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「T-this is good enough… right?」

Several minutes later.
After changing into the cosplay maid outfit in another room, I returned to Ruka’s room. This is my first reveal to the two.

Despite how it seems, I resisted as much as I could. I give a lot of alternatives. Up until this point, I haggled for a long time.
I said, “I don’t know how to wear it.” They replied, “Then we’ll help you dress up.”
I said, “This would fit Miyu better,” and she seriously said, “F̲u̲c̲k̲ you.”
In the end, I couldn’t win the 2 v 1. “You’re not going to say no after losing, are you?” The two glared at me, and it was scary.
And so all I could do was obediently follow and hope this ends quickly.
　
「Y-you’ve got a good enough look, right?」
　
I said, asking for confirmation.
The two haven’t given any reaction since earlier.
They’re just sitting down, mouths agape, staring at me standing in front of the door.
I look down, avoiding eye contact.

「T-then, we’re all done now…」

I already showed them me wearing the maid outfit.
That should end my punishment.
So I turned around to leave the room.
But then I sensed a presence appear behind me without making a sound, and my arms were grabbed.

「C’mon, over here～」
「No running away～」

I’m captured by the two from both sides and escorted to the middle of the room. After telling me to stand where I was, the two of them took out their smartphones and pointed their camera lens at me.

「C’mon Misaki, look this way! Smile!」

Ruka’s voice sounds two octaves higher. You’re too excited.

「Good, very good, you’re the best, Misaki-chan. You look so good～」

Miyu approached me with a perverted old man voice, focusing on my face.
I quickly put my hands over my face.

「W-wait, wait a second! You’re taking pictures? I’m not offering that kind of service, you know!」
「Eh, we didn’t promise that beforehand, though? What’s the point if I can’t take pictures?」

She said angrily, as if I’m the one being weird.

「Actually, why are you so against it? Misaki, you’re super adorable, right? You’re the best, right? You’re absolutely slaying the fit, right? It’s a waste not to have pictures of you dressing up like this, right? An absolute waste for humankind.」　

She proclaims with open unblinking eyes. I’m scared.
Ruka says that I slay the fit, but that’s not true at all.
First off, the size doesn’t fit me. The skirt is too short. The sleeves are too short. It’s tight on my chest. Rather, it’s too small in general. The skirt is above my knees.
And for some reason, there were cat ears. There weren’t any socks with the set, so I’m barefoot.
It may be a maid outfit, but it’s not the elegant type; rather, it’s one that sexy ladies on SNS would wear to farm likes and impressions.

「C’mon, Misaki; you’re a cat-ear maid. Look here and say nyan… Ah! That embarrassed look is great too! Stay like that and look this way! Glare at me!」
　　
She ordered in sequence, but I could only look down and cover my chest.
Having to wear this by myself and hear them shower me with praise, I feel like a,「K-kill me!」 scenario.
　
While Ruka is all loud and excited, Miyu, on the other hand…
With her smartphone in a two-handed grip, she silently circles around me.

It seems like she’s not taking pictures but a video instead. Without any warning. Her mouth doesn’t even have time to move. It just makes me feel how serious she is.
Miyu circles me with her camera as if to record every nook and cranny of my body, but then she falls on her butt and rolls to the side.
With her phone upside down, she shifted her camera angle. She has the face of a pro. She’s so stoic. Actually, please don’t just be silent the whole time; it’s scary.

「Okay, then next, lift your skirt.」

While admiring the photos she took, Ruka casually muttered.
I spat out air.

「*H-haa*? Why should I?!」
「*Eh*? But you said it earlier, didn’t you?」
「No, no, that was only for if you lost!」
「*Haa*? The punishment conditions should apply to both of us. Otherwise it’d be weird; why would I have to be the only one to lift my skirt?」

There’s a discrepancy in our conversation.
While it is her misunderstanding, Ruka’s perspective actually makes more sense. She has a damn fair point.

「Lift your skirt! Lift your skirt!」

A “lift your skirt” call suddenly started. Without me noticing, Miyu has joined in. Her eyes are sparkling like a little boy’s.

In the beginning, I hesitated to even wear the school uniform’s skirt, but I got used to it.
Lately, I barely even think about it. Everyone wears the same uniform, after all. And it’s preferable compared to the complaints about my casual clothes.
However, I’m the only one wearing this weird outfit right now.
My panties being accidentally visible when I cross my legs in uniform is, well, still acceptable.
But right now, these two are staring at me with full attention. The two are kneeling right before me, looking up like otakus watching an idol.
They want me to lift my skirt in this situation?
They say it so casually, but aren’t they too poisoned by doujin brainrot?
In the first place, how high would be high enough? Until my underwear is visible? Showing off my underwear? With my own hands? In front of them?

「No, no way! It’s impossible, alright!?」

Just imagining it made my face burn up.
Who the f̲u̲c̲k̲ even mentioned skirt lifting? Weirdo.

People peeking on their own is still acceptable, but showing off my underwear voluntarily? That’s too much. It’s incomparable.

「No, no, what do you mean impossible～? I won’t take any pictures, alright?」
「F-fine then; if you want it so much, you lift my skirt!」
「*Ehー*? Absolutely no way. It’s only good if you show it off yourself.」

Ruka knows what she’s talking about. Is this from prior experience?
Being cornered, my eyes were swimming until they stopped at Miyu’s silent face.
I sent out a telepathic SOS in my mind, and Miyu showed a soft smile.

「Misaki, it’s alright.」

Does she mean that I don’t have to do it?
Miyutan is so kind…

「We won’t hurry you or force you anymore, okay? We’ll patiently wait until you