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"Why would a hot spring inn's clothing shop have breast pads…?"
Asakura looked somewhat surprised at the two oddly shaped, flesh-colored small pads in Chihaya Asagumo's hand.
He had originally only asked the proprietress as a last resort, hoping that 'maybe a tourist's breast pads were left here,' but he hadn't expected the proprietress to actually sell breast pads, and even have everything from retro Showa styles to the latest Reiwa models, which greatly broadened Asakura's horizons.
"I'm starting to doubt how this hot spring inn got its good reviews." Chihaya Asagumo also muttered in agreement.
She held the breast pads for a few seconds, then looked at the boy beside her.
Asakura Takuma, motionless.
"Um, I need to change clothes, could you please go out?"
Asakura seriously suggested, "I recommend that white sweater with the cat head cutout at the chest…"
"The breast pads will fall out! No, I wouldn't wear such strange clothes, I'm just changing into a normal yukata!"
"If you're afraid the shape of the breast pads will show through, then changing into a kimono, cheongsam, or bunny girl maid outfit is fine too, right?" Asakura said righteously.
"I feel like there's a very personal preference mixed into that option."
"I just have a strong pursuit of beautiful things."
"Asakura-kun, you should let your own girlfriend wear those kinds of clothes."
"Hmph, I haven't even found the true meaning of Magic yet, so how could I find a girlfriend?"
"That's quite surprising. I thought Asakura-kun, who is so good at getting along with girls, would definitely have a girlfriend already." The girl looked at Asakura with some surprise.
After all, from the very beginning, there was not a single trace of awkwardness in his interactions with her, completely lacking the youthful shyness of a country boy facing girls.
"That's called being good at theoretical knowledge. We magicians are like that," Asakura said seriously, "As long as you don't touch girls, you can change your job to become an Archmage when you are thirty-five…"
"Is it my illusion, or does it sound a bit sad? Can't Asakura-kun touch girls either?"
"I'm super awesome, so it doesn't matter."
"So that means you want to touch them? I remember there is a blue-haired girl who looks very luscious, a black long straight-haired beautiful girl who looks cool, and a soft, cute, tear-eyed junior who looks younger no matter how you look at her. Which one is Asakura-kun's target? Tell me and I can help you with some advice… Wow!"
Before the girl could finish her teasing words, Asakura poked the dimples on her face, causing her to let out a pleasant exclamation.
"Unfortunately, I don't plan to be in a relationship before college," Asakura said calmly as he retracted his finger.
"It'll be too late when you get to college. Asakura-kun, don't you want to look back on your youth after you become an adult, only to find that every day is just a bland, cement color? There's not much time left, so how can you not hurry up and enjoy a pink-colored youth?"
"Shouldn't it be a 'rose-colored youth' in general?"
"That being said, for boys, a flesh-colored pink is better, right? Although I can't do practical exercises with Asakura-kun, I'm quite confident if it's just strategic advice." The girl showed a cute and sly smile like a little fox about to steal a chicken: "So which one is your target?"
"Nosy, hurry up and change your clothes and come out."
Asakura said, leaving the clothing store's warehouse under the girl's puffed-up gaze.
Only after being blown by the cool night breeze did he suddenly realize that Chihaya Asagumo had been harping on the topic of love, probably to force him to take the initiative to leave so that she could have a safe environment to change her clothes.
"…It should just be my imagination."
That fellow doesn't seem to be that scheming.
"What imagination?" Chihaya Asagumo, who had already changed from her usual clothes into a yukata, also walked out of the room, asking curiously while tidying her collar.
"You changed clothes so fast…" Asakura said in surprise.
"Yukatas are easier to wear. Just take off all your clothes and put the yukata on." The girl revealed a playful smile: "Moreover, the etiquette for wearing a yukata is not to wear anything underneath—"
"Very good, you and Yanami will sit at the same table."
"Although I don't quite understand Asakura-kun's criteria, this yukata feels a bit flimsy—" The girl said, lifting the hem of the yukata, revealing her smooth and fair thighs, unconsciously attracting Asakura's gaze.
The hem of the dress continued to rise, and just as Asakura felt that something was wrong and wanted to remind her, he saw gray fabric under the corner of the dress.
"Too bad, I'm not a traditional no-pants party, but a believer in safety pants." The girl's smile became even more playful: "Is Asakura-kun disappointed?"
"I don't care." Asakura showed the face of a gentleman.
"Then guess what's on top… Ah Wahhh!"
Just as the girl grabbed her collar to repeat her trick, Asakura decisively chopped her on the forehead with a hand knife. Although he didn't use any force, the girl squinted her eyes and let out a cute scream in a serious manner.
Knock knock knock.
A sound of knocking on the paper door came from not far away.
"You two guests, if you want to play, please go back to your room. Don't treat my warehouse as a love hotel!" The landlady's full-bodied voice came, and you couldn't tell at all that she was over sixty years old.
As a result, Chihaya Asagumo, who was still covering her head and pretending to be pitiful to tease Asakura, blushed all of a sudden. She stood up hesitantly: "Um, Asakura-kun, let's go out first."
Asakura walked out of the room quickly, noncommittally, and the girl followed closely behind.
The landlady watched the two people walking out one after the other, and deliberately stared at the hem of the girl's clothes behind her to make sure there were no blood stains or wet marks before nodding in satisfaction.
Chihaya Asagumo, who noticed the landlady's gaze, stiffened her pace a lot and could only lower her head and follow Asakura out of the hot spring hotel quickly.
"How's your mood?" Asakura asked abruptly after walking out of the hotel.
"So Asakura-kun can tell?"
"Interjecting and saying other topics can indeed relax your tense mentality a little."
"No wonder you are so tolerant of me, a stranger," Chihaya Asagumo said softly.
"Did the breast pads work?" Asakura asked.
"I'm a B now." The girl gave him a thumbs up.
"That's not what I'm asking…" Asakura was embarrassed.
"It seems to be a little easier, but there is no way to confirm whether it is a psychological effect."
"Since things have come to this, there is no other way. After all, it is impossible to find Flying Daggers, Road Rollers, and Manipulator of Ten Thousand."
"It feels like some strange nouns have appeared…"
Note: Manipulator of Ten Thousand is the alias of Wilhelmina Carmel, from "Shakugan no Shana", and is also a maid like Pad-length. So in that era when Shana and Touhou were still popular, otaku joked that 'What kind of maid is it if you can't stop time, throw flying knives, and use ten thousand tentacles', because it's really very old, so I'll explain it here.
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