Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 95:26. "Typhoon Day Reporting and Fresh Fish Party (2)"

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The door of the room was pushed open cautiously.

Masumi looked around the room and took in everything: the 4-square-foot space, the tatami covered by the carpet, and the carpet was covered by clothes scattered all over the place.

Everything is as usual.

The only difference was the two girls wearing summer sailor uniforms and gymnastics uniforms who appeared in Mami's room.

What's happening here? !

Masumi blinked several times, only stopping when his eyes felt dry. The silhouette and presence of the girl in the sailor uniform were still clear, so it seemed that it was not an illusion.

The raindrops glistened slightly, stained softly by the light, flowing down the ends of my flaxen hair.

The beautiful girl in a sailor suit had blue eyes and an unparalleled beautiful face. If it weren't for the red ears showing through the gaps in her hair, she would look like an exquisitely crafted doll.

His eyes lingered on her sailor uniform for a moment.

The rattan-colored scarf was tied neatly on... well, because of her figure, it wasn't tied so neatly on her chest, but the plump curves could still be seen through her clothes.

Then slowly go down.

The girl's skin was whiter than snow, and a large area of ​​snow caught her eyes.

The sailor suit is obviously one size smaller, and the skirt is shorter than the Ibaraki Prefecture uniform skirt, which is 1cm above the knee and is the top short skirt in the island country.

Her slender fingers grasped the folds of the skirt tightly and pulled it down desperately, but she could not ignore the objective conditions. It was futile to extend the length of the skirt.

The slender curve from mid-thigh to ankle is wrapped in a pair of 15D black stockings. The thin silk material allows some skin color to show through - the rosy red at the knees, toes and heels is the finishing touch.

The snow-colored area in the middle is the blissful area known as the "Absolute Realm."

Hanekawa?

Why are you dressed like this?
"Shoot, are you done shooting?"

Haiyue murmured weakly from between her lips: "Hurry up... Mami... This... is very embarrassing..."

"Very good, Xiao Haiyue, that's it!"

"Act a little more uneasy, a little more shy."

Opposite her, the "girl" in gymnastics clothes held her phone sideways and took pictures "click, click".

"You...what are you doing?" Masumi looked strange.

The beauty in military uniform on the B2 hanging scroll gazes sternly at the three people in the room.

"Masumi-kun? Why are you here?"

Turning back and noticing his presence, Asami's mouth dropped open.

She was also wearing a small-sized leotard. The white top only reached above her belly button, and her tight waistline was so beautiful that people wanted to hug her tightly.

The dark blue shorts are almost triangular in shape, with the edges tightly hugging the base of the thighs. Together with the white silk over-the-knee socks, they create a small, fleshy and rounded curve, as if telling you the soft feel of the inner thighs.

If you hold it with your hands, the same overflow will probably appear between your fingers.

Masumi felt that there was no need to use unnecessary words such as plump, elastic, etc. to describe it, only the two adjectives "tight" and "overflowing" would be enough.

It seemed like I was being seen in an extraordinary situation.

"Sorry, I didn't see anything. Please continue."

After saying this, Masumi wanted to slip away. He had a feeling that it would be troublesome if he continued to stay here, but the next second, Asami grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Wait, don't pull me, I really didn't mean to, and I knocked on the door."

"Just listen to my excuses first...listen to my explanation, Masumi-kun."

"Let go first."

"If I let go, you'll run away, right?"

"……Won't."

This is a lie.

Masumi turned his head away, avoiding her gaze.

Unfortunately, Mami saw through the truth immediately. She tilted her head and shouted to the girl in the sailor uniform, "Haiyue, help me subdue Masumi-kun."

"I see……"

The jellyfish girl staggered over, her blue pupils staring straight at him.

"Wait! We can talk it out nicely." Masumi was at a loss.

Although it is not difficult for a boy to break free with his strength, not to mention whether he would accidentally hurt the two girls, there is no guarantee that Asami would do something surprising in a hurry.

"Okay, I got it." Masumi sighed as if resigned to his fate: "I won't run away."

Like an arrested criminal, he was completely controlled by the two women, with his hands handcuffed in front of him.

It was clearly a spacious room, but he was stuck in the very corner.

"Now that it's like this, there's no need to hold my hand down anymore, right?"

"Matsumi-kun..." Asami stared at him intently, a sharp scrutiny etched in her brown eyes. "Tell me, what did you see?"

Masumi had no choice but to answer, "I saw you and Hanekawa wearing ill-fitting school uniforms, taking a photo shoot."

Haiyue, standing by, blushed and reached out to tug at the hem of her skirt. "Please stop pulling! Are you only paying attention to the bottom and not the top?" There's a limit to what a piece of clothing can cover.

"Masumi-kun."

