Fujino looked completely bewildered, taking a moment to process what had just happened.
No, ma'am, were you robbing the cradle too?
What was wrong with the world these days?
Did even pitiful young boys have to worry about being preyed upon by older women?
The smile on the woman's seductive face deepened, and it looked as though she was practically drooling from the corners of her mouth. "I really like your type. For a handsome little brother like you, big sister certainly won't be stingy with the tip..."
Fujino: "...?"
What the hell was this? Was robbing the cradle free now?
No, wait. Did she say she wanted to spend money on him? He hadn't misheard, right?
So he was the prey here!
What was wrong with this world?!
"Ahem!"
Just then, a familiar soft cough rang out.
Fujino looked over and saw Sato Miwako walking toward him. "Sorry, sorry. Did I keep you waiting long?"
She swept her gaze over the woman, then looked at Fujino before reaching out and forcefully dragging him away. "All right, it's getting late. Let's go!"
"Tch..."
The woman clicked her tongue in displeasure, but ultimately had no choice but to leave and search for another target.
Sato forcefully dragged Fujino some distance away, then teasingly asked with an amused look, "So, who exactly was unsuitable? Who got mistaken for cosplay?"
"That was all an accident."
Fujino gave her a deadpan stare. "How was I supposed to know that woman was so outrageous? She even went after kids."
Sato narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "But you seemed pretty experienced at dealing with it."
"I told you, it was an accident..." Fujino said weakly.
"An accident? No one is more stubborn than you."
Sato Miwako sighed helplessly. She glanced at the neon lights nearby, then at