"What exactly do you want to do?"
In the cramped fitting room, looking at the blonde girl in front of him wearing only her undergarments, Kaito was a little dumbfounded.
"Didn't I just say it?"
Miura-san, on the other hand, spoke with confidence and righteousness as she leaned in close to him, "Let the president help me fasten the buttons."
The girl's delicate and fair back was smooth as jade, the black lace straps resting on her shoulder blades like dark-veined vines climbing a wall of white jade, revealing beautiful butterfly bones that seemed to glow softly under the bright incandescent light above. The halo of light traced along her spine, finally sinking into the shallow golden ripples in the hollow of her waist, so beautiful it was almost enough to make one forget to breathe.
This wasn't the first time Kaito had seen such a scene. In fact, he had experienced Yumiko's most private side firsthand.
But at the moment, neither the time nor the place could be considered appropriate. Although he had already casually set up a soundproofing formation before coming in, so there was no need to worry about being overheard by little Bocchi even if something really happened, it still felt a bit strange in his heart.
However, looking at the persistent Yumiko. In the end, he sighed and resignedly reached out his hand, intending to help her fasten the unbuttoned part.
As soon as he touched it, he noticed something was off.
'It really is a bit tight?'
"I already said, it's all the president's fault," The blonde girl turned her back, her pretty face slightly red, but mostly full of shame, "It used to fit just right... It's all your fault, all your fault."
Her size already counted as quite outstanding among average girls, and among the peers Kaito knew, she was only a bit less than Soyo, and far more than a certain pink milk-dragon... never mind, further slander would be impolite.
Perhaps massages really did help with development. In any case, Yumiko had been frequently troubled by her clothes being too small lately, and the money spent on new outfits alone wasn't a small amount.
Kaito thought for a moment but couldn't think of a way to refute her.
This round really was on him.
Inside the cramped fitting room, the atmosphere suddenly turned a bit silent.
No one knew how much time passed.
"Hey, President," Yumiko turned around, and within her emerald eyes, a misty haze seemed to rise.
She lightly bit her lip, her gaze shifting, "Bocchi… shouldn't be able to hear anything from this side, right?"
Kaito: "..."
Kaito: "Indeed, she can't hear."
The effect of the soundproofing formation was beyond doubt. Not to mention shouting, even if they banged drums and gongs, on Bocchi's side, there wouldn't be a single bit of noise.
Not just Bocchi, so long as no one opened this door, nothing that happened inside this tiny fitting room would leak out, not a single trace.
In other words… at least for now, there was no place in the world more suitable for doing bad things than right here.
At this thought, Yumiko began to stir restlessly.
After helping Bocchi with so many assists, it was finally her turn to enjoy some fun, right?
Even though time might be a bit tight… even if she couldn't have the main course, at least an appetizer would still be a tasty bite.
Moreover…
Just thinking about how Bocchi-chan was on the other side, less than a meter away, with only a curtain separating them, her breathing quickened, and a strange feeling of forbidden thrill welled up in her.
The girl's misty eyes blurred, in the small room, her soft breath, scorching hot.
"President..."
Whoosh!
"Mi-Miura-san! Are you okay…"
The curtain was suddenly yanked open by force, and the gasping Gotou Hitori stumbled in, but as she saw the scene before her clearly, she gradually froze.
"Eh?"
———
'So quiet.'
'Is it just an illusion? It seems that from a moment ago… all sound around has completely vanished.'
Like a pair of invisible hands had pressed the mute button on the world, in the utterly silent fitting room. Gotou Hitori could only hear the sound of her own nervous heartbeat.
The pink-haired girl's little face slowly drained of color, turning pale.
This bizarre scene reminded her of a supernatural event she once experienced.
It was her first encounter with the president, a strange being named "Ki-Kidoko" had warped her perception. Clearly inside a secluded classroom, yet she had the illusion of hiding beside a trash bin in an alley outside the campus.
'Could it be… I ran into a ghost again?'
Bocchi swallowed her saliva and nervously observed the surroundings.
There were no traces of ghosts or evil spirits in her spirit-seeing eyes. Everything looked normal.
She reached out and touched the clear jade pendant hanging on her chest. The touch was warm, but there was no other reaction.
It was a protective charm the president had given her long ago, one that would activate on its own to protect her in times of danger.
'Could it be… I am really overthinking?'
'N-No, that's not right!'
The pink-haired girl's gaze suddenly fell on the curtain beside her.
'Maybe… the evil spirit's target isn't me, but Miura-san!'
———
"Bocchi?"
Yumiko was also dumbfounded. She blinked, like she hadn't fully reacted, "You're, uh…"
Kaito also cleared his throat and silently averted his gaze.
The pink-haired girl was only wearing her undergarments, and probably because she had been in too much of a rush, she hadn't yet changed into her new clothes and had barged in hastily. The plain white design had no patterns and looked very simple, but still matched the style of a little social-anxiety girl.
It reminded one involuntarily of an old verse, "The peaks gather like crowds, the waves roar like fury."
Although he had mentally prepared himself, witnessing it firsthand still forced him to admit. If the band disbanded and the giant was one "stone" (unit of bust), then Bocchi alone would take one stone, Scum Ryou two stone, and Nijika and Kita would be in debt by two stone.
"S-Sorry!", Gotou Hitori's little face was burning hot. She had thought Miura-san was in danger, so she had burst in out of panic. She never expected to see this scene, her president and Miura-san alone in a room, it definitely wasn't about helping zip up a dress, right?
In an instant, terms like "fitting room battle" flooded her mind, her CPU overheating from overclocking, and she couldn't form a single complete sentence after stammering for a long time.
Like a startled mouse whose first instinct is always to flee, Bocchi was no different.
But before she could scramble away in panic, Yumiko suddenly grabbed her wrist, "You're already here."
Miura-san's eyes curved into a beautiful crescent shape, not a trace of shyness or embarrassment visible. Instead, she showed a smile that, in Bocchi's eyes, was as devilish and corrupting as a demon's, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? It's not like we'll eat you~"
'Ugh… I really want to crawl back into mama's womb right now…'
The pink-haired girl couldn't help but scream internally, yet her body felt as if all strength had left her, unable to struggle at all.
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