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"Great! Let's get lunch first." Suou Yuki took out her phone and began scrolling through it enthusiastically, looking truly happy about Alya joining them. "Perfect, there's a shop I've heard great things about. Let's try it today."
"Wait... you don't mean that shop, do you?! No, Alya-san, don't force yourself..."
"What's the matter? Weren't you looking forward to it too, Kuze? Let's go, let's go!"
Yuki giggled as she tugged on Masachika's sleeve, her voice carrying a hint of a spoiled tone. She turned her gaze and saw Alya—who didn't realize disaster was imminent—looking confused. The corner of Yuki's mouth lifted slightly as she seemingly accidentally hugged the boy's arm, burying it against her soft chest.
"Let's go, let's just try it~"
Alya's eye twitched.
Hard to say if the block of wood has bloomed... but I definitely see a cat trying to steal some fish! So what if you're childhood friends? I'm definitely keeping a close eye on you now!
Provoked by Yuki's subtle show of dominance, Alya stuck close to Masachika's side, and the three-person date began. The high-and-mighty silver princess, the dignified black-haired lady, and the handsome boy sandwiched between them—the already conspicuous trio drew even more eyes. Alya and Yuki were not only exceptionally beautiful but also behaved with an elegance that suggested they came from wealthy, well-bred families. Their closeness to Masachika, the underlying ambiguity, and the subtle atmosphere of competition between the two girls made people wonder about their true relationship.
Countless men stared at Masachika with envy and jealousy, wondering which family's young master this was to have two such distinct and enchanting girls vying for his affection.
Under Yuki's mischief, the three entered a super-spicy restaurant called "Hell's Cauldron." The caught-off-guard Alya was instantly defeated, her eyes turning red and watery from the intensely spicy ramen. Masachika gave his calm-looking sister a frustrated look, knowing she was laughing her head off internally. After paying the bill, he led Alya out of the shop and found a mobile cart to buy her a soft-serve ice cream cone to neutralize the spice.
While chatting and taking small licks of the ice cream, Alya peeked at the boy. Her heart felt as sweet as the melting cream. The fact that he had specifically moved away from that hateful Suou to take care of her made Alya feel the happiness of special treatment.
Well, just a little bit. After all, he still hasn't explained why that Suou could run into his house in the morning and sit on top of him...
"Masachika, are you free later?"
"Mmm? Yeah, since Suou has her own things to take care of." Masachika took out his phone and checked an email that said: [I'm going to buy some other things first, you and Alya-san do as you please]. He was used to it; she would suddenly disappear while shopping and then return later, blushing and fidgeting—likely because she had gone to buy more R-18 doujins to pile up in his house. "We'll meet up later. I don't have any special plans for the afternoon."
"Then... can you accompany me to buy some clothes?"
Masachika was a bit surprised; after all, this was something usually done between very close men and women. But looking at Alya, who asked with feigned indifference, he thought she simply had no friends to shop with. Feeling a sense of pity, he agreed.
Seeing him agree so readily, Alya felt a secret joy. Stimulated by Yuki, her competitive spirit was high; she was determined to win a round and make Masachika notice her charm. They found a clothing store, and Alya, suppressed her shyness, tried on a white dress. When she pulled back the curtain and stepped out, the women nearby let out sighs of envious admiration.
"H-how is it?"
"Mmm, it suits you well," Masachika said, cupping his chin as he looked her up and down. "It's both pure and feminine. You look even cuter."
Poof! Alya's fair face instantly turned beet red.
"T-then, I'll try on another one..."
She pulled the curtain shut, crouched down, hugged her knees, and buried her face. What she didn't notice was that the moment she turned around, the seemingly calm Masachika also couldn't keep his expression together and covered his mouth.
So embarrassing! How could I/he say something like that!
Women passing by saw the scene and snickered behind their hands. Comments like "They look like a student couple" and "How youthful" made Masachika's sense of shame rise another level.
What he didn't know was that just a few steps away, someone pursed her lips and walked over.
"Having fun with Alya-san, Brother?"
Masachika turned his head in surprise to see his sister smoothing her messy hair. After waving goodbye to a chubby figure, she walked over slowly.
"Yuki? How did you know we were here? Did you finish your shopping?"
"...I just happened to come by after finishing. I ran into a classmate I know who said they saw you and Alya-san trying on clothes, so I didn't bother emailing—I just came straight here." Yuki gestured with the bags in her hand, casually moving past the topic.
Eh? The classmate she mentioned... was it that fat guy just now? I've never heard her mention him...
"Never mind that. I didn't interrupt you, did I, dear Brother?" Yuki flashed her usual gentle smile, but for some reason, Masachika felt a chill down his spine. "You look like you're having a very happy date with Alya. My, how youthful—even I'm getting 'doki-doki' just watching."
"What kind of random jealousy is this?" Masachika sighed, not understanding why his sister was acting up again. "I'm just helping Alya try on clothes. She doesn't even have friends to shop with; it's too pitiful."
"Hmph—is that so?"
Yuki let out a skeptical huff. Giving her brother a meaningful look, she walked over to a nearby clothing rack and picked up the same white dress Alya had just worn, gesturing with it against her own body.
"Then, how would I look in it? Would I also be 'both pure and feminine'? Dear... Bro... ther...?"
No, that's a completely different concept, isn't it? Leaving aside the purity part, at the very least, you definitely aren't as 'feminine' as Alya... strictly in terms of size.
As if sensing Masachika's silent implication, the corners of Yuki's narrowed eyes twitched. She grabbed Masachika's hand and pulled him toward a distant clothing rack. "Which other one? Which other one did Alya-san try on? Point them out to me!"
"No, why are you getting competitive now... Wait, wait!"
Pulling at Masachika, Yuki only gave him enough time to cast one glance back before he was hauled away. *Alya won't be angry if she doesn't see me when she comes out, right?* The thought only had time to flicker through his mind before it was brushed aside, lured away by the flirtatious pouting of a jealous Yuki.