Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 94:25. "Typhoon Day Reporting and Fresh Fish Party (1)"

"Here's the weather forecast—"

"Super Typhoon No. 18 made landfall in Shikoku at 4 a.m. today and is expected to reach Kinki today, affecting the entire coast of the Seto Inland Sea."

"Rapidly rising tides are being observed in Hyogo Prefecture, Osaka Prefecture, and other areas. Rainfall in the Kansai region is expected to reach 300mm later. Please be aware of potential rainstorms and exercise caution when going out..."

On July 15th, a typhoon warning was issued throughout Kobe.

The school was closed for typhoon holiday.

Only office workers still have to go to work in the heavy rain.

In such weather, amusement parks and beaches are naturally closed.

Masumi and the girls stayed in the store, waiting for the weather to improve so that they could open the store.

However, a text message from the Meteorological Agency indicated that the rain would intensify at noon and would gradually subside in the evening.

So today's business is probably canceled.

He always felt stuffy staying in the room, and the white noise of rain easily made him sleepy, so Masumi picked up his laptop, went downstairs, and quietly began to write a novel.

Log in to the "Become a Great Writer" website, and the daily comprehensive ranking will show the top 300 works. Masumi's work is currently ranked 193rd.

"I was reincarnated as a soldier in the Demon King's army, forced to hide my identity and infiltrate the Hero Squad as an undercover agent. I never expected that my teammates were also undercover agents of the Demon King's army, the Four Heavenly Kings!?"

The author "Coffee Man" is Masumi's pen name.

If it were to be adapted into a book or anime, he'd probably give it a shorter title. He'd already decided on "The Brave Squad Are All Undercover Agents of the Demon King's Army."

Ahem, I'm thinking a bit too far.

Even the top works on the website may not necessarily be included in the library.

Masumi put aside his unrealistic fantasies and read a short story on the ranking list before officially starting to write.

Ranked 8th overall, the book "Loudly Declaring the Breaking of the Engagement!" by the author "Jiuyuantu" is released.

"Hey, Masumi is writing a novel."

The fingers on the keyboard froze, and Masumi felt something entering the back of his neck. Judging from the soft touch and shape, it was a girl's hair, which made his skin itchy.

Someone tapped his left shoulder gently.

He then turned his head to the right.

"I'm on the left."

"Oh."

At this time, you must not show any weakness or hesitation, and you must keep a calm mind.

Masumi turned his head expressionlessly.

A beautiful face was so close to him that his heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but lower his eyelashes.

"It's too close." He said helplessly.

"Really? But it's a typhoon, and the house is very cold."

She said in a coquettish tone, "I want to get closer."

Kurokawa Mio smiled sweetly, as if she believed Masumi would never reject her, and she kept getting closer to him. Too close, too close, too close.

The sound of wind chimes rang at the critical moment.

The glass door was covered with tape to prevent it from suddenly cracking and hurting people. At this moment, it was gently pushed open, and the disturbing sound of rain slipped into the room.

A white plastic foam box came into view.

The visitor, wearing a raincoat, walked into the coffee shop with a wet figure, and stretched out his hands from his wide sleeves, holding the foam box.

"Sorry, we're closed today... May I ask who you are?"

Masumi tilted his head in confusion, keeping a little distance from Kurokawa without leaving any trace.

He thought it was inconspicuous.

In fact, Kurokawa Mio was quite sensitive to changes in distance. She immediately frowned in dissatisfaction, hugged Masumi from behind, and then put all her weight on him.

It’s not heavy, and because of the girl’s body fat, it feels soft.

Masumi was about to protest when he heard the dull thud of something heavy falling in front of him, and the person who came took off the hood of his raincoat.

She had light shoulder-length hair, beautiful emerald eyes that were a little moist, and the corners of her lips were raised.

"He's not a guest."

"It's me. How about it? Are you surprised? Really—"

The moment her gaze fell upon him, the smile on her face froze instantly.

"——Really, really, really, Cheng Nii!?"

