"Wait... wait a minute... Azuma-kun! I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... oyster... crab... fish!"
Bocchi clung to Yukima Azuma's arm, softly calling out with a pleading voice, gradually turning into strange words.
At this point, she no longer cared about the distance between her and Azuma.
It could only be said that, compared to the saleswoman and the new clothes, Azuma was much easier to accept.
Her head was almost shaking nonstop like a wind chime.
However, her objections were very faint.
Even if Yukima Azuma heard her,
He pretended like he didn't hear anything.
Paying attention to Bocchi's thoughts here would definitely be a negative point.
That was the path to a bad ending.
"These are the outfits. I'm not sure what style you prefer, but I've prepared two popular sets, you can try them on."
The saleswoman handed clothes to Bocchi.
She wanted to lead Bocchi to the fitting room.
Yukima Azuma took the clothes from her.
"I'll handle it, she's a little shy."
Hearing that, the saleswoman nodded.
Watching the two of them walk toward the fitting room, she couldn't help but smile gently.
So sweet, so sweet!
If only I also had a considerate, handsome, and wealthy boyfriend like that.
Even if he wasn't that considerate, it would still be great.
After smiling for a moment, the saleswoman's smile faded.
*Saleswoman sighing +1.*
...
She was pushed into the fitting room.
Bocchi gently held the clothes, continuing to shake her head incessantly.
Yukima Azuma didn't hesitate, reaching out to press her head down.
"Go change! Hey, Bocchi, you know, this is a favor from a friend!"
Bocchi's eyes widened.
Master Order version 2.0.
However, even though she realized that Yukima Azuma was giving her a forceful order,
She didn't want her friend to feel disappointed,
So Bocchi slowly pulled the fitting room curtain closed.
She reached up to unzip her hoodie.
'There's only a thin curtain, so Azuma-kun can definitely hear me changing...'
Just as this thought crossed Bocchi's mind,
She suddenly heard, from outside the curtain, the sound of a famous band playing guitar.
It was surely a song from a chart-topping playlist.
Bocchi had just listened to that song not long ago.
As she began to relax a little,
The initial thoughts she had returned to her mind unexpectedly.
'Wait, can Azuma-kun really read my thoughts?'
The music masked the faint sounds from inside the fitting room.
Yukima Azuma had waited a long time.
Long enough that the saleswoman had continuously glanced over here, as if wondering if something unusual was happening.
Finally, after a long wait, the fitting room curtain slowly opened.
Bocchi appeared before Yukima Azuma, no longer in her simple pink tracksuit.
Instead, she wore a black and white look like maid-style dress with puffy sleeves, looking incredibly cute.
She even had a small white round hat on her head.
"That really suits you! So cute!"
The saleswoman standing beside her complimented, then quickly left.
She was quite perceptive, clearly noticing that the customer didn't want to interact with others.
But a compliment was still necessary; it was part of her professional duty.
Bocchi, startled, looked like a dead fish.
Yukima Azuma still said nothing.
Bocchi felt extremely tense inside.
Humiliated, she felt like she wanted to die.
Indeed, cute outfits like this didn't suit me, a country bumpkin like me...
With a death-wish kind of mindset, Bocchi decided to pull the curtain back to change into her old clothes.
With the thought that it didn't matter if she died, she finally looked up, planning to sneak a glance at Yukima Azuma's expression.
And the result, when her gaze lifted...
The expression Bocchi had expecteddisgustdidn't appear at all.
So, how should she describe this expression?
It seemed like... he was just stunned?
As soon as this thought appeared, Bocchi immediately berated herself in her mind.
She was sure she must have a broken brain to come up with such self-loving thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I spaced out for a bit, but it's really Bocchi, you're just too cute."
Finally, after a long silence, Yukima Azuma's voice rang out.
But it came at just the right moment.
Bocchi's heart stirred wildly.
If he had complimented her immediately, she would have just thought it was out of politeness.
But now, Bocchi actually believed that maybe, just maybe, she could be cuteat least, she believed it by 1%.
"Try on another one, I'm sure it'll suit you perfectly!"
"Uh... okay!"
She pulled the curtain back.
This time, Bocchi moved much faster.
The second outfit was a black mermaid-style dress, like something you'd wear to a formal ball.