Mami put on a rare serious and solemn expression on her face: "There is something I need to make clear to you."

"Actually, this is the first time I've done something like this."

The fingers of her free hand passed through the ends of her hair, pulling it into an arc and curling it, and she had an awkward and shy expression.

This is different from usual times, for example, the difference between daily and non-daily, fixed events and sudden events.

"It's okay, I totally understand this hobby." Masumi nodded vigorously: "And I will never tell anyone else, I promise."

"Hobby?" Asami opened her eyes wide in confusion, then frowned, "Mamami-kun, did you misunderstand something?"

As she spoke, she handed the phone to Masumi, but she didn't get the distance right the first time and it went straight to Masumi's face, with the tip of her nose brushing against the screen.

Mami then moved her phone back so that he could see the picture clearly.

"Look, I'm here for..."

"Seno!"

A sudden excited voice interrupted her.

The wrist that was originally held by Masumi was also suppressed in turn, and the latter's face suddenly moved closer, causing Mami to subconsciously step back.

"W-What's wrong!? Masumi-kun."

"No matter how hard it is, you can't sell your body and hurt your self-esteem."

Masumi said to her earnestly.

"Why are you saying this suddenly?"

Mami was completely confused. When she saw the photo on the tilted phone screen, her cheeks flushed. "You misunderstood, Masumi-kun. How could I do such a dangerous thing online?"

"Then the photo you showed me is..." Masumi asked suspiciously.

"That was for a painting, and this is the one I want to show you."

She slid her fingers back, revealing an unfinished line drawing of a girl in a sailor suit.

"This is……"

"My new work is, 'Drummer Miyazawa-kun uses the conditioned reflexes he developed during band rehearsals to do whatever he wants to his JK beautiful girl teammates.'"

"What's with such a strange name?"

"Thanks to Masumi-kun for the inspiration."

Mami smiled proudly. "When a band performs, they usually follow the beat of the drums, right? As soon as the drummer hits the sticks, the teammates will move obediently. Isn't this a very convenient setting?"

Please don't get too excited and apologize to all the drummers immediately.

"And what about that 'Miyazawa-kun'?"

"To thank Masumi-kun for his inspiration, I specifically asked you to be the male lead. I didn't expect this role to suit you better than I thought. I feel relieved."

Putting her hand on her chest, Mami nodded contentedly, "And Masumi-kun's drumsticks are the soul of this work."

"Drumsticks?"

"They're Yamaha drumsticks, don't get the wrong idea," she added.

"..."

Feeling exhausted with words, Masumi chose to change the subject: "So you and Hanekawa are dressed like this just to draw the human body?"

"Yeah." Mami nodded vigorously, her brows furrowed. "I get angry when I mention this."

"Someone actually criticized me for failing to pass the human figure exam for a picture I drew on Twitter, saying such an outrageous figure simply didn't exist. Isn't that too much?"

Masumi nodded and subconsciously glanced at her surging breasts. It was indeed true that those people were too inexperienced.

"Wait! Are you going to post a selfie in response?"

Thinking of how revealing the photo was, Masumi immediately became concerned and advised, "There's no need to argue with them. Besides, the content of this photo is a bit too explicit. You should just..."

He had been talking to himself for a long time without realizing it. Looking at Asami who was giving him a mischievous look, Masumi realized that he had spoken without thinking and stopped talking abruptly.

"Oh? Are you jealous, Masumi-kun?" she said in a teasing tone.

"Do you just want to admire my body by yourself? Ugh, you're so possessive. No, we're just friends, or... do you want to be friends in that aspect?"

She blinked those beautiful brown eyes and thrust out her chest provocatively.

As soft as pounded rice cake.

"Don't use that disgusting expression." Masumi sighed.

"Eh? That's too much. I'm a high school girl now."

Asami found that she couldn't control the corners of her lips from turning up, "How about it? Masumi-kun, call me Senior Mami."

"Don't even think about it."

Isn't this person ashamed?
"Hmm... If I could see Masumi-kun's shy expression, it would be an equivalent exchange, just like the laws of alchemy."

He is the type who injures the enemy by a thousand and also loses a thousand himself.

"How about it? If you call me senior, Mami can give you 'after-school tutoring'."

She spoke in a suggestive and charming tone, and suddenly blew hot air on Masumi's cheek.

"Let's stop here." Masumi said helplessly.

Feeling the joke had reached its peak, Mami gently patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't do anything like that. I wouldn't upload my cool selfies or anything like that. I'm not that unrestrained."

"That's good." Masumi breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. What was this feeling like?

"Besides, isn't this just a bargain for these bastards? Why should I show it to those who are malicious towards me?" When she mentioned the incident of being criticized, she still felt angry.

It seems that this matter is not so easy to let go.

"So I only showed it to Masumi-kun. Are you happy?"

