"A lot happened," Fumiya Jin said, looking at Yuki Suou with a perfectly open expression.
"On the very first day she arrived, she offered to be my pet kitten, curling up obediently in my arms for me to hold.
The second day, she proactively changed into a super-cute cat-girl cosplay for me to see.
As for last night, it was even more intense. We... crossed that line and became true partners.
We didn't fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms, until deep into the night, entering a sweet dreamland together... Are you satisfied with that explanation, Miss Suou?"
Yuki Suou was genuinely stunned for a moment.
After two or three seconds, she rolled her eyes.
"Are you taking me for a fool..." Yuki Suou said irritably. "That girl is so beautiful, how could she possibly have that kind of 'easy' personality?
Throwing herself into your arms on the first day? Fumiya-san, are you perhaps a bit too repressed?"
"See? I told you, and you don't believe me," Fumiya Jin shrugged, leading Yuki Suou into the living room.
Everything he said was, of course, the truth.
But Yuki Suou just pursed her lips and said, "You're deliberately exaggerating like this.
You're not... saying this just for me to hear, hoping I'll do the same things you described, are you?
You wish... I'm not that easy."
"Yes, yes, Miss Suou is so noble. I should already be eternally grateful that you were willing to wear a cosplay outfit for me. How could I possibly hope for more?" Fumiya Jin recited in a deadpan, expressionless voice.
"Hey, even if you're just acting, could you at least put some feeling into it? You have zero dedication as an actor," Yuki Suou pouted.
"Can't be helped, this is my level. I've disappointed you, Miss Suou. Hontou ni sumimasen," Fumiya Jin bickered back, guiding her to sit on the sofa.
He poured her a glass of water and said, "Sit here for a bit. I'm going upstairs to see if Mashiro is awake. Her sleep schedule is often reversed; she might still be sleeping."
"Tch— All talk. If you've got the guts, call her down right now and show me!!" Yuki Suou wasn't exactly a timid person to begin with, so she decided to provoke him.
"Ma...shiro?" Yuki Suou raised an eyebrow slightly. "Calling her by her first name? Are you two already that close?"
"Are you kidding? We already had an intense 'battle' last night. What's the big deal about using her name?" Fumiya Jin retorted, pursing his lips.
"You... You just wait!" Fumiya Jin pointed at her, looking exasperated and flustered, then turned and went upstairs.
"Pfft..." Yuki Suou thought she had successfully called his bluff. She revealed a victorious smile and took a sip of water. "Hmph, trying to brag in front of me? How ridiculous."
Fumiya Jin went upstairs, though he had no real intention of taking Yuki Suou's challenge seriously.
After all, the primary goal right now was to win over Yuki Suou. As for her wanting to see him and Mashiro 'battle' in person... there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
He walked down the corridor to Mashiro's room... Before he even opened the door, he heard a faint noise inside.
He turned the knob and saw that Mashiro wasn't in bed.
Instead, she was standing in front of an easel, paintbrush in hand, painting.
Her slender, delicate figure was dressed in the new pajamas Fumiya Jin had bought for her. Illuminated by the rays of the setting sun streaming through the window, she looked exceptionally fragile and lovely.
"Why are you up? Is your body okay?" Fumiya Jin asked.
This time, Mashiro didn't finish her stroke before turning. She immediately stopped her brush, turned her head, and looked at Fumiya Jin.
Compared to yesterday, the moment she saw him, her eyes seemed to hold a softer, moister color.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," Mashiro shook her head. "If I stand still, it doesn't really hurt."
Fumiya Jin walked into the room, came to her side, and wrapped his arms around her soft waist. "Really?"
Mashiro leaned obediently against his chest and nodded. "Mm."
Feeling the girl's obedience and dependence in his arms, a faint sense of happiness and satisfaction welled up in Fumiya Jin's heart.
But thinking about what was to come, he couldn't help but feel like he wasn't much of a good person.
But...
It couldn't be helped.
The "Samsara Game" was imminent.
To ensure their absolute safety, if he had to be the bad guy, then so be it.
He alone would bear all this sin!
"Mashiro."
"Hm?"
"I have something I need to take care of in a bit, and I might be busy until quite late. You just stay in your room and paint, don't go out, okay?" Fumiya Jin said gently.
"I'll bring some cookies and water up for you later. If you get hungry, eat those first. After everything is over, I'll make something, and we'll eat together, alright?"
Shiina Mashiro didn't know what was about to happen.
But she had always been a very obedient and submissive person.
Although deep down she really wanted to keep clinging to Fumiya Jin...
Since he had specifically said he had business to attend to, there was nothing to be done.
"Okay."
"Such a good girl," Fumiya Jin stroked the girl's head.
Mashiro let him, even actively nuzzling her head against his hand.
After he let go, she whispered, "More..."
Fumiya Jin smiled and had no choice but to pet her for a while longer...
... ...
A few minutes later, Fumiya Jin came back down to the living room on the first floor, holding a large package bag.
He placed it on the coffee table. "Your clothes. Go change."
Yuki Suou faltered slightly, put down her water glass, and opened the bag...
At first glance, there didn't seem to be a major problem.
But when she took the clothes out and looked at them a little more closely... She realized something was off.
This outfit seemed... a little smaller than she'd imagined. A little shorter. Missing a few pieces of fabric...
And when all these factors were combined...
It made this little devil-themed cosplay outfit seem a bit... wrong.
It was like the difference between a standard Japanese school sailor uniform and a pink sailor uniform sold at an erotic online shop...
On the surface, they had the same name. In reality, they weren't the same thing at all!
"Fumiya-san?" Yuki Suou raised an eyebrow, looking at Fumiya Jin. "What we agreed on... I don't think it was this kind of outfit..."
"Isn't it normal for the picture to not match the actual product?" Fumiya Jin said with a look of perfect entitlement.
"But this discrepancy is a little too much! It's practically the difference between the beef in an instant noodle commercial and the actual beef-bits in the instant noodles!!" Yuki Suou couldn't help but retort.
"So, are you going to break your promise?" Fumiya Jin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh... How can you count it like that? You're the one who bought it..."
"Miss Suou, the small-fry brat. Always mocking others for not daring to do this or that. Don't tell me that when it's your turn, you don't even dare to wear an outfit that's just a little revealing?" Fumiya Jin said with a grin.
"You..."
Yuki Suou gritted her white teeth, snorted coldly, and said, "Such a clumsy attempt at reverse psychology. You don't really think that would work on me, do you, small-fry Fumiya-san?"
"There's definitely a cowardly, promise-breaking small-fry in this room, but it's absolutely not me," Fumiya Jin said, shrugging. "Wouldn't you agree?"
"You, you, you..." Yuki Suou stomped her foot. "You really think I don't dare? I'm afraid you won't be able to control yourself!
Can you guarantee that if I come out wearing this, you'll be able to resist doing bad things to me?
If you can guarantee it, I'll dare to wear it."
"I guarantee it."
"If you can't, you're a dog!! Dare to say it?"
"No problem."
"Fine," Yuki Suou slammed her hand on the table. "I'll wear it!"
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