Her tongue trembled and she couldn't speak smoothly. Qian Ai stammered, "What are you doing?"

"What? Writing a novel, of course."

Masumi looked innocent.

"But, but when writing a novel, why should you let Sister Mio hold you!" Qian Ai blushed.

"Don't get me wrong, it's..."

“It’s for the purpose of collecting materials.”

Kurokawa Mio answered for Masumi first, not giving him a chance to interrupt, and spoke in one continuous breath:

"Every writer has his own habits. For example, Tolstoy would look in the mirror while writing, so he could observe his own facial expressions to see if they resembled the expressions of the characters he was writing about."

"French writer Retief found inspiration for his writing by appreciating women's feet."

"Masumi is writing a light novel, so of course he needs beautiful women to accompany him. This behavior was called 'Hongxiu Tianxiang' in ancient China, and it's very common, Chiai-sister."

She cited classics, which sounded very convincing at first glance.

Unfamiliar words such as "Tolstoy", "Retief", and "Hongxiu Tianxiang" were translated into Japanese and reached the ears of this mixed-race girl from South America, turning Qian Ai's eyes into circles like mosquito coils.

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"Yuan, that's it."

She nodded blankly.

"Yes, that's it."

Kurokawa Mio also rested her pointed chin on Masumi's shoulder, with a smug smile on the corner of her lips.

"It's all wrong, there's nothing right."

Masumi rubbed his temple and said, "I don't have that habit."

"Also, can you get up from me?"

“Am I heavy?”

"It's not serious, but that's not why I asked you to get up."

"Ok."

Kurokawa Mio didn't persist and obediently let go of the slender arms that were around her.

Most of the time, she was very docile in front of Masumi. She would often rush over without caring about anything, and after Masumi rejected her, she would meekly admit her mistakes, and then do the same thing again.

"stare--"

Qian Ai stared at the two of them.

"Masumi-san..."

"what happened?"

"As for collecting materials, I can do it too." She murmured, her fingers entangled awkwardly.

"I've already told you I don't have that habit."

Masumi sighed and calmly changed the subject, "So, why did you come here during the typhoon?"

"And that box, what's in it?"

"Oh, finally we're getting to the point."

"Qiang Qiang!"

Qian Ai opened the lid of the plastic foam box.

It's freezing inside.

Masumi approached and saw a freshly-frozen tuna in the box. Its streamlined body was quite beautiful, and its mouth was filled with ice cubes.

In addition, there are some small fish such as horse mackerel and sea bream placed under or on the ice.

"Is this the fish that was blown ashore by the typhoon and then picked up by you?" he asked.

"You know it's impossible." Qian Ai complained.

"Actually, this is my father's salary this month."

"Eh? Is that true?"

Masumi blinked. "Because the company's performance is poor, so he's using fish as compensation for his salary?" That was too pathetic.

But then I thought, Uncle Asahina can rent a luxury apartment in Chuo Ward, and his monthly salary converted into fish should be a considerable number. Maybe I can hold a small aquarium exhibition in the kindergarten.

"fake."

Qian Ai narrowed her eyes with a sly smile, "It was Masumi-san who lied to me just now. This is my revenge."

"It was Kurokawa who lied to you."

"I didn't lie to you, Masumi."

Kurokawa Mio stretched out her white and tender hand and gently held his hand: "As long as Masumi wants, I can be your nude model anytime and in any pose you want."

Then she repeated the teasing line that was like a declaration of love.

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

“Thank you, but I write fiction.”

"You two, you've strayed off topic."

A cute head popped out from behind, Qian Ai squeezed in between the two bodies, separating them, and then explained as if nothing had happened:
"Actually, it was given to me by my dad's friend who runs a seafood store. But my mom doesn't like raw food, and my dad and I couldn't finish it, so I thought of giving some to my friends." "Mamami-san, and everyone at Fanxing likes sashimi and sushi, right?"

"Thank you."

