"..."
After watching the two girls enter the fitting rooms, Amamiya Natsuki took out his phone, sent Chika a message, then waited.
A moment later.
A slit suddenly opened in the fitting-room curtain, and half of a pretty face peeked out. She whispered:
"Natsuki-kun, help me~"
Amamiya Natsuki looked up and asked quietly:
"What's wrong?"
Yukinoshita Hiyori whispered pitifully:
"I was in a hurry to find Moeha just now, and I think the zipper on my skirt got stuck. I can't pull it down at all."
Amamiya Natsuki asked softly:
"Want me to come in and help?"
"Mhm, mhm." Yukinoshita Hiyori pressed her palms together. "Please, Natsuki-kun."
Amamiya Natsuki glanced around. Seeing that nobody was paying attention to him, he lifted the curtain and stepped into the stall.
The fitting room wasn't very spacious. One person could manage, but with Amamiya Natsuki stepping inside, it immediately felt cramped.
"Natsuki-kun, in the back, in the back."
Yukinoshita Hiyori turned around and showed him her back.
Under the light, Haruno's neck looked long and slender, and her skin was as white as milk, dazzlingly so.
"Let me take a look."
Amamiya Natsuki leaned closer to inspect it, and a faint, alluring fragrance wafted into his nose.
It was clear that this Haruno wore makeup often—and had been marinating in it for a while.
"The zipper's caught on the fabric," Amamiya Natsuki quickly found the problem. "Elder Sister Haruno, don't move."
"Mhm, mhm."
Yukinoshita Hiyori answered repeatedly, then braced a hand against the wall to steady herself.
There was no unfortunate slip-and-fall or anything like that. A moment later, Amamiya Natsuki smoothly pulled down the skirt's zipper.
"All done."
Amamiya Natsuki stepped back half a pace and dusted off his hands.
"Thank you, Natsuki-kun." Yukinoshita Hiyori covered her chest with one hand, her