Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

Miura Gensuke knocked helplessly on the bathroom door. "Are you the Princess and the Pea? So picky? Whatever you want, I'll go downstairs and buy it for you."

Asano Mio was even more helpless, covering her aching forehead and saying, "No need! I'll buy some myself after I've simply washed myself! I'll also give you a set of real toiletries!"

So stupid...

Asano Mio looked at the bottle of all-in-one shampoo, bath and conditioner and sighed deeply.

However, he smells very refreshing...

It smells pretty good...

Wow, what am I thinking about...

Asano Mio puffed out her cheeks.

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Chapter 7 Tie Tie

After taking a simple shower, Asano Mio walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a white bath towel.

But there was no sign of Gensuke Miura in the living room.

"Where's the hair dryer, Miura-san?"

The girl's hair was still wet and was wrapped in a towel.

"The hair dryer is in the cabinet on your left."

Miura Gensuke poked his head out of the bedroom with a serious look in his eyes.

"Why do you look so serious..." Asano Mio bent down and opened the black cabinet beside her, but even when she bent down, the large bath towel bought by Miura Gensuke was still wrapped tightly.

Only the area below the calves and the snow-white shoulders can be seen.

But because she had just taken a hot bath, her originally fair and tender skin was faintly stained with a light and lovely pink.

This is especially true for the tiny toes.

Miura Gensuke walked a few steps closer and helped her get the hair dryer out: "I just chatted with Sato on Line again and wanted to know some details about Miyu."

"But the other party seemed to have lost his memory and had no recollection of what happened to Meixi. The same was true for the other witnesses."

Asano Mio gently untied the towel on her head, and her long black hair immediately fell like a waterfall, hanging on her shoulders and waist: "Is that so..."

"Don't worry." Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Miura Gensuke smiled and comforted her:

"It's now confirmed that the unusual incidents aren't just happening to you. As long as we continue investigating, we should be able to find a solution."

Asano Mio didn't respond, but walked back into the bathroom.

Miura Gensuke had no choice but to follow him in with a hair dryer.

"actually……"

After biting her cherry lips lightly, Asano Mio stopped in front of the mirror and said in a gentle voice: "Miura-san, you don't have to help me like this..."

"What if something unexpected happens to you..."

"After all, isn't today a very dangerous day?"

"After all... you're just an ordinary high school student..."

"Don't think too highly of yourself."

Looking at her beautiful eyes flashing with sadness, Miura Gensuke didn't know what to say for a moment and decided not to say anything.

Anyway, no matter what the other party says, I will continue to investigate.

"If you really want to help me, just blow dry my hair."

Seeing the other party's silence, Asano Mio suddenly showed a forced smile and sat on the chair: "It's not bad to disappear slowly like this..."

"Life is pretty boring anyway...right?"

"Anyway, don't mention me shrinking anymore..."

"I don't want to think about this anymore."

Miura Gensuke plugged in the hair dryer, then held a strand of the girl's long hair and blew it dry carefully.

The other party still used the blue bottle of all-in-one shampoo and shower gel.

It smells like a familiar fragrance.

"Stupid, girls can't blow dry their hair like that."

Asano Mio glanced at Miura Gensuke in the mirror, then looked away: "I need to sort it out first."

In fact, her hair is of very good quality, not frizzy at all, and very smooth even without combing.

But Gensuke Miura still picked up the comb and started combing his long hair from the top of his head.

"Then you have to layer your hair, since you have a lot of it." Asano Mio picked up a hairpin and handed it to him. "First, divide it into left and right sections, then divide it into upper and lower layers. Otherwise, it will be difficult to dry it all at once."

"Hmm..." Miura Gensuke began to study patiently.

Fortunately, he was not a clumsy person and mastered it easily.

"I'm not picky..." Asano Mio closed her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking: "You'll be very popular when you blow dry other girls' hair like this in the future."

"Ah, right!"

After drying her hair, Asano Mio stood up, gathered her long hair together simply, and tied it into a ponytail: "Hurry up and take a shower, the water is getting cold."

"I'll go to the convenience store downstairs to buy you some toiletries. Don't use all-purpose shampoo anymore! Remember that?"

As she said that, she pushed Miura Gensuke to the edge of the bathtub and said, "I want to borrow your clothes. Is there anything strange in your bedroom closet?"

“…” Miura Gensuke placed his hand on her head and gently ruffled the idol’s hair.

After feeling his warm palm, Asano Mio was stunned for a moment, her cute white cheeks gradually turned red, and her eyes drooped: "What's wrong..."

Miura Gensuke blinked and smiled proudly: "Isn't this shampoo very useful? It's very silky."

"Idiot! That's because I was born with good hair..."

"You are such a... idiot!"

Asano Mio glared at him in embarrassment and walked out of the bathroom.

Miura Gensuke sighed and lay down in the bathtub.

This deskmate gets angry too easily...

Obviously, all-in-one shampoo is the best.

……

……

……

After taking a shower, Gensuke Miura stood in front of the mirror and looked at his belly.

Because of regular work and exercise, my abdominal muscles are very clear and the muscles in other parts of my body are also well-proportioned.

"call……"

After taking a long breath, Gensuke Miura picked up the unusual "tattoo sticker".

He had no interest in becoming a succubus, but in order to investigate and understand the root cause of the abnormal phenomena, participating in it was the simplest and most effective way.

This tattoo sticker doesn't look like it's been used at all, and even when you touch the surface with your hand, there's no feeling of stickiness.

It is more like a dyed gold leaf product with almost no thickness.

Now that I think about it, there are still many things that are hard to explain about what happened.

Why did this tattoo become ineffective just by punching Mixi?

Does it mean that I can remove the tattoo?

So it’s okay to post it proactively?

He spread the tattoo sticker flat on the palm of his hand and prepared to try it on his stomach.

"Miura, I..."

At this moment, Asano Mio, wearing Miura Gensuke's white shirt, suddenly pushed open the bathroom door and walked in.

"Woo——"

The girl let out a cry of pain, and the bag of toiletries she was holding slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground.

"abnormal……"

She covered her red face with her hands and trembled all over, as if her worldview had been greatly shocked.

All this was naturally because Gensuke Miura, who had just taken a shower, had not put on his clothes yet.

"Aren't you taking a shower?!" After recovering from the huge shock with difficulty, Asano Mio angrily accused the other party: "Pervert! You must have done it on purpose..."

"I'm done washing." Miura Gensuke picked up the bath towel and wrapped it around his lower body.

He didn't feel embarrassed at all.

After all, he is a boy...

"But I just went downstairs less than ten minutes ago!" Asano Mio looked up at him in shame and disbelief: "You..."

"Ten minutes is more than enough time to take a shower." Miura Gensuke combed his hair with his fingers. "Impressive, isn't it?"

"What are you so proud of?"

Blushing, Asano Mio pushed him to the edge of the bathtub: "Go wash again!"

"Hey...what are you doing with this in your hand?"

After seeing the tattoo sticker in Miura Gensuke's hand, the girl frowned and said anxiously: "Didn't I tell you that you don't need to interfere..."

"Throw this thing away and forget everything..."

"Just...just pretend you didn't meet me last night."

"No." Miura Gensuke tapped her little head gently and refused decisively.