All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends

Chapter 128: The Effect of Pineapple Cake!

"Let's head out tomorrow morning, okay?"

People who make declarations like this often don't follow through well.

The truth proved Yukima Azuma's thoughts to be extremely accurate.

Yesterday, they had just arrived in Hokkaido, wandered around the Otaru shopping district, bought some souvenirs, and took plenty of pictures.

That evening, after returning to the villa, Eriri had her face pressed against the window, gazing at the sea outside.

She swayed back and forth until late at night before finally falling asleep.

As a result, the next morning, no matter how much he called, she refused to get up, only responding with whines like a little puppy.

Thus, their plan to visit the Hokkaido Zoo in the morning was a failure.

Aho-Baka-Tsundere-Stubborn-Overslept-Eriri!

"This idiot." Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed, massaging her forehead.

Kato Megumi, standing nearby, offered some specialty Hokkaido cookies to ease the tension. "Senpai, don't be mad. We're on vacation; having fun is the most important thing."

"I think we should just leave this idiot at the villa. When she wakes up, we can show her pictures from the zoo."

Kasumigaoka said this while biting into a cookie with noticeable annoyance.

"If we do that, Eriri will definitely cry. At that point, Utaha-senpai, you'll have to take responsibility for consoling her," Yukima Azuma added, chuckling as he fanned the flames.

Hearing this, Kasumigaoka Utaha grew even more frustrated.

Console that idiot? Whoever wants to do it can go ahead!

However, leaving a friend behind while going out felt wrong.

It seemed too much like intentionally ostracizing someone.

Kasumigaoka wasn't someone who could do such a thing.

That left her with no choice but to compromise.

"Kitagawa-san, could you show me the cosplay outfits you brought?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned toward Kitagawa Marin.

Kitagawa Marin nodded after hearing the request.

After they returned yesterday, Kitagawa had indeed brought her cosplay costumes over from her university dormitory this morning.

Opening a large suitcase, she revealed neatly organized, adorable outfits inside.

There were even wigs, each stored carefully in its own bag.

Not a single accessory was missing.

Kasumigaoka Utaha picked up each item to inspect, then carefully put it back in place after examining it.

Kato Megumi also moved closer, intrigued.

She didn't know much about cosplay, but it seemed quite fascinating.

"Um... is this also a cosplay outfit?"

After browsing for a while, Kato Megumi noticed something odd.

She picked up an extremely revealing outfit from the pile.

The top consisted of a piece of fabric barely enough to cover the chest. Calling it a top was generous—it was more like a chest cover.

The bottom was just a small inverted triangle-shaped piece of cloth.

Meanwhile, the puffy sleeves and white collar were crafted with meticulous detail.

Places that should have been covered weren't, while areas that didn't need coverage were completely concealed!?

It even included small devil wings and a heart-shaped tail as accessories.

Looking at the outfit in her hands, Kitagawa Marin first widened her eyes, then avoided eye contact in embarrassment.

"That... uh, that's actually... the costume of a little succubus from a game. I accidentally brought it along."

Kato Megumi slightly parted her lips, looking very surprised.

It seemed quite different from what she knew about succubi.

Coming from Kato Megumi, who had never encountered R18 galgames, her adorable expression of surprise made Kitagawa Marin even more flustered, her cheeks turning bright red.

After all, everyone here was younger than her.

Elsewhere, Kasumigaoka Utaha had already found an outfit she was satisfied with.

It was a black-and-white maid uniform.

The neckline featured a large bow, and the skirt wasn't the traditional long style but a short one resembling JK uniforms.

At a glance, it was clearly a cute-style maid uniform.

"Kitagawa-san, may I borrow this outfit for a bit?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha held up the maid costume and asked.

Kitagawa nodded.

Then, they saw Kasumigaoka Utaha take the maid outfit and head toward Eriri's room.

After a series of rustling noises filled the air…

Kasumigaoka Utaha poked her head out of the room.

"Is there any pineapple cake or something? Bring me two."

The three people in the living room exchanged puzzled glances but eventually fetched two cold pineapple cakes from the refrigerator.

Kasumigaoka took the cold pineapple cakes and went back into the room.

This time, a sharp scream erupted from inside.

Then came a cacophony of chaotic noises.

"Ahh! Kasumigaoka Utaha! What are you doing?!"

"What is this? It's so cold! Don't shove it in there!"

"Pervert! Help me! Azuma, help me!"

After a series of pitiful cries, Kasumigaoka Utaha emerged from the room, dusting her hands with a satisfied look.

A while later, Eriri peeked her head out, now wearing a maid's headband.

"You hateful fat woman! What exactly do you want?!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha folded her arms across her chest and snorted coldly.

"Take a look at what time it is now. Weren't you the one confidently declaring yesterday that you'd never oversleep?"

"As punishment, you'll be the maid this afternoon—responsible for pouring tea, massaging shoulders, and giving back rubs."

Hearing this, Eriri bared her small fang and glared fiercely, but in the end, she couldn't argue back.

In this world, there is such a thing as being "indefensibly in the wrong."

Oversleeping was indeed her fault; even Eriri could admit that.

