The Stand User Of The Daily World

Chapter 121: I Am Shunsuke's Pet

"Do… do I really have to show them?" Marin's chest involuntarily trembled. "Can't you just measure directly?"

"This might not be accurate enough," Shunsuke replied with a serious expression, as if his reasoning was absolute. "To replicate the perfect bust effect like Shizuku's, there can't be even the slightest margin for error."

"Is… is that so?" Marin hesitated. After a moment of contemplation, she extended her index fingers, touched her chest tentatively, and gently pressed a particular spot. "Would… this work?"

"...Too provocative."

"Huh? What did you say, senpai? I didn't catch that."

"I said it should work… barely."

As Shunsuke stepped forward to begin the measurements, the door suddenly swung open with a loud clatter.

"M-Mashiro!"

Shunsuke quickly retracted his hands and turned to look.

"Shunsuke, this tie is choking me. Help me take it off."

Mashiro, her clothes in disarray and struggling with a tie tangled even tighter around her neck, barged in.

Without a second glance at the scene, she walked straight up to Shunsuke, stood before him, and slightly puffed out her chest.

"???"

The initially flustered Marin was completely stunned.

"Mashiro, weren't you working on your manga? What's with the sudden urge to undress?"

Shunsuke, already used to Mashiro's lack of basic life skills, didn't even bother to comment anymore. Without hesitation, he bent down slightly, as if it were second nature, and started untangling the tie around Mashiro's neck.

Mashiro waited obediently while Shunsuke freed her from the tie, then raised her arms in a playful French military salute. "I'm not feeling well. I want to take a bath with Shunsuke."

"Pfft—!"

Shunsuke dared not glance at Marin's expression.

Mashiro, well played!

Seemingly oblivious to the burning gaze boring into his back, Shunsuke forced an awkward smile and said, "Hahaha, Mashiro, people need to grow up. It's time you learn to bathe on your own."

"Shunsuke, stop nagging and help me undress." Mashiro's face remained expressionless. "You always stripped me the moment we got home. Why so fussy today?"

—Mashiro, can you not say so much all of a sudden?!

At that moment, Shunsuke was certain—Mashiro was doing this on purpose. What's with "stripped me the moment we got home"? Slander! Pure slander!

While Shunsuke was glad that the usually aloof Mashiro was so "direct" in expressing her feelings, could she maybe tone it down a little? Marin isn't even close to being won over yet!

Of course, Mashiro had deliberately chosen this timing to strike.

"Um… excuse me… Senpai, are you… dating Mashiro-senpai right now?"

Marin hesitated before finally asking the question that had been on her mind ever since she learned over dinner that Mashiro had moved into Shunsuke's new home to live together.

"Are you two… dating?"

Shunsuke scratched his cheek awkwardly and replied honestly, "No, I'm still single at the moment."

It seemed to Shunsuke that Marin let out a small sigh of relief.

Mashiro, however, calmly looked at Marin and said, "Shunsuke is my master."

"Master?" Marin blinked her sparkling eyes. "So, Mashiro-senpai… are you Shunsuke-senpai's slave or pet?"

"I'm Shunsuke's pet," Mashiro declared confidently.

"Ah, I see! Mashiro-senpai and Senpai must have a really good relationship!" Marin responded with an unexpectedly cheerful laugh.

"?"

Though Mashiro's expression remained as blank as ever, Shunsuke, having known her for a long time, could tell she was bewildered.

The last time I used this tactic on Eriri, it worked perfectly… Why didn't it work this time?

Marin, completely oblivious to Mashiro's confusion, fiddled with the collar around her own neck and said with a bright smile, "I really like the idea of being a pet too! It feels like surrendering your entire self, not having to think about anything. That person becomes your god."

That's right. While Marin had removed all her other clothes, she still kept the collar around her neck. Her current look was overwhelmingly provocative.

"In Sacred?? Sticky Sticky Ladies' Academy: The Shameless Miraculous Life of Noble Girls in the Shame Club 2, aside from Shizuku, my favorite character was that arrogant noble girl at the beginning, who ended up being the first to offer herself as the protagonist's pet. I totally loved her!"

"Oh, there was one scene that was super hard, though. It was during the morning assembly where she couldn't stop… you know… in front of the entire school. It had me so anxious when I was playing!"

Marin cheerfully recounted her gaming experience with a big smile.

Kitagawa-san, do you even realize what you're saying, while wearing just underwear, in a guy's house?

For the first time, Shunsuke began to wonder if he was out of touch with the times. Were younger people really this… uninhibited now?

Clearing his throat twice, Shunsuke said, "If Mashiro is like a cat, then Kitagawa-san, you'd probably be an energetic golden retriever puppy."

—What am I even saying?!

"Yeah, yeah, I totally agree! I'm definitely dog-like! Woof woof!" Marin nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

"..."

Seeing that Shunsuke's attention seemed to shift back to Marin, Mashiro silently expressed her dissatisfaction—not outwardly, of course. She simply urged again, "Shunsuke, hurry up and help me undress. Let's take a bath together."

"Whoo—"

Seeing Mashiro's unwavering determination, Shunsuke let out a deep breath.

Indeed, navigating the path of romance wasn't that simple—especially when the other party wasn't mentally prepared. In modern society, achieving genuine, heartfelt connections, like in Overflow, was practically impossible. Or really, would anyone seriously believe in the logic of romance mangas by those author?

Now, it was time for him to face things head-on.

The light blue knit sweater slipped to the floor, followed by the pale purple skirt gliding down her smooth skin. Soon, Mashiro was dressed similarly to Marin, left only in her underwear.

Unlike with Marin, however, Shunsuke had seen Msshiro's body countless times. He had even experimented with various "playstyles" before. Though he hadn't crossed into the metaphorical "third base," it wasn't because he lacked the courage to do so—it was simply because he didn't want to rush.

Shunsuke believed that the best things should always be saved for last. That was just his nature. Taking his time to mold Mashiro into the perfect version of what he liked made it all the more thrilling and satisfying.

When Mashiro was left wearing only her underwear, Shunsuke's hands hesitated briefly before continuing with resolve.

Plop.

A light pink bra and matching panties dropped to the ground, landing with a soft sound.

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