Masumi said gently, "Actually, you don't have to come on a typhoon day. It's very dangerous."

I'm not saying this to spoil the fun, I'm just expressing my concern.

"Tuna and mackerel are very easy to spoil. I want to taste this delicacy with everyone before the rain gets too heavy to go out," Qian Ai said with a smile.

"Let me use the bathroom."

"Yeah." Looking at her slightly damp hair, Masumi said, "You can use my shampoo and shower gel."

"Oh, no. I don't want to use boys' body wash, so I'd better borrow Mami-san's."

"It's up to you." Masumi said indifferently.

"Well, while the fish is still fresh, let's call everyone down now and prepare for the fresh fish party."

Qianai smiled faintly, took off her raincoat at the door, took the towel handed to her by Masumi, and walked towards the bathroom on the second floor.

Masumi picked up his phone and sent a message to the four girls upstairs using LINE.

Rin was the fastest. Within two minutes, she walked downstairs wearing appropriate home clothes. After seeing Kurokawa Mio clinging to Masumi, she frowned slightly and walked over to the two of them.

"Mio."

"what happened?"

Kurokawa Mio raised her eyes nonchalantly.

"Would you like to come with me to prepare the ingredients?"

"But Masumi needs my company more."

"If you want to capture someone's heart, you must first capture their stomach. There's a saying that goes like this."

"It's true that there is such a statement, but it also depends on the specific circumstances."

"I don't want to show off my skills in front of Rin."

Kurokawa Mio did have this idea at first.

However, after seeing Rin's cooking skills, he realized that trying to compete with her in this area would be a waste of time.

She wasn't so conceited as to open a front on a battlefield where she had no chance of winning. Therefore, Kurokawa Mio's ultimate weapon was her unwavering resolve to never give up, and her heart and body, completely open to Masumi.

This is the skill her mother taught her. It is said that she relied on this trick to pursue her father: pestering, stalking, and even breaking into people's homes. It became a habit after being together for a long time.

The die is cast, and time grows with love.

As long as she could make passionate love with Masumi, let him get addicted to her body, she would definitely be able to defeat this thieving cat in front of her.

After all, judging from Kamiyo Rin's cold face that never smiles and her meticulous and serious personality, she must be quite rigid in bed. She wouldn't buy a book specifically to learn positions for such a thing.

"...In matters like this, the thought behind it is more important."

The sudden clear voice coming from above her head made Kurokawa Mio subconsciously nervous.

(Hmm? Has my mind been read?)
"It's definitely a matter of intention. After all, this kind of thing can only be done when there is a mutual understanding..."

After blurting it out, she realized belatedly that what Rin was talking about was cooking.

"Telepathy..."

Linyin put her finger on her chin, a trace of confusion flashed across her eyes, and then she nodded:

"...That's certainly true. After all, you can't force someone to eat something you made."

Kurokawa Mio blinked at how she had gotten away with it, and then listened to her say:

"If you're not confident in cooking, Mio, you can try making nigiri sushi."

She still refused to give in.

"Or……"

Rin'in tilted her head expressionlessly, her satin-like black hair cascading down with the movement.

"Mio doesn't even have this little bit of consideration?"

The provocative lines finally made Kurokawa Mio unable to sit still. She suddenly stood up from her seat and met Rin's gaze with a cold face and an imposing manner.

Just when Masumi thought the two women were about to engage in a heated argument and was about to rush into the minefield and speak to stop them—

Kurokawa Mio suddenly lifted her honey-gold hair, and a smile appeared on her face again.

"Okay, then I'll ask Rin to teach me how to cook horse mackerel."

"No problem, I'd love to."

Rin's face had the same cold expression as always.

The two of them said something to each other, as if nothing had happened, and walked into the kitchen together carrying the box of fish.

The subtle atmosphere just now seemed like a dream, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Masumi blinked at a loss, and after adapting to the silent atmosphere, he started writing the novel again as if nothing had happened.

