"Yumiko really does have great taste~"
"Wow, I never knew you could combine these like that~"
"Yumiko is so amazing~"
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Mio twirled in front of the mirror, then happily latched onto Miura's arm.
Her actress instincts were telling her this would be the perfect moment to plant a kiss on Miura's cheek—after all, she was temporarily her girlfriend. But reason told her that if she actually did that, Miura would definitely explode.
Just imagining Miura looking at her with that "you're absolute garbage" expression... Mio suddenly felt like maybe kissing her wouldn't be so bad.
Mio quietly pinched her own thigh. The pain snapped her thoughts back on track.
Miura, showered with Mio's compliments, wore a proud smile. When it came to fashion coordination and makeup, she was quite confident in her abilities.
Mio struck while the iron was hot, getting Miura to help her pick out several more outfits.
By the time Miura came to her senses, she realized she'd been entirely focused on choosing clothes for Mio without paying much attention to herself.
On any other day, this never would've happened.
Scary.
She'd almost lost herself in all those compliments and cute acts.
If even she—another girl—was affected this much, any normal guy would probably be completely done for by now.
While Miura was lost in thought, Mio's voice snapped her out of it. But unlike before, her tone and attitude weren't so clingy: "Well? Did you learn something?"
"I guess I learned, but... whether I can actually pull it off is another story." Miura felt like she'd failed the lesson.
"That's fine. The day's only just begun~"
Before Miura could react, Mio had transformed back into that adorable little devil.
Miura figured Mio would make a great actress. Her mood shifts were fast and natural, and she played the girlfriend role without any awkwardness whatsoever.
Having bought enough clothes, Mio started helping Miura pick outfits instead.
But for Miura, Mio's suggestions were merely suggestions. Most of the time, she just kept complimenting her, trying to keep Miura in a good mood.
A happy Miura generally didn't put on her queenly persona.
Good thing her [Schrödinger's Card] had only been upgraded once. If it were a level or two higher, she might already be scheming to get Miura to berate her.
Unlike Mio, who preferred to buy everything in one go, Miura liked browsing multiple stores before deciding.
This meant Mio couldn't help but buy a few more items. Thank goodness the payment for her and Mashiro's manuscripts had already come in. Otherwise, she'd be seriously considering choosing [Pocket Money] as her next task reward.
After finishing with regular clothing stores, they moved on to lingerie.
Winter uniforms were coming soon, but they still included skirts. Mio had no intention of going bare-legged in the middle of winter.
Though she did have that cold resistance card, so she didn't need anything too thick. Something around 40-60 denier should do.
After picking out what she needed, Miura's voice suddenly came from behind: "Mio, wanna try this on?"
"Hm?"
Mio turned around and immediately saw Miura holding up a set of sexy black lace lingerie, smiling mischievously.
If it were any ordinary girl, they'd probably be blushing and stammering "Stop joking around."
But Mio was no ordinary girl. She took the hanger from Miura, held it up against herself, and said: "If Yumiko wants to see me in it, I'll buy it~"
Miura clearly hadn't expected Mio to say something like that. Her expression froze for a moment before she quietly looked away. "No need. I was just joking."
"Really? If Yumiko wants to see, I don't even have to wear it, you know~" Mio pressed on relentlessly. Did Miura really think she could out-tease her? Girl was a hundred years too early for that.
"No need!"
Miura struggled to maintain her dignity, but the faint blush on her face betrayed her feelings.
She shouldn't have tried to mess with Mio.
"What a shame then. Whenever Yumiko wants to see, just let me know~"
"I'm not going to want to see that!"
Miura didn't know if Mio did it on purpose, but when they checked out, Mio actually bought that sexy set she'd picked out.
The salesclerk glanced at Mio's innocent-looking face, then at Miura whose arm Mio was holding, and her eyes practically sparkled with the light of a thousand fujoshi dreams.
Miura opened her mouth to explain, but ultimately gave up. Some things only get worse the more you try to clarify.
Besides, she had no obligation to explain anything to a stranger.
By the time they left the lingerie shop, it was already lunchtime.
Mio gently tugged at Miura's sleeve, looking at her with puppy eyes. "Yumiko, I'm hungry."
"Then let's go. I'll take you somewhere good."
Miura brought Mio to a restaurant she frequented. The moment she sat down, Mio squeezed in right beside her.
"In situations like this, don't hesitate—sit right next to your date. It creates better opportunities."
"I see."
Caught off guard by Mio's sudden shift to serious mode, Miura almost didn't process it in time.
"And this is what you should do." Mio picked up the menu and moved closer to Miura, as if wanting to look at it together.
At the same time, Miura felt Mio's smooth, long legs brush against hers.
Before she could react, Mio pulled back slightly as if startled, her face turning pink. "Ah, sorry, I didn't notice."
"I-it's fine." Miura responded instinctively, then suddenly remembered—Mio was just demonstrating. She didn't need to react at all!
But come to think of it, how was Mio so skilled at this?! She said she'd never dated before, didn't she?
Mio really had never dated. But she'd acted in romance dramas before—granted, only as an unimportant side character without any romantic subplot. Still, she'd learned a lot. Combined with her accumulated experience from playing dating sims, Mio was confident she was now a certified romance master!
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