Compared to the first one, which was cute, this one leaned more towards a seductive style.
It emphasized her curves and enhanced her aura.
The saleswoman had clearly put a lot of effort into selecting a variety of outfits and trying out all kinds of styles.
After changing, Bocchi felt a sense of regret.
She bravely looked into the mirror.
It was way too alluring.
When she wore sports clothes, it wasn't as obvious, but the tight-fitting dress revealed everything she usually hid under the loose athletic wear.
Bocchi wasn't lying about her measurements.
D-cup was just D-cup.
Bocchi trembled as she pulled the curtain back.
For the second time, her gaze was like a dead fish.
"So beautiful, thank you for your hospitality."
This time, the response came quickly.
Before Bocchi could even react, the fitting room curtain was pulled back from the outside.
Then, her phone began to buzz.
Yukima Azuma: [You look great, really great, but Bocchi's body is too beautiful. You'd better not wear outfits like that out in public!]
She looked at the message.
For the first time, Bocchi felt embarrassed because she was a girl, not because of her social anxiety.
But at the same time, she felt happy.
After all, she only wore baggy sports clothes because she wasn't confident.
Being complimented here, it could be said, had touched the heart of this young girl.
She crouched down, hugging her face for a moment.
Bocchi was about to change clothes.
However...
"Huh... huh!? Wait, huh huh huh!?"
Bocchi reached behind her, trying to unzip the mermaid dress.
However, the zipper at the back seemed to be stuck.
No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't budge.
And because she was trying to pull the zipper from behind, Bocchi's arm suddenly cramped up.
The sharp pain made her pull her arm back, slamming it against the fitting room wall.
A heavy sound echoed, followed by Bocchi's muffled groan of pain.
"Bocchi, are you okay?"
A voice called from outside the room.
Bocchi wanted to reply, but the pain was so intense that she couldn't make a sound.
So...
The fitting room curtain was pulled open slightly.
Yukima Azuma quickly squeezed in.
Bocchi crouched on the floor, staring at the teenager who appeared in the cramped space, her eyes wide in shock.
Yukima Azuma glanced at her for a moment and immediately understood what had happened.
He pulled her hand and checked it quickly.
Luckily, there were no injuries.
He continued to massage her arm along the veins.
Before long, the cramp in Bocchi's arm eased.
Although, by now, due to her embarrassment, Bocchi didn't even feel the pain anymore.
"So the zipper of the dress won't go down, right?"
"Ah... yeah... sorry, red bean, sweet honey!"
"Bocchi, you don't need to apologize. Just turn around, I'll help you."
"Huh!?"
Hearing this, Bocchi's eyes widened, her mouth slightly open.
Is... is this really appropriate?
Because they were friends, helping each other change clothes was perfectly normal, right?
But is this really normal?
Bocchi mind began to overload...
Chapter 59: Since we are friends, I guess kissing is normal, right!?
Chapter 59: Since we are friends, I guess kissing is normal, right!?
In the cramped dressing room.
Bocchi felt like she was suffocating, her head spinning.
Of course, that was just an illusion. A small space surrounded by curtains couldn't possibly lack oxygen.
Bocchi obediently stood still, trying to press her body against the wall in front of her.
Suddenly, she felt a warm sensation at the back of her neck.
Bocchi, who had never had any physical contact except with her parents,
trembled uncontrollably.
The warm sensation at the back of her neck quickly disappeared.
Bocchi realized that her earlier movement had caused Yukima Azuma to let go of her.
She intended to apologize.
But at that moment, her waist was gripped by the person standing behind her.
The apology she had meant to say was now only a soft moan, like a little kitten.
"Unn~..."
The sound was indeed a bit ambiguous.
Especially in this situation, in a dressing room like this, it could easily provoke the other person.
Although Yukima Azuma couldn't see Gotoh Hitori's face right now,
he could imagine her expression.
Because the back of Gotoh Hitori's neck had turned a soft pink.
Of course, his earlier action wasn't meant for anything inappropriate.
He had only held Bocchi in place so she wouldn't move around.
Once again, he reached out and pulled the zipper of the mermaid dress down.
This time, Yukima Azuma smoothly pulled the zipper of the dress down.
Immediately, Bocchi's smooth, pale back appeared in front of him.
