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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Chapter 200: This Yumiko Is Just Lame
The evil plan of the Great Demon King Miura ultimately did not succeed.
The hero Kaito descended from the sky, drew the Holy Sword, and at the critical moment saved the young priestess Gotou Hitori from the claws of evil, successfully preventing the pure soul of the girl from being defiled. Truly a cause for celebration, a cause for celebration.
"Too much!"
Leaving the clothing store, Miura Yumiko still held her forehead, puffed up her cheeks involuntarily, and paired with the smooth skin unique to youthful girls, she looked like she had the texture of a soft glutinous rice dumpling.
'Clearly I just wanted to tease Bocchi a little... yet that stinky president actually took it seriously and flicked my forehead without mercy.'
'Do I really look that much like someone who doesn't know boundaries?'
'Too mean, definitely deserves a glare.'
The blonde girl cast a resentful gaze at the culprit, trying to make him feel morally condemned.
In response, Kaito bent his finger, making a flicking gesture.
[You used the skill "Feint."]
[The effect was tremendous.]
[The enemy became flustered and used the skill "Hold Head and Crouch Defense," taking heavy damage.]
[You won!]
If this world were a game, the system announcement would've popped up with this broadcast right now.
"Alright, stop fooling around," Looking at the still crouching, head-holding blonde girl who made one hallucinate a certain several-hundred-year-old vampire princess, Kaito flicked her little forehead mercilessly. His conscience didn't hurt at all, he even wanted to flick again.
He had no doubt that if he hadn't stopped it, Yumiko would've definitely done some... anyway, in every sense of the word, things highly unsuitable for children, right in front of Bocchi.
It would be fine if it were in private, but trying to rope the little social anxiety girl into their play like this was a bit much.
Even if he wasn't upset, Bocchi might just have a full-on cyber mental breakdown right there, and then collapse into a puddle of indescribably pink, non-Newtonian goo under some unspeakable screech.
Since just now, the pink-haired girl hadn't said a word.
The little social anxiety girl kept her head down, long hair cascading like a waterfall, covering her fair cheeks, which were now blazing red like fire.
She had already changed out of that questionable pink tracksuit into a JK uniform picked out with Miura's help, only the short skirt was swapped for a slightly longer version, making her look completely refreshed and new. Cuteness level:
Even Kaito, upon first seeing her dressed like this, had a passing thought of "this Bocchi-chan still got it going on" well, okay, that was just a joke.
He simply pulled out his phone and, like last time with the maid outfit Bocchi, snapped a commemorative photo. It gave him that "new CG unlocked" kind of feeling.
The sudden flash naturally caught the pink-haired girl's attention, but the little social anxiety girl wasn't angry at all, she looked like she was about to be swallowed by shyness.
Because she'd barged into the neighboring fitting room out of worry that Miura might have run into an evil spirit, she was only wearing some tight, thin innerwear at the time.
So...
From the unseen depths of the Mindless Blade Abyss, to the pale, flat, palm-sized tummy, and down to the slightly fleshy but perfectly proportioned snowy white legs. All the secrets that no one had seen or should see were seen clearly by the president.
Even though she had clumsily changed into new clothes later, the thought of this reality filled Gotou Hitori with a blanked-out brain and an intense CPU-overload-level shame.
That's just how shy girls are.
In contrast, Yumiko was much more at ease, not at all bothered by what had just happened.
If Bocchi hadn't interrupted her good mood, she might've unlocked a new scene already.
"It's still pretty early, huh? How about we go see a movie next?"
The blonde girl glanced at her phone screen, it was just 4 p.m., still a long time before dark.
She still had other plans for the evening. It would be a waste of time just waiting around now.
"Let's eat something first?", Kaito shook his head, "Otherwise you guys might get hungry halfway through."
"No need," Yumiko rubbed her belly, "I already had a bunch of snacks earlier, so I'm not hungry at all now"
Bocchi also carefully nodded, agreeing with her.
Since both girls said so, Kaito didn't insist.
"Then let's buy tickets. What movie should we watch?"
"Of course it has to be a horror movie," Yumiko still hadn't forgotten her mission as the wingman, her tone firm and decisive.
If there's one movie genre that best catalyzes feelings between the sexes, horror is obviously the top choice.
Because you're too scared, so you instinctively hold your boyfriend's hand, normal, right?
Because you're too scared, so you jump into your boyfriend's arms, also normal, right?
Especially Bocchi-chan is naturally timid. When she sees bloody horror scenes, won't she jump in fright, trembling as she hides in the president's arms for comfort?
'Do you not understand what it means when a plan comes together? (tactical lean back) This round, there's no way I lose.'
[Three Hours Later]
As the staff credits scrolled across the big screen, the movie finally ended.
"It's finally over."
Kaito stretched and looked at the blonde girl beside him, raising an eyebrow, "Why do you look all dazed? Scared silly?"
Even the fearless Gotou Hitori looked at her with concern, "Mi-Miura-san? Are you okay?"
Miura Yumiko: "..."
If not for the constant screams echoing through the theater, she might've thought she bought the wrong ticket.
Actually, what she bought wasn't even a horror movie ticket, it should've been a comedy ticket.
Otherwise why did Bocchi-chan, usually timid and shy, not even blink from start to finish?
'This makes no sense.'
'Not being able to scare the president is one thing, even real ghosts in real life are just lambs for slaughter in front of him, let alone a fake script?'
'But when did Bocchi's courage get this big?'
'Shouldn't she be trembling in fear and crying as she dives into the president's arms for comfort?'
'Aren't you acting a little too calm here?'
"A-actually", Bocchi thought Miura was the one who got scared, so she gently comforted her, "The movie wasn't that scary. Miura-san, as long as you just think of it as fake"
That's true in principle, but not everyone can manage that.
Just like everyone knows the ghosts in haunted houses are staff in costumes and won't hurt them, but in the dark environment, they still get caught up in the atmosphere and run around in a panic.
"I'm not scared, it's just"
Yumiko let out a deep sigh, 'Never mind, a small failure like this is no big deal. If this plan doesn't work, I have other plans.'
'When night falls later, that's when I'll truly shine.'
As for now
"Bocchi, help me up a bit."
"Eh?", Gotou Hitori froze.
The blonde girl weakly said, "My legs are still a little soft."
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Chapter 201: Bocchi Captured Succesfully
The sky gradually dimmed.
Dusk spread like a pool of bluish-gray dye over the buildings, startling the birds returning home. The streetlights lit up one after another, interweaving with the neon lights flowing from the cubicles of office buildings, casting soft patches of light on the asphalt road. From the nearby 24-hour convenience store came a faint aroma of instant noodles, perhaps a corporate slave who just finished overtime was foraging for food.
Although being the only one whose legs went weak from fright was embarrassing to mention after leaving the cinema, Miura Yumiko quickly pulled herself together again, just like a worn-out human who had been tempered a thousand times, "What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger."
"What's the plan next?"
Kaito glanced down at the screen, 'Just fifteen minutes away from exactly eight o'clock.'
"I booked a private room in advance."
Yumiko also waved her phone, speaking seriously, "Why don't we go eat something together? Bocchi must be hungry too, right?"
