in his ventricles, knocking away the scales. The sweet fragrance of a young girl seemed to still linger on his nose.

"I just need to take a break."

"That's it, that's good."

Kurokawa Mio also let out a quiet breath, then revealed a satisfied expression. She gently pressed her cheek against his chest, rubbing it gently like a spoiled cat. "Masumi... there's danger..."

Haiyue's voice slowly floated over at this time.

The girl with honey-gold hair's eyes froze when she heard that, and the smile on her face froze. She turned away from Masumi and looked at the other four girls in the store.

Facing her sharp gaze, several girls pursed their lips a little uneasily.

"Masumi, they are..."

"My colleague at the coffee shop..." After a moment of hesitation, Masumi added, "He's also my friend."

"I see, it's a colleague."

Kurokawa Mio clasped her hands together loudly and smiled brightly again.

She stood still again, folded her hands naturally in front of her, and bowed slightly with a decent posture, giving people a very well-educated impression.

"Hello everyone, nice to meet you. My name is Kurokawa Mio, I'm Masumi's girlfriend from Tokyo. Thank you for your guidance."

"Thank you very much for taking care of Masumi."

"Hello, Miss Kurokawa." Asami hesitantly greeted him. Her mind and heart hadn't yet recovered from the previous scene, and she blurted out without thinking: "Uh... not the ex-girlfriend..."

"It's my girlfriend, for sure."

Kurokawa Mio still had a smile on her face, and suddenly took a step forward towards Asami, giving people a very oppressive feeling.

Rinne instinctively extended an arm to protect Asami.

"Ms. Kurokawa..."

"Just call me Mio." Kurokawa Mio chuckled, "Since Masumi only calls me Kurokawa, I want to make this his unique name."

"...But there are other girls named Kurokawa, right?"

Mami's slightly weak voice came, it was rare to see her timid side.

"I won't give those women the chance to get close to Masumi." Kurokawa Mio smiled with narrowed eyes, calmly said a chilling sentence, and nodded to Rinone: "Please give me your guidance, Miss Rinone."

"...Please give me your guidance, Ms. Mio."

Linyin nodded, her pupils trembling slightly as she asked, "You know my name?"

"Oh." Kurokawa Mio simply responded with a faint "Excuse me" and turned her gaze back to Masumi.

"Okay, Masumi, let's go back."

"Where are you going?" Masumi asked knowingly.

"Needless to say? Tokyo, of course." An innocent smile appeared on her face. "Aren't we going to form a band together?"

"…the band is over."

"No, it's not over yet."

Kurokawa Mio shook her head slightly.

"Only Hayakawa and Minami left. Aren't you and I still here? We can find a new drummer and bassist and start over. I know a great bassist who's a professional substitute for thirty bands. If you don't want to be hurt by the others leaving, we can form a duo. That would be the best, a world just for Masumi and me. Whether it's bass, drums, or any other instrument, I can learn it for Masumi. I just want to be Masumi's musician..."

She had been talking to herself since a while ago, leaving no room for Masumi to interrupt, and she showed no intention of stopping.

"Kurokawa."

Masumi called her name softly, and finally made Kurokawa Mio stop.

"What's wrong? Masumi."

The girl also called Masumi's name in the softest voice, her eyes full of hope.

"I've decided to give up music. I don't have the talent to form a band, so..."

"That's not the case!"

Kurokawa Mio suddenly shouted anxiously, her voice so loud that it startled everyone around her.

"If Masumi doesn't have any talent, then what am I to be drawn to your singing?"

"Please, Masumi, come back to Tokyo with me and form a band, okay?"

"Didn't you say a band is a 'group with a shared destiny'? It's a place where we can share joy and pain, and move forward together."

"Let me share all of Masumi's pain. Masumi just needs to play guitar and sing happily like before!"

"So, please, don't stop here, okay?"

Her every word was so agonizing that she immediately hugged Masumi once again.

The wet feeling coming from her shoulder told Masumi that she was crying.

Kurokawa Mio's movements this time were particularly gentle, like a soft cloud, as if a little more force or a little higher temperature would make it melt like a pastry.

Masumi sighed several times, but still held her waist vaguely, and the soft waistline hidden in the tightness fell into his palm.

He gently pushed Kurokawa Mio away, then looked at her face and said calmly, "Kurokawa, listen to me..."

"You have your own goals, but if you're with me, you won't be able to achieve them. Besides, my feelings for you aren't love..."

"...As long as there's no one like me holding you back, with your musical talent, you'll become a remarkable person one day..."

"I don't want to hear that!"

Kurokawa Mio found herself yelling.

Masumi stared at her wordlessly.

Sparkling emotions overflowed from her eyes. The girl with honey-gold hair looked distracted. Her clasped fingers turned pale and discolored from exerting too much force. She then muttered to herself with a sad expression:
"Why... do you say such sad things?"

"It's obviously not your fault that the band broke up."

His bewildered gaze fixed on Masumi's face, Kurokawa Mio grabbed his hand tightly, and then quickly shortened the distance between them.

Those beautiful black pupils were as dark and deep as a black hole, and a terrible sense of oppression came from the front.

"Masumi, if you are willing to start over, I will always be by your side, even if you break up with me."

"If it's Masumi, I'd do anything for you."

Her voice became deeper and deeper.

"Would you mind forming a band with me again?"

"..."

After a long while, all that responded to her was Masumi's silent sigh.

"Kurokawa, you don't have to be like this."

Kurokawa Mio said nothing, but just held Masumi tightly with her obsidian eyes. She was still waiting for his next words, a clear answer.

She stared at him with an almost pleading look, which made people feel heartbroken. The emotional impulse of "not having the heart to hurt her and wanting to protect her" overwhelmed Masumi's rationality, and he forced himself to suppress this emotion.

A person's life is ultimately that person's life, and it is impossible to take responsibility for anyone else. If you don't explicitly refuse here, it will only bring more difficult-to-heal trauma.

He lowered his head for a long while, carefully choosing words in his mind, but in the end he could only say one sentence with a sigh:
"Feel sorry."

The pursuit I once had suddenly broke into my current dull life. Even if I wanted to pick it up again, the ending had already been decided. Everything returned to reality, the dream went away, and then I suddenly realized it.

Her long honey-gold hair swayed gently.

"If it's Masumi, there's no need to apologize."

Hearing the answer, Kurokawa Mio's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly and a smile appeared on her face.

Although his eyebrows were furrowed like a figure eight, a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

"As long as it is your choice, I will support you."

Kurokawa Mio raised the corners of her lips and said.

"You're currently...working as a barista in your own shop?"

"Ah."

Masumi nodded, and then saw Kurokawa Mio put her fingers to the corners of her lips and made a happy sound from her throat.

"When we first met, you told me that you chose to go to the capital because you didn't want to inherit the family business."

"It's really bad to have a character that goes back on one's word."

"But even so, I don't hate it."

Her hand naturally took Masumi's.

"If your destination becomes a coffee shop, please let me accompany you."

"Why do you have to do this?" Masumi shook his head.

"I told you, if it's Masumi, I'm willing to do anything for you."

Kurokawa Mio said this with a gentle expression.

For some reason, these words sent chills down his spine.

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