All Accidents

Doubt—shock—doubt—silence.

Though nothing was said, the silence on Yuki Gyakukai's face told everything.

Noticing that his fiancée's anger was skyrocketing because of his silence, Yuki Gyakukai finally hesitated, hemmed and hawed for a long time, then spoke:

"What if I said this was an accident? Would you believe me?"

"I would..."

A shift in tone.

"...Do you think that's possible!?" Tomie, laughed out of anger, lifted her head and stared fixedly at those evasive eyes.

In an instant, her fury flared up again. Without any nonsense, she grabbed Yuki Gyakukai by the collar with her newly bought high heels and dragged him into the adjacent dressing room.

Because of their intense movements, the numerous shopping bags that had been hanging on Yuki Gyakukai were thrown to the ground, scattering everywhere.

"Hmph, what a scumbag..."

"I never thought Gyakukai-san was that kind of person. He already has Queen Tomie."

Honami Ichinose, standing nearby, didn't interject. She just smiled awkwardly on the sidelines.

But seeing the mess on the floor, she pointed at it meaningfully: "Let's help clean these up first. It wouldn't be good to block the way for others."

Inside the dressing room.

In terms of height, Yuki Gyakukai was clearly much taller than Tomie Hanyu, but right now he was pinned against the corner, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Click!

That was the sound of the door being locked.

Rip!

Followed by the sound of fabric tearing.

It was clear that Yuki Gyakukai's last shirt had been ruined by Tomie.

Miss Tomie's eyes glowed red, and her gaze at Yuki Gyakukai seemed murderous.

Her hands didn't stop. Her long fingers hooked onto the dirty white shirt, and a powerful force instantly poured down. In that moment, the row of buttons flew off...

Diamond-like, exquisite muscles appeared before her eyes—firm and hard, well-proportioned without being bulky, like a perfect work of art.

Feeling the loss of his upper garment and the slight chill as his body rapidly dissipated heat, Yuki Gyakukai felt a bit helpless. But there was nothing he could do. He couldn't explain himself now. It was all that person's fault for leaving lipstick on his clothes.

Still, Tomie when she was jealous was kind of cute...

"Yuki, hah! My dear fiancé. You already have a lovely fiancée, yet you still have improper thoughts and flirt with other women. What should I do about this? How troublesome..."

Tomie pressed her head against his broad chest. The tattered shirt in her hand had already been thrown to the ground, trampled with footprints.

"I told you, it was an accident. And you know, the person I love most is you."

As he spoke, he directly pulled his fiancée, who was full of jealousy and even a hint of murderous intent, into his embrace.

Feeling that broad, burning chest and the two strong arms restraining her, Tomie, who had been somewhat angry, inexplicably calmed down a little.

So she nuzzled into Yuki Gyakukai's arms.

But after just a moment of tenderness, as if remembering something, she suddenly snapped her eyes open, furrowed her brows slightly, lifted the tip of her shoe, and stomped hard on her unsuspecting fiancé!

Looking at her fiancé's pained expression, she gave him a cold glance, but didn't move her head away from his warm chest.

"You've been a scumbag since middle school. Not a single word that comes out of your mouth is true." Her tone was icy, like a winter storm.

"Whose fault is it that you're so charming? You're like walking pheromones, attracting girls everywhere."

"Tomie, it's all for you. After all, your charm appeals to everyone—men, women, young, old. And as your fiancé, I have to stand out a bit, don't I?"

A smile tugged at the corner of Tomie's lips, but it quickly faded without a trace: "But that's still no reason for you to casually flirt with other women. I'll forgive you today, but you'd better pray I don't find that bitch!"

Although she said she forgave Yuki Gyakukai, Tomie's anger hadn't completely dissipated. Feeling the clothes under her feet, the more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

Sure enough, men were all big pigs' trotters—fickle little cakes who wouldn't refuse any pretty woman who came their way.

Thinking this, Tomie suddenly lifted her head, looked at that face she could never get tired of, felt that warm, solid body, and couldn't help licking her lips.

Her little pink tongue, like a slithering snake, slowly traced over her red lips.

The moment their eyes met, just a single exchange of glances conveyed a thousand words.

Without hesitation, an embrace, and then she went for it—smooth, without a single pause, as if this was something they did all the time.

While the two were still bickering, the many Class B girls just one door away found themselves in an awkward situation.

Originally, they had only come to quietly wait for the two to resolve their issues, and out of curiosity, they gathered by the door to eavesdrop.

But unexpectedly, as they formed a circle, sounds that made their faces flush came from inside.

Wow—those two... how could they do something like that in a dressing room?

The Great Angel Ichinose, who had been maintaining a gentle smile all along, now felt a wave of heat rising to her face. Her big, watery eyes couldn't help but dart around uneasily.

Of course, many of the Class B girls around her were the same—faces flushed red, yet forcing themselves to stay composed.

But their gazes kept drifting toward the door, a mix of unease and shyness.

"...After all, they're engaged. It shouldn't be that big of a deal... right?"

Even Kohashi Yume, with her innocent face, couldn't help but blush as she said this.

[Kohashi Yume—Image]

After all, they were already in their teens. In a country like Sakura, where the adult entertainment industry was highly developed, if they didn't understand this much, they might as well go back and start over.

"Well... it's probably just normal emotional communication."

Amikura Asako, who didn't know much about relationships between men and women, ended up deceiving even herself.

[Amikura Asako—Image]

Hey! You guys, do you even have any common sense?

Himeno Yuki, pretending to be a good girl, couldn't help but silently complain. Watching the Class B girls around her take it all seriously, she felt a deep sense of helplessness.

[Himeno Yuki—Image]

But seeing everyone whispering among themselves, in order to fit in and not blow her cover, she carefully added:

"So what are we standing here for? Are we supposed to be their wingmen or something?"

Shocking words!

"Wow... Himeno-san, that's too lewd."

"Himeno-san, what are you saying... we... we're just discussing normal things, it's not like that!"

"Himeno... you little pervert."

In an instant, the group of Class B girls gathered outside the door felt mortified. Their already flushed faces turned even redder, accompanied by a pang of embarrassment.

"Don't talk so loud, okay? If they hear us, we're done for."

She said the words that fit her persona, but inside, she felt the sorrow of having difficult teammates.

Just then, even through the door panel, Tomie's clear, cold voice couldn't be blocked, reaching their ears:

"You're quite amusing. Plotting loudly right in front of me through a door? Don't think I didn't hear what you just said."

Honami Ichinose, standing closest, felt her heart nearly stop at that cold voice. A wave of utter shame and embarrassment washed over her.

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

Although Tomie used polite language, from that cold tone, it was clearly an order.

But Himeno Yuki had no choice. After all, she was the one who said those outrageous things right in front of the person involved.

So, wiping the nonexistent sweat from her forehead, she quickly left the spot, carrying Tomie's orders to go buy a shirt.

I've been practicing for my driving test recently, so updates have been slower than before.

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