Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

the next morning.

After being woken up by the knocking, Miya groggily turned over, wrapped the blanket around her legs, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled something that no one could understand.

"Little one, wake up! Trying to be late on your first day of work?"

Ok? !

Miya's eyes snapped open.

work!

She sat up in bed with a thud, the blanket slipped down to her waist, her sailor uniform was wrinkled as if it had been churned in a washing machine, and her hair was in a terrible state.

Barefoot on the floor, his leather shoes had been kicked to some corner, and only his left sock was still hanging precariously from his ankle, while his right sock was long gone.

"Here it comes! Here it comes!!"

She scrambled into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face three times before she could barely wake herself up.

Her eyes were still a little swollen, her nose was red, and there was a faint drool mark on her lips.

Miya glanced at herself in the mirror, then brushed her teeth, washed her face, and combed her hair as quickly as possible.

Three minutes later, she pushed open the bathroom door and found Flores already standing in the room.

Today, Flores changed her outfit.

She wore a dark green silk shirt with the cuffs rolled up to her elbows and the collar loosely open, revealing her beautiful collarbone.

She wore a pair of black high-waisted trousers with the hems slightly dragging on the ground, making her legs look ridiculously long.

Her long, black hair wasn't loose today; instead, it was loosely tied back and secured with a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears.

She was carrying a set of clothes, and when she saw Mi Ye come out, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Finished washing? Here, change."

Mi Ye rubbed her eyes, saw what was in her hand, and then froze.

That was a JK uniform.

She wore a white shirt with a dark blue tie at the collar and a small metal badge resembling a school emblem pinned to her chest. The hem of the shirt was tucked into a dark blue pleated skirt, the pleats of which were so neat they looked as if they had been measured with a ruler.

Moreover, the skirt was very short. Miya estimated that it reached about mid-thigh, even shorter than the sailor uniform she had worn before.

"What is this...?"

"Work clothes".

Flores stuffed the clothes into her hands.

"I had it delivered last night. I altered it to your size, and I think it should fit you perfectly."

"But this skirt—"

"What's wrong with your skirt?"

"It's too short!"

"short?"

Flores tilted her head, looking completely innocent.

"I don't think it's too short. I think it's just right. It would look absolutely adorable on you."

Miya hugged the uniform, her face burning.

She wanted to retort, but Flores had already retreated to the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, her deep purple eyes filled with laughter, clearly showing no intention of leaving.

"...I need to change my clothes."

"Okay, let's change it."

"Miss Flores..."

"Just call me store manager."

Flores blinked innocently.

"What's wrong? Are you shy? Why weren't you shy when I held you last night?"

They were terrified!

Mi Ye gritted her teeth, grabbed her clothes, and hid behind the bed, even though it only covered half of her body.

With her back to Flores, she hurriedly unbuttoned her sailor uniform and then quickly put on her JK shirt.

The shirt was made of a better material than she had imagined—soft yet crisp, with perfectly fitted cuffs.

Then, after buttoning up the buttons and straightening the neckline, and after some mental preparation, I finally managed to slip the ridiculously short pleated skirt on.

The skirt really did reach just to the middle of my thighs.

Miya looked down at her exposed legs. They weren't thin, a little fleshy, but the lines were fairly even.

After the white stockings were pulled up again, the top of the stockings left a faint mark below the knee, revealing a section of thigh between the stockings and the hem of the skirt.

She walked out from behind the bed, fidgeting and pulling her skirt down with both hands, her face flushed red to her ears.

"……alright."

Flores looked her up and down, then nodded.

"Very cute."

"……Thanks."

"Let's take a look around."

Miya bit her lower lip and spun around, her skirt billowing and falling as she turned, revealing a glimpse of the curve on the back of her thigh.

When she finished turning and stopped, she noticed that Flores' smile had deepened.

"Yes, the size is just right. I have good taste."

"Manager, what were you thinking when you had this garment made...?"