Beneath the light pink hair, the sight was mesmerizing, making one almost swallow their saliva.
Yukima Azuma silently admired it for a moment.
But he did nothing more.
He simply gently pulled Bocchi's hand, asking her to cover her back for the time being.
Then, he gently pulled one corner of the curtain and stepped out.
The sound of the curtain faintly echoed behind him.
Gotoh Hitori froze.
After waiting for a long while, there was still no movement from behind.
Only then did she slowly turn around.
She saw that no one was behind her anymore.
Bocchi leaned against the wall, her legs weak, slowly sliding down to sit on the floor.
What had just happened was truly more than Bocchi could handle, someone who had never had a single friend.
This close contact with another person,
was a first for Bocchi.
No, almost everything Bocchi did with Yukima Azuma today was a first for her.
Bocchi sat on the floor, trying to calm herself down for a long while.
Finally, she slowly stood up.
"If I keep Azuma-kun waiting too long, he'll hate me! I need to change quickly!"
"That just now... it was just a normal favor between friends, right?"
Bocchi tried to convince herself in her mind.
She took off the mermaid dress,
then reached to grab the clothes from the basket.
But...
"No... I can't find it!?"
Bocchi panicked as she looked into the basket.
She searched everywhere, from left to right, top to bottom, flipping the dressing room upside down, but still couldn't find her pink sports outfit.
Her eyes widened in shock.
Bocchi was in big trouble!
...
The truth was, when Yukima Azuma stepped out earlier, he had casually taken her sports outfit with him.
He had already been thinking about how to deal with the pink sports outfit that lowered her charm and appearance.
And at that moment, Bocchi's zipper got stuck, causing her pain in her hand.
The opportunity for Yukima Azuma to act had presented itself.
Of course, he wasn't going to miss it.
In the dressing room,
Bocchi was frantic, like an fish on a hot pan.
She wanted to call Yukima Azuma.
But after what had just happened,
her face was still bright red.
No matter what, she couldn't bring herself to call out to him.
After a while of hesitation,
she reluctantly reached for the black and white dress.
Once changed,
Bocchi pulled back the curtain.
"Azuma-kun..."
She was about to ask him about her sports outfit,
but before she could speak,
her hand was grabbed by Yukima Azuma.
A saleswoman walked over.
Bocchi immediately switched to "silent mode."
"Please wrap this one up for me, and she can just keep the other one on."
"And this one, please put it in a bag along with the mermaid dress from the dressing room. Thank you."
Yukima Azuma pointed to the mermaid dress in the dressing room, then handed Bocchi's pink sports outfit to the sales assistant.
Bocchi: !
Bocchi: Noooo!
Bocchi: Watermelon! Strawberry! Mango! Oishi!
After the saleswoman left,
Bocchi hurriedly tugged at the corner of Yukima Azuma's shirt, pointing to the pink sports outfit that had just been taken away, wanting to say something.
However, before she could speak,
Yukima Azuma reached out and gently pushed aside the long hair that covered her forehead.
This time, Yukima Azuma took the initiative.
Bocchi was completely unaccustomed to having her whole face exposed like this.
Her gaze immediately became vacant.
"Bocchi is really cute. If you just fixed your hair a bit to show your eyes, it would be perfect."
Bocchi: Aaaaa nooo!
"But today, Bocchi has already changed a lot."
"If you change too quickly, you might not get used to it."
"So, let's put off the haircut for later."
"This time, we'll just change the clothes first."
Yukima Azuma spoke in a soft tone.
Bocchi swallowed nervously.
'Angel! He's an angel! Azuma-kun is truly my angel!'
She completely forgot her initial purpose.
Indeed, human psychology tends to accept something in between two extremes.
For example, if you say the room is too dark and needs a window to be opened,
most people would probably disagree.
But if you suggest removing the entire roof, they'd immediately agree to open the window.
Compared to cutting her hair,
wearing this dress felt much easier for Bocchi to accept.
"Everything is packed, sir. Please come over here to pay."
The sales assistant brought over the POS machine.
Gotoh Hitori was stunned to realize,
this was Ginza.
Buying clothes here...
Looking at the dress she was wearing, the soft material, the beautiful design,
Gotoh Hitori had no concrete idea about the price, only vaguely knowing that it was definitely not cheap.
Would the money she had be enough?
