Slowly, little by little, he let go of his hand.
Fujiwara Reya didn’t dare linger any longer; he turned and fled.
Behind him, Kasahara Fumi panted heavily, covering her clothes with her hands, squatting down slowly in embarrassment.
"Hey, Fumi..." Natsuki Kuri squatted down with a smile and said something to her, making her already blushing face turn even redder and hotter.
Slipping out of the fitting room, Fujiwara Reya’s heart was pounding.
His forehead and back were soaked with sweat, and he was feeling a bit panicked, not daring to stay there. He was thinking about how to retaliate against Natsuki Kuri for this despicable act as he dashed towards the door.
Just a few meters from the door, he came to a screeching halt!
He turned around and walked towards the waiting area, grabbing the Brown Bear costume and putting it on his head.
"I think I just saw Mr. Fujiwara."
"You must have seen wrong; this is a women’s lingerie store. How could he be here?"
"You’re right, he wouldn’t be that much of a pervert."
The beautiful Mrs. Hoshimi and her elegant and beautiful daughter walked hand in hand into the store.
A staff member dressed in a costume happened to walk by, apparently planning to greet customers at the entrance. Mrs. Hoshimi casually stopped him and commanded, " and help carry things."
Under the headgear, Fujiwara Reya wanted to cry.
Is Tokyo really such a small place that we can run into each other ?
"Rinko, have you grown any bigger?"
Hoshimi Rinko looked distressed.
"Try it out, maybe there will be a surprise." Mrs. Hoshimi said as she looked at the bras in the display case and instructed the Brown Bear, "Get all the styles in this row in a B cup to try."
"The ones on the shelf are all B cups," Fujiwara Reya said, disguising his voice.
"A man?" Hoshimi Rinko frowned.
"It’s fine, as long as he doesn’t see anything." Mrs. Hoshimi reassured her daughter and instructed, "Take them all down and bring them to the fitting room door."
Does the senior have a B... Fujiwara Reya pondered this question as he obediently took down more than ten and delivered them to the fitting room area.
"That’s enough, you can go!" Mrs. Hoshimi waved her hand.
Fujiwara Reya breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned to run, but was entangled by a few customers for a while, wasting several minutes.
Then, the store manager spotted him there and came over to drive him away: "Hurry up and stand at the door!"
The door opened, and Hoshimi Rinko came out holding a pile of bras. Looking at her mother, she shook her head and sighed, "No change from last year, still can only wear A."
Mrs. Hoshimi also shook her head and smiled: "It’s okay, with your mom’s genes, you still have room to grow."
Your genes... Fujiwara Reya subconsciously glanced at the curve of Mrs. Hoshimi’s chest; it definitely didn’t exceed a B.
"Forget it, I don’t care about that." Hoshimi Rinko maintained a brave and graceful smile, "The size of the bust doesn’t decide a woman’s worth. For me personally, I can accept any size, I really don’t care..."
You’re not truly happy; your smile is just a disguise... Fujiwara Reya sang in his heart, suddenly seeing a flash of light.
The headgear was removed with an incredibly swift motion, accompanied by Natsuki Kuri’s clear and crisp laughter in his ears.
"Haha, Linlin, you’re really mischievous, dressing up as Brown Bear to tease us!"
An inexplicable chill blew over, and a girl lost her highlights.
Looking at the familiar face in the Brown Bear costume, her mind went blank with a "buzz," her heart stopped, and her breath ceased. Her whole being "zoomed" as if she died on the spot.
The elegant smile, the perfect visage... all were illusions, everything frozen, devoid of any life.
Only the trembling shoulders perfectly illustrated the saying: some people are still alive, but she is already dead.