Kaito knew Yumiko's little scheme.
Yumiko also knew that the president knew her little scheme, but she didn't mind at all.
'A self-disciplined woman is the strongest.'
She wasn't even afraid of wearing a hat, so, what else in this world could possibly bring her down?
Today's "club team-building," rather than calling it "team-building," was better described as a date scenario she had tailored specifically for Bocchi.
They strolled around for a while longer.
Seeing that they had eaten and drunk about enough, Yumiko decided to initiate the second phase of the plan.
The plan was simple: a makeover for Bocchi's appearance.
The socially anxious girl actually had excellent physical features, once praised by Kita as being "someone who could join an idol agency as the face of the group if properly styled."
Purely in terms of looks, among the four members of the band, she was probably the prettiest one.
But because she was too timid, accustomed to hunching her back, and wore plain sportswear all year round, even if she had ten points of charm, only eight could be shown.
But none of that was a problem.
As a top-tier normie with some experience in fashion and styling, Yumiko had confidence that she could transform Bocchi-chan into a flawless beauty, pretty enough to make the president fall for her.
There are usually two major factors that affect a person's appearance: hairstyle and clothing.
Bocchi-chan's hairstyle was a simple straight long style, pink hair reaching her waist, with only a water-drop-shaped hard candy hair clip on one side, no other decoration.
Some say that long hair best expresses a woman's gentle traits, especially those that are long, straight, and waterfall-like, cascading down the waist. It always evokes images of noble ladies from the Warring States period, quiet, classically beautiful women wearing luxurious twelve-layered kimonos, bowing gracefully to you, their crow-feather-colored hair rippling like flowing springs.
And according to Yumiko's observations, the president seemed to have an unusual fondness for "long straight hair", not just a simple fetish, but more like the influence of someone in the past.
She had long hair, and so did that later Nagasaki Soyo.
Even the president himself hadn't realized this little preference of his. He was always a bit more biased toward girls with waist-length hair and would unconsciously consider this when choosing a partner.
Maybe there had once been a girl with long, straight black hair who left a deep impression on his heart? So even after so many years, he still couldn't forget her.
Whatever the case, Bocchi's hairstyle hit the president's sweet spot, so changing it would just be redundant.
That left only clothing.
There's nothing more abundant on the streets of Shibuya than various women's clothing stores. Long skirts, short skirts, black stockings, white stockings, leather jackets, hot pants… anything you could think of, you could buy here.
Even a country bumpkin fresh off the bus could turn into a dazzling female celebrity here, let alone Bocchi, who already had a solid foundation.
"Welcome! Can I help you with anything?", The enthusiastic shop assistant greeted them at once with a friendly smile, while quietly observing the odd trio before her.
Two girls and one boy, both girls were beautiful. The pink-haired one, although always looking down, occasionally lifted her eyes cautiously, revealing through her bangs a very cute face. The blonde one was clearly more outgoing, with a slim waist, long legs, and a stunning figure, perfectly matching the human definition of "beauty."
As for the male customer sandwiched between them… for some reason, even though his face wasn't clearly visible, there was an inexplicable sense that he must be a peerless pretty boy, more beautiful than the spring scenery or autumn moon.
"No need to trouble yourself, we'll look around on our own," Yumiko politely declined the assistant's help, then excitedly dragged the president and the shy little girl deeper into the store.
She did indeed have a remarkable talent when it came to dressing and styling. Very quickly, she picked out a JK-style outfit that suited Bocchi very well. The top was a white blouse, paired with a matching butterfly bow tie. The bottom was a gray-blue plaid pleated skirt, and a pair of 60D semi-sheer white over-knee stockings.
"Th-th-this…", Gotou Hitori looked at the silky, translucent fabric in front of her. Her ivory-like pale face was flushed with a crimson blush.
Although she'd been forced by Ryou to wear a maid outfit during the STARRY Studio event, that outfit had actually been quite conservative and low-reveal, leaning more toward the cute side. But this uniform chosen by Miura was clearly of a very different style, just looking at it made her feel embarrassed.
"C'mon, trust my fashion sense~", Yumiko slung an arm over her shoulder and whispered, "This outfit definitely suits Bocchi! I guarantee the president will be so mesmerized he won't know which way is up."
"B-but…", Bocchi nervously pinched the hem of her tracksuit, feeling like her brain was about to explode.
"No more buts!", Yumiko refused to give her a chance to back out, stuffing the full outfit and the slightly sheer white stockings into her arms, then patted her own chest, "With me here, no problem."
"Uuu…", The pink-haired girl let out a weak whimper but still lowered her head and endured the shame, "O-okay…"
Only then did Yumiko wink at her, lift the curtain in the middle, and head into the other fitting room. She'd picked out an outfit for herself too.
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Shopping with girls is something most guys find extremely boring. They can cheerfully spend several hours hopping between luxury stores and clothing shops without losing steam. Their stamina is so impressive even swifts, birds that can fly for ten months straight without stopping, would be in awe.
Kaito thought so too.
With his physique, of course he wouldn't feel tired just from shopping for a while. He was just a little bored.
Yumiko and Bocchi were both changing clothes. Although they weren't far away, just a few meters, but girls always take a lot of time when it comes to dressing up. With nothing to do, he could only space out.
His phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
[Yumiko: President, come in and help me fasten my bra clasp, please~]
At the end was a little cat-bowing emoji.
[Kaito: ? Did you forget Hitori is still inside too.]
[Yumiko: It's fine, Bocchi-chan won't notice~]
[Yumiko: My bra used to fit perfectly, but lately it feels way tighter…]
[Yumiko: It's all your fault, president, so take responsibility quickly!]
'Is this really a matter of responsibility?'
[Kaito: …Don't cause trouble.]
[Yumiko: Trouble-trouble you… Ahem, I mean, it's not trouble at all!]
[Yumiko: Hurry up! If you keep dawdling, I'll drag you in myself! And I'll make sure it causes a huge scene!]
[Yumiko: President, you don't want Bocchi-chan to find out either, right?]
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