After only five or six minutes of writing, his inspiration ran out. He simply closed his laptop, picked up his phone again, and checked other people's messages.
Jiuyuan said he was going to bring Qianai some clean clothes and would go downstairs with Qianai later.

There was no response from Seno and Hanekawa.

What was going on? Seno might still be napping, but Hanekawa, with her phone always in her hand, shouldn't have missed it.

After sending a private message to each of them, I still didn't get a reply.

Masumi simply went to the second floor and took a more direct approach to calling for help.

He first stopped in front of Mami's room, knocked on the door as usual, and said, "I'm Miyazawa."

Although this doesn't make much sense.

After three months of being with Seno, Masumi realized that knocking on the door was a meaningless act for Asami.

First of all, Seno is so lazy that he would never open the door for anyone. At most, he would just lazily say "come in".

Secondly, even if she said that you can open the door and enter the room, it doesn’t mean that she is fully prepared.

It is common to be so engrossed in playing a game that you don't notice your shoulder strap slipping off, or to be drunk and disheveled.

"You should at least be more careful." Masumi said helplessly: "Have you been so unruly when boys came to you before?"

"No! No! I don't have any male friends who would come into my room."

Asami's answer was more flawless than he had imagined.

"The few men I know are all people I met online through social media. They're nerds who only like the 2D world and have no interest in the 3D world. They never go out on their days off and don't even dare to speak in the Discord channel."

"Even so, at least we should be a little cautious..."

"Hey, it's okay, Masumi-kun, you don't need to care about it like a teenage boy." Asami teased with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Haven't you heard the saying 'A man is a boy until he dies'?"

"Masumi-kun, do you mean you're still a teenager?"

Although it was a question, without waiting for his answer, Asami's pink lips drew a playful curve and then said, "I know."

"what do you know?"

"Adolescent boys' heads are full of lewd thoughts, and they have no resistance to girls. I understand."

"An eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy without a girlfriend often has as many women in his heart as the emperor's thirty-six harems, and his heart is sometimes filled with more filth than a public toilet."

This is a short story from a certain literary giant. Although Miss Mami has never read it, it does not prevent her from drawing inferences from it.

"Besides, a big sister like me must be very popular, right? I know that too."

"To a boy without any romantic experience, the allure of a mature woman is like the late spring weather or a down mattress, suffocating him and making him unable to wake up. Therefore, the first person a young man falls deeply in love with is always older, because young people, seeking maturity themselves, unconsciously choose those with experience."

It was also a short story by that great writer. Miss Mami had never read it, but that didn't stop her from learning from it.

"Why can you understand?" Masumi sighed.

"After all, this is the group of people that I read."

Mami showed a charming smile, and her eyes, like a cat that had let down its guard, were quite adorable.

"What I just said was not a question."

Considering the bits and pieces of information that Haiyue usually leaked, Masumi probably knew what she was drawing.

"Don't get me wrong, Masumi-kun, I really am an artist for all ages. I'm just a little out of line at best."

"Ahem, let's get back to the topic."

After a pale defense, Mami took the initiative to correct the subject: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much, Masumi-kun."

"Although your gentlemanly behavior is a plus, being treated like this by you actually makes me more embarrassed. Just keep a normal attitude."

"Then at least don't sleep naked without a blanket."

"Uh...I'll pay attention to that."

Rarely, her expression wasn't as calm or playful as usual. She bit her lips slightly and lowered her head. It turned out that this girl could be shy too.

When was the last time Masumi saw her like this? Well, it was probably when she came back from the aquarium and gave her the wrong gift.

"Okay, I promise you, I won't do this again." Asami patted her plump breasts.

It was heavy and substantial, uh, Masumi was talking about the oath.

"Hopefully it's not a void guarantee."

"How much do you distrust me, Masumi-kun?" Asami said dissatisfiedly.

……

After the memories finished playing in his mind, Masumi let out a sigh of relief. He decided to trust her one last time.

Hand on door handle.

With a click, he pushed open the door.

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