Asami had a mischievous grin on her face.

Give me back my peace of mind.

"But I have to admit that I do like to overdo some of the artistic processing sometimes."

"So, in order to discipline myself, I bought clothes online and asked Xiao Haiyue to be the model."

"I see."

"Don't forget... what we agreed on..."

Hearing this, Haiyue spoke softly to remind him.

"What agreement?" Masumi asked.

"Before, Xiao Linyin confiscated Xiao Haiyue's phone every night before going to bed. I offered to keep it for Xiao Linyin and secretly give it to Xiao Haiyue at night. We did this every three nights, changing the model time."

After explaining the deal, Mami suddenly frowned, her wariness blatantly revealed: "Matsumi-kun, will you keep today's events a secret?"

"What do you mean?"

"Everything that just happened in this room, including what I said."

"If Rin'in-chan and Chi'ai-chan found out that I chose to protect Kaitsuki from playing with her phone just to wear this kind of clothes, I would probably completely lose my dignity as a senior."

Asami sighed hard.

Most of it should have been lost long ago, Masumi thought.

"I understand. I promise to keep it a secret."

"Where's the proof of the guarantee?"

"Credentials?"

I always feel that this tone is familiar.

"Yes, proof."

Mami raised her index finger and waved it back and forth at him: "Mamami-kun, you're not trying to deceive Xiao Haiyue and me with just a few light promises, are you?"

"It's too rude to say 'lie'." Masumi said helplessly.

"Hmph, you and Xiao Linyin have been on such a good relationship recently, and she even cuts your hair. I'm sorry, I really can't trust you so easily." She said clearly.

"That's right..."

Haiyue also nodded: "If Masumi goes to tell on me... all my hard work... will be in vain..."

"So what proof do you want?"

"Well, let me think."

Mami rested her chin on her hand and pondered for a moment. Then, she put on an expression as if she had come up with a good idea, her eyes shining.

Masumi had a bad feeling.

"I can let you touch it."

"where?"

Although he guessed the answer, Masumi still took a gamble, betting that she would not act so stubbornly.

"Chest."

The bet was lost.

Still the same old way of doing things.

Now he finally knew who Hanekawa learned this from.

Under the gymnastics suit, the white and tender skin from the neck to the chest is exposed, rising and falling slowly with the breathing, which looks inexplicably sentimental.

Asami looked at Masumi who was in a daze, her lips curled up in a playful arc, and she said calmly:
"Eh? Doesn't this satisfy Masumi-kun? Or do you want to touch somewhere else? I really can't help you."

She said and turned away.

The buttocks, as round and plump as a full moon, are raised high, showing the steep and undulating curves to the fullest.

"Just once, just once."

"Okay, here I come," Masumi said calmly.

"Eh? Wait, wait a minute, is this true?"

The unexpected answer made Asami let out a slightly panicked sound, "No way? Why is Masumi-kun suddenly so active?"

"Isn't that the guarantee you wanted?" Masumi retorted.

"That's true, but you won't even try to refuse?"

"I want to finish this soon."

"Wow, that's too much. Am I not attractive to you at all?"

Mami spoke rapidly to hide her inner embarrassment and panic.

In summary, Seno is the kind of guy who has a lot of knowledge but zero experience, sharp words but weak actions.

Masumi felt that if he taught her a lesson, it would make dealing with her less stressful in the future.

The idea came to fruition naturally, so he raised his hands high.

"Snapped!"

The loud slapping sounded throughout the room.

The soft and tender flesh that was raised was suddenly beaten like a frightened rabbit, jumping around in panic, creating a series of turbulent waves.

“—Ouch! That hurts!”

Asami's eyes were filled with tears, and she turned to look at Masumi with a murderous glare: "What are you doing! Masumi-kun!"

"I'll keep the credentials." Masumi said lightly.

Although she had restrained her strength, the snow-white flesh under her shorts had probably been rubbed into the bright colors of light pink and deep red.

"Masumi-kun, just wait for me..." She gritted her teeth.

He just looked embarrassed as he covered his wound, which was not convincing at all.

Haiyue, who was watching silently at the side, blinked, pursed her lips nervously into a line, covered her skirt, and subconsciously leaned back.

"Seno..."

"What else do you want to do?"

"Have we met somewhere before?" Masumi asked.

"Why do you ask this question suddenly?"

Mami was lying on the ground, her shoulders shaking, her tone was surprised.

"I always feel like this is a bit familiar."

"What? Have you ever spanked a JK in a gymnastics uniform like this in Tokyo?" she retorted.

"..."

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything." Masumi shook his head.

"Qian Ai has brought over the tuna. You and Hanekawa should change your clothes and go downstairs together to wait for dinner."

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　　Today I went to the Clannad joint restaurant

　　
　
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