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"Kaguya-san is just too thin-skinned." Kitagawa Marin said confidently with her hands behind her back, "Those who achieve great things don't bother with trivialities. If it were , I wouldn't care about such small matters."
Amamiya Natsuki silently glanced over: "King of Talk."
"I am not!" Kitagawa Marin puffed out her cheeks, "I'll prove it to you when we get back!"
"You have to do what you say."
"Of course." Kitagawa Marin tilted her chin slightly, then suddenly reacted, "Eh, wait a mont."
This Blonde Girl vigilantly covered her chest: "You're not trying to trick into taking off my clothes, are you?"
Amamiya Natsuki sighed, a desolate expression on his face, and said faintly:
"So, in your eyes, I've always been a despicable and shaless person?"
"I'm sorry…"
Kitagawa Marin bit her lower lip and apologized guiltily.
She was just joking and didn't really an to dislike him.
But what she considered a joke might be hurtful words to others, so she had to apologize sincerely at this mont.
"No need to apologize." Amamiya Natsuki shook his head, "You're not wrong."
"Eh?"
Amamiya Natsuki looked at Kitagawa, a smile suddenly appearing on his face: "I am the scoundrel you spoke of."
"…"
Kitagawa Marin's eyes widened, her pink cheeks suddenly puffed up, and she couldn't help but clench her pink fists and hit him.
"You tricked my feelings, too much, absolutely too much!"
Amamiya Natsuki had anticipated it and easily dodged with a flash.
"You're still running!"
"Only a fool doesn't run."
"It's getting harder, harder, my fist is getting harder."
"…"
No words were exchanged along the way.
When Amamiya Natsuki got off the train, he saw a small, pink-haired girl standing in the corner of the platform. She was wearing a school uniform and looked especially petite and cute.
It was none other than Juju-sama, who not only had pink hair.
"Juju-sama, good afternoon." Amamiya Natsuki raised his hand to greet her.
"Good afternoon." Inui Sajuna looked up, noticed the gazes of passersby around them, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she reminded him in a low voice, "…Don't call that na outside."
"Juju, you arrived so quickly." Kitagawa Marin walked over, her voice especially clear, "I thought I'd have to wait for you."
"The school I attend is nearby." Juju-sama said softly, "And I have nothing else to do after school, so I ca directly."
"Let's go ho first," Kitagawa Marin said, putting her right hand on her hip. "Let's continue the cosplay."
"..."
The three quickly arrived at Kitagawa's Ho.
Amamiya Natsuki lived a bit far, and Juju had a younger sister, so Kitagawa's Ho, where Marin lived alone, beca their base of operations.
"I'm ho."
Kitagawa Marin pushed the door open, entered the house, tossed her schoolbag aside, and, holding onto the shoe cabinet with one hand, bent down to take off her shoes. She slipped on a pair of dog-thed sandals and walked into the house with a thud-thud-thud.
"The weather's been getting hotter lately," Kitagawa Marin said, fanning herself with her hand. She walked over to the refrigerator. "I bought ice cream yesterday. One for each of us."
"Recently, I saw so people on Twitter from other countries talking about 'ice cream freedom' and not being able to afford ice cream. It's so strange. I feel like ice cream prices haven't gone up since I was little."
Amamiya Natsuki took the ice cream and tore open the wrapper. "It's not just ice cream; most prices in the supermarket haven't increased."
Since the economic crisis in the 1990s, more and more people in Japan chose a laid-back lifestyle, and consur desire was generally low. Most items in supermarkets hadn't even increased in price for decades.
A while ago, a long-standing brand of cup noodles, 'Cup Noodle Master,' increased its retail price by fifty yen due to rising raw material costs and other reasons. Over a hundred company executives collectively perford a dogeza apology on television!
It's easy to imagine how difficult it is for product prices to rise in Japan, unlike so unscrupulous capitalists today who sell a single ice cream for dozens of yuan.
Amamiya Natsuki looked at the pink-haired girl. "Juju, why are your dark circles so much heavier?"
Juju, who was eating ice cream, paused her movents and couldn't help but look over with a resentful gaze.
"There are always strange Evil Spirits appearing in my room. I can't sleep properly at all."
"Wear an eye mask?"
"It's useless. When I wear an eye mask, my hearing becos super sensitive, and sotis the Evil Spirits make strange noises, which is even more terrifying."
"You've worked hard," Amamiya Natsuki said, taking a bite of his ice cream. "When I go back, should I copy Evil Spirit Banishing for you?"
"...Thank you."
Inui Sajuha gently exhaled.
There are so things in the world that, once you experience their joy and wonderful taste, you can never give them up.
For the past two days, Amamiya Natsuki had been with Kaguya-san and hadn't co over. Juju had been eagerly awaiting him, wanting to proactively ssage Amamiya Natsuki many tis to borrow his abilities.
However, she had fallen flat on her face in front of Amamiya Natsuki a few days ago, and the pose was too embarrassing, so she held back from ssaging him.
Now that Amamiya Natsuki had taken the initiative, she was instantly relieved.
"Finished!" Kitagawa Marin quickly finished her ice cream, stretched with her hands over her head, and said, "Juju, hurry up, let's go change into our costus."
"Okay."
Juju nodded, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Transforming into a Magical Girl had been her dream since childhood, and now that she had the chance to cosplay a Magical Girl, she was naturally exceptionally happy.
Amamiya Natsuki looked at Juju. "Give your hand."
"Eh?"
"The cosplay skill hasn't been pasted to you yet."
"I, I forgot."
Juju quickly extended her small hand.
"Your hand is so small," Amamiya Natsuki said, gently holding it. "I feel like if I squeezed you, you'd cry for a long ti."
Juju's cheeks puffed out, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "...I won't let you squeeze!"
After finishing the ice cream.
The two girls walked into the bedroom together to change clothes.
Amamiya Natsuki sat on the sofa, reading and studying alone.
Before long, the bedroom door gently opened, and a Succubus Girl erged first.
Red hair.
Horns.
Tail.
Colored contacts.
And the fangs in her mouth, it looked like the recreation was incredibly high.
"The cosplay accuracy is only 30%. I only asked Juju to modify the clothes, and I thought the accuracy would increase," Kitagawa Marin muttered, walking over to Amamiya Natsuki's side.
"Clearly," Amamiya Natsuki said, taking out his notebook and recording data, "simply imitating the costu cannot increase the accuracy. Rather, besides the clothes, a character's actions that fit the image are even more important."
"It's just as I thought..."
The next mont.
The Succubus Girl hugged Amamiya Natsuki's neck from behind, her voice seductive: "Ma~ster, let eat you?"
The familiar sweet fragrance wafted into his nose, and even Amamiya Natsuki's heart couldn't help but quicken for a mont.
"I heard that," Kitagawa Marin said, her delicate hand moving down, her fingertips gently sliding to Amamiya Natsuki's chest. Her pretty face showed a triumphant smile, like a fox eating a chicken. "Master's heart beat faster just now, are you perhaps looking forward to being eaten by ~?"
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