"I'm thinking of ways to get you to sell a few more bottles of wine."

Flores answered confidently.

"Cute is justice, haven't you heard?"

Mi Ye felt that she would never learn to communicate normally with this boss in her entire life.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor, the sound thumping like a deer running.

Then the door was suddenly pushed open, and a gust of light green wind rushed in.

"Sister Flores! Where's the new little sister?! I heard a super cute new girl arrived last night! Where is she? Where is she? Where is she—ahhh!!"

Miya only had time to see a light green shadow before she was hit squarely in the face.

Then a pair of hands tightly hugged her back, pulling her into a soft embrace.

Her face was forced to be buried in a soft piece of fabric, and her head was rubbed back and forth with someone's chin several times.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, so cute! Even cuter than Zimi Lu said! Look how soft her hair is! Look how round her face is!"

"Ughh ...

Miya struggled frantically in that embrace, flailing her hands against the other's shoulders in vain, but the other was much stronger than her, and she couldn't break free at all.

"Korika".

Flores' voice rang out softly.

Then Miya felt the arm that was hugging her being pulled from behind by the back of her collar, and she was pulled off Miya like a radish.

She was finally able to breathe.

Miya, panting heavily, looked up and saw who it was.

It was a witch who looked about the same height as her, though a little taller, of course.

She had short, light green hair with curly, fluffy ends, making her look a bit like a dog.

Her eyes were a bright yellow-green, with slightly drooping corners, giving her a natural air of innocence and silliness.

She was wearing a loose, cream-colored sweatshirt with a sleeping bear printed on it, and she looked like a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows, bubbly and sweet.

At this moment, she was being held by the back of her collar by Flores, her hands were waving wildly in the air, her short legs were kicking several times, and her yellow-green eyes were shining.

"Sister Flores, please let go of me! Just one more hug! Just one more time!"

"You scared her to death; her face turned pale."

"That's because she's so cute!"

With a blank expression, Flores placed Korika at the other end of the room, blocking her path with her body, and then turned to Miya and said.

"This is Corica, one of the salespeople in the store. She does the same job as you. She didn't come to work last night, so I asked her to come see you this morning."

"What salesperson?! Call her a hostess! It's all about chatting and drinking with customers—oh, right!"

Korika wasn't discouraged by being blocked behind Flores. She stood on tiptoe and waved to Miya, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile.

"Hello, hello! My name is Korika! We'll be working together from now on, nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you..."

Miya's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Her face was still red, whether from holding it in or from the embarrassment of the hug she had just received, it was hard to tell.

"Alright, that's enough about getting to know each other."

Flores clapped her hands.

"The arrangements for today have changed. Originally, we were going to let you familiarize yourself with the store environment, but Zimi Lu just told me that she is short of a lot of items in stock, so we'll go out to buy them together."

"Purchasing?"

"The base spirits, juices, spices for cocktails, as well as the ingredients and snacks for the snack area—Korika is an experienced shopper; let her show you the way."

Korika immediately raised her hand in a salute, her eyes sparkling.

"Leave it to me! Lady Korika will definitely take good care of the new little sister!"

Miya turned her head and looked down at her exposed thighs and the short pleated skirt that made her feel uneasy.

She suddenly had a strong premonition.

Today's procurement will definitely not be peaceful.

Flores walked to the door, picked up the black coat hanging on the coat rack, draped it over her shoulders, and then glanced back at Miya.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go."

Mi Ye took a deep breath, tugged at her skirt, and jogged after him.

Korika immediately snuggled up to Miya and grabbed her arm, as if they had known each other for a long time. They chattered about which store nearby had the best food, which store owner was the most easy to talk to, and which store had the cutest cat.

Flores walked in front without looking back.

The three of them stepped out of the Nightingale's Nest. The streets of Bellavita were brightly lit during the day, a stark contrast to the neon-lit scene of the previous night.