It Was All an Accident

Doubt—shock—doubt—silence.

He hadn't said a word, but the silence on Yuki Gyakukai's face said it all.

Noticing his fiancée's anger level shooting straight up because he wasn't saying anything, Yuki Gyakukai finally seemed to want to speak, hesitated for a long time, then finally said:

"If I said it was an accident, would you believe me?"

"I believe you..."

Then she changed tack.

"...Do you think that's likely!?" Tomie laughed in exasperation, looking up and staring straight into his evasive eyes.

Her anger flared up again in an instant. Without another word, she grabbed Yuki Gyakukai by the collar with her newly bought high heels on and dragged him into the nearby fitting room.

Their movements were so vigorous that the many shopping bags hanging from Yuki Gyakukai were flung to the ground, scattering everywhere.

"Ugh, what a scumbag..."

"I can't believe Yuki Gyakukai is that kind of person, when he already has Queen Tomie."

Nearby, Honami Ichinose didn't interrupt. She just gave an awkward smile.

But seeing the mess scattered across the floor, she pointedly gestured to it. "We should help pick all this up first. It wouldn't be good to block everyone's way."

Inside the fitting room

Even though Yuki Gyakukai was much taller than Tomie Hanyu, he was now backed into a corner, barely daring to breathe.

Click!

The door had been locked.

Riiip!

Then came the sound of fabric tearing.

It was clear that Tomie had wrecked Yuki Gyakukai's last remaining shirt, too.

Miss Tomie's eyes glinted red as she looked at Yuki Gyakukai as if she wanted to kill him.

Her hands didn't stop. After her slender fingers hooked into the filthy white shirt, she unleashed her strength, and the row of buttons flew off in an instant...

His diamond-like, sculpted muscles came into view. They were firm and hard, well-proportioned without looking bulky, like a perfect work of art.

Feeling his upper-body clothing disappear, his body quickly shed heat and grew a little chilly.

Yuki Gyakukai felt a little helpless, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't explain himself now. It was all the fault of whoever had left a lipstick mark on his shirt.

Still, Tomie really was adorable when she got jealous...

"Yuki, hm! My dear fiancé, you already have an adorable fiancée, and yet you're still flirting with other women. What am I supposed to do with you? This is such a headache..."

Tomie rested her head against his broad chest. The torn shirt in her hand had already been tossed on the ground and trampled into a mess of footprints.

"I told you, it was an accident. Besides, you know you're the person I love most."

As he spoke, he swept his jealous fiancée—who even seemed to harbor a hint of murderous intent—into his arms.

Feeling his broad, burning chest and the two strong arms holding her tight, Tomie's anger faded for no apparent reason.

So she nestled into Yuki Gyakukai's embrace.

They'd only shared a moment of warmth when she seemed to remember something. Her eyes flew open, her brows furrowed, and she jabbed the tip of her shoe down hard on her unsuspecting fiancé!

Seeing how badly her fiancé had been wounded, she shot him a cold look, but kept her head against his warm chest.

"You've been a scumbag since middle school. Not a single word out of your mouth is true." Her voice was cold, like the onset of winter.

"Who can blame me when you're so charming? You're like walking hormones, attracting girls everywhere you go."

"Tomie, I'm doing it for you. Your charm works on everyone, young and old, men and women alike. As your fiancé, of course I have to stand out a little more."

Tomie's lips curled into a smile, but she soon let it fade without a word. "That still doesn't give you an excuse to flirt with girls. But I'll forgive you today. You'd better hope I don't find that slut!"

Though she'd said she forgave Yuki Gyakukai, Tomie was still angry. Feeling the clothes underfoot, she only grew more and more furious.

Men really were hopeless. They were all womanizing little pigs, accepting the advances of any pretty woman who came along.

At the thought, Tomie suddenly looked up at that face she could never tire of, felt his warm, solid body, and couldn't help licking her lips.

Her little pink tongue slid over her red lips like a snake.

The moment their eyes met, their gaze said more than a thousand words ever could.

Without hesitation, they embraced and kissed, all in one smooth motion, without the slightest pause, as if this sort of thing had long since become routine.

While the two of them were still bickering, the many Class B girls on the other side of the door were caught in an awkward situation.

They'd originally come to quietly wait for the two of them to sort things out, and had even gathered by the door to see what was going on.

But they hadn't expected to hear sounds from inside that made their faces burn with embarrassment.

Wow—how could those two do something like that in a fitting room?

The Archangel, Honami Ichinose, had always worn a gentle smile, but now her face couldn't help growing warm. Her big, bright eyes began to dart around.

Of course, many of the Class B girls around her were just as flushed, though they tried to act composed.

Still, their eyes kept drifting toward the door, uneasy and bashful.

"...They're engaged, after all, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem... right?"

Even Kohashi Yume, whose face was utterly innocent, couldn't help feeling embarrassed as she said this.

[Kohashi Yume — image]

After all, they were already in their teens. In a country like Japan, where the sex industry was so developed, anyone who didn't know about this stuff needed to be sent back for a do-over.

"Well... it's probably just a normal display of affection."

Amikura Asako didn't know much about romance between men and women, and by the end, she'd even chosen to deceive herself.

[Amikura Asako — image]

Hey! Do you people have any common sense at all?

Himeno Yuki, pretending to be a good girl, couldn't help grumbling to herself. Looking at the Class B girls around her, who seemed to believe it all, she felt deeply helpless.

[Himeno Yuki — image]

But seeing everyone whispering, she cautiously added a comment to go along with them and keep up her image:

"So why are we standing here? Are we supposed to help them set the mood?"

What a shocking thing to say!

"Whoa... Himeno's so naughty."

"Himeno, what are you saying... We're just talking about something normal! It's not like what you said!"

"Himeno... you little pervert."

In an instant, all the Class B girls gathered outside the door felt like they had nowhere to hide. Their already flushed faces grew even redder, and they felt a little awkward, too.

"Could you all keep your voices down? What if they hear us?"

She said what a well-behaved girl was supposed to say, but inside, she felt the sorrow of having teammates who were so hard to manage.

Just then, Tomie's cool, crisp voice carried through the door and reached everyone's ears:

"You're all quite interesting. Whispering loudly about me right outside the door? Don't think I didn't hear what you just said."

Honami Ichinose was closest. Hearing that cool voice, she felt as if her heart had stopped. A wave of shame and embarrassment swept over her.

"Himeno, I'm not in a position to go right now. Could you buy me a men's shirt?"

Tomie used polite language, but judging by her icy voice, it was clearly an order.

But Himeno Yuki couldn't refuse. After all, she was the one who'd said something so outrageous right in front of the person involved.

So she wiped her nonexistent sweat from her forehead, hurried off, and went to buy a shirt at Tomie's behest.

I've been practicing for my driving test lately, so I haven't been updating as quickly as before.

I'll try to make more time for it and update whenever I can, but I probably won't be putting out seven or eight chapters in a day like before.