Even if she wants to get close, the sun's brilliance is too dazzling, making her feel inferior and ashamed.
'Someone like me, a groundnut, a grasshopper, a sewer rat, merely touching the noble sleeve of the club president is already an unforgivable, top-tier crime of overstepping my bounds and rebelling against the heavens! Holding h-h-h-holding hands or whatever impossible! Absolutely impossible!'
Seeing her like this, timid, insecure, and shy, Miura Yumiko couldn't help but facepalm in her heart, feeling a headache.
She had specially crafted such a perfect opportunity. She understood the club president's personality very well. While he might look aloof and indifferent, that was just his camouflage.
The president wasn't cold at all, nor hard to approach. He was just a bit clumsy in social situations, like a newly hatched chick that needed a mother's guidance.
If you peeled away that protective layer, you'd find the real him is quite "easy to deceive," has no defenses around people he's close to, and is easily soft-hearted. It's enough to make one worry whether he'll be tricked by some wicked woman into having three kids, 'Wait, I'm the wicked woman myself, never mind, then.'
Ahem, in any case, as long as Bocchi was left alone looking all pitiful, with the president's personality, there's no way he'd just ignore her.
The stage had been set, and the play was unfolding just as she imagined, but the heroine got cold feet at the critical moment.
It was like Romeo and Juliet had agreed to elope. When night fell and Romeo painstakingly climbed over the wall into the Capulet garden and opened his arms toward the window saying "You jump! You jump!"Juliet looked at him and said, "I thought about it I've always seen you as a brother, so let's not bring this up again. You may take your leave, good sir."
Writers who penned such awful drama would surely be cursed out by angry audiences, and the actors on stage likely wouldn't escape being pelted with rotten eggs and vegetables either.
Annoying as it was, Yumiko quickly let it go when she considered Bocchi's personality. Bocchi was just that kind of timid little coward. Afraid even in the face of happiness, hurt by even the softest cushion, so it wasn't surprising she would shrink back.
'But it's fine, because I will take action.'
This three-some date was only just beginning. She still had many clever tricks up her sleeve, 'Just a mere club president, how can he possibly resist? No way he can resist. Surrender obediently under Bocchi-chan's sporty skirt.'
'Wait, isn't it kind of weird to be putting so much effort into helping another girl seduce my own boyfriend?'
Yumiko pondered it for two seconds, then decisively gave up on thinking.
'Well, well, these irrelevant little details don't matter at all.'
'Bocchi, I shall aid you.'
In the end, Kaito still took the pink-haired girl's little hand proactively.
Some say Shibuya is the place with the most beautiful girls in Tokyo. Here you can see cool, energetic, tall, petite, soft, moe, edgy all kinds of girls in a wide variety of styles. And in this world, because of the gender imbalance, the number of beautiful girls is even several times higher.
When everyone is a beauty, you could say that no one is a beauty. So under these conditions, handsome guys undoubtedly stand out more.
Kaito was already used to being approached by strangers when going out, but when the crowd thickened, Yumiko was okay, but Bocchi, who originally only dared hold onto his sleeve, got pushed into a corner. And of course, she didn't dare complain, just stood there looking pitiful with all the softness of ten little Shoushou combined.
With no other choice, he took the initiative once more, gripping Bocchi's hand tightly and pulling her back to his side.
He also took the chance to cast a small mental suggestion spell on himself to slightly lower his attractiveness to passersby. Although some people still came up to flirt, the frequency was much lower than before.
Actually, Kaito wasn't too fond of this feeling of hiding himself. He preferred to face the world openly.
But having been in this world for so long, he had slowly learned to adapt.
Compared to constant interruptions, a little cover-up wasn't such a bad thing.
With no one disturbing them, the three of them indeed enjoyed a period of free and relaxed time together.
But
Was it just his imagination?
He kept feeling like today's Yumiko seemed a bit strange.
"Seemed" was just a polite euphemism.
If Kaito were to describe it more precisely it would be, "Not at ease."
Of course, those four words deserve to be in quotation marks.
In any case, she kept doing bizarre things.
Including but not limited to: buying a crepe at a roadside stand, taking one bite herself, then letting Bocchi take a bite, then using the excuse that she couldn't finish it and having Kaito eat the rest.
It's normal for couples to share food, but throw in a third person and the vibe changes.
Even though Bocchi was a flawless beauty herself, Kaito still fell silent for two seconds.
The problem was, he found it hard to say no.
It wasn't out of any romantic interest, just that he wanted to take care of the little socially anxious girl's feelings, so she wouldn't think he was disgusted by her. This was undoubtedly an open trap.
He looked deeply at the giggling Miura Yumiko.
'Even while enduring the pain of pushing her boyfriend into another girl's arms, she can still smile this brightly?'
'Yumiko, you bastard'
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Chapter 198: Yumiko: You dont want Bocchi to find out either, right?
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.
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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Chapter 199: Miura Yumiko: You came just in time!
"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."