So, after lingering for a long while, she finally stepped out from behind the door.

As soon as she did, her adorable outfit lit up the room.

Eriri truly suited this kind of cute attire.

The black-and-white maid uniform highlighted her petite figure while adding a uniquely charming touch.

The "Zettai Ryouiki" between the maid skirt and her legs wrapped in white stockings made it hard for anyone to look away.

But… was Eriri's figure always this good?

Without realizing it, everyone's gaze landed on Eriri's chest.

It was as if a flat plain had suddenly sprouted a skyscraper.

The large bow beneath her neckline was now round and full, stretched taut.

Realizing where everyone was looking, Eriri immediately covered her chest with her hands, blushing furiously.

"Umu, it suits you quite well."

The instigator of it all chuckled softly from the side.

"AHHHHH! You're such a hateful fat woman!"

Eriri's face burned bright red with embarrassment.

At this point, Kato Megumi and Yukima Azuma finally understood the truth behind the "skyscraper."

It turned out those pineapple cakes had been used for this purpose.

"There was no other choice," Kasumigaoka shrugged. "Otherwise, it wouldn't have fit at all, right?"

Hearing this, Eriri's gaze involuntarily drifted toward Kitagawa Marin, who was standing off to the side.

Compared to Kasumigaoka Utaha, Kitagawa Marin wasn't particularly tall.

She had the average build of a young girl.

But in certain areas, her development was particularly astonishing.

Umu, based on estimates from "battlefield reporters," the difference between Kitagawa's bust and underbust measurements was 18.6 cm.

That was the legendary E-cup.

A terrifying size that Eriri could only match thanks to the "power of pineapple cakes."

"I'm heading to the kitchen. Maid, come help me."

Yukima Azuma stood up and walked toward the kitchen.

Eriri hung her head and trudged after him.

She had clearly been excited about spending time alone with him in the kitchen earlier,

but now, given the circumstances, she couldn't muster any enthusiasm.

"Well then, I'll take my leave. Let me know if you need anything," Kitagawa Marin said, sensing it might be awkward to stay any longer.

"Kitagawa-san, stay! Azuma's cooking is delicious!"

Eriri called out, hoping to keep her fellow hobbyist friend around.

Even though she had just suffered a minor humiliation regarding "measurements,"

it was still hard to find a friend who shared the same interests.

"Uh..." Kitagawa Marin hesitated for a moment.

Yukima Azuma glanced at Kato Megumi and Kasumigaoka Utaha.

Seeing both of them nod in agreement, he spoke:

"Kitagawa-san, you should stay. Constantly moving back and forth must be inconvenient. Why not just stay at the villa for now? It'll be much more convenient for us to go anywhere together."

His tone was calm, yet left no room for refusal.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Kitagawa Marin nodded in agreement.

And then—

"This is amazing! It's so delicious! Yukima-san, are you secretly the legendary Master Chef?"

With a shrimp tempura in her mouth, Kitagawa couldn't help but exclaim, her eyes sparkling.

She had never tasted anything so delicious.

Forget about her own cooking, even famous restaurants couldn't compare to the feast before her.

It was so delicious she was almost moved to tears.

Kitagawa Marin began to wonder how she would survive if she couldn't eat food this good in the future.

"Kitagawa-san, you're overpraising me," Yukima Azuma replied with a soft smile, not taking her compliments too seriously.

"It's not overpraise at all!" Kitagawa Marin insisted and turned to the other girls at the table for confirmation. "Right? Isn't it true?"

"Actually, Azuma-san's cooking is really good," Kato Megumi calmly affirmed while savoring her meal.

"It's just so-so. This guy only got better with practice. Back when he started cooking, it was terrible," Eriri chimed in, recalling their middle school days.

During that time, Yukima Azuma had just started learning how to cook.

As his girlfriend back then, she had endured quite a bit.

No matter how bad the food tasted, she forced herself to eat it all and even managed a smile.

It was as if she were the protagonist of a light novel, enduring hardships for the sake of love.

Fortunately, Yukima Azuma's cooking skills improved rapidly, and the suffering didn't last long.

Kasumigaoka Utaha cast a sharp glance at Eriri.

So it was her.

Kasumigaoka Utaha had always wondered where Yukima Azuma had honed his remarkable cooking skills.

Not only that, but his attentiveness and ability to understand women as well.

At first, he had known nothing about these things.

During their first relationship, Kasumigaoka Utaha felt like she was teaching a student—guiding Yukima Azuma step by step in the art of romance.

But now, those very skills were being used to cater to some dumb blonde twintail girl.

And that girl didn't even seem to appreciate what she had.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

No, holding back only made her angrier, and backing down just felt unfair.

Beneath the dining table, Kasumigaoka Utaha's long legs, wrapped in black stockings, subtly searched for a target.

Then she placed her foot on Eriri's white-stockinged leg and pressed lightly.

Eriri, who had been blissfully enjoying her meal, almost spat out her food.

She glared, her eyes wide, at the source of the sudden pressure under the table.

What's wrong with this crazy fat woman?!

Thus, the small, white-stockinged legs of Eriri began to retaliate.

In the hidden space beneath the table, an unspoken battle had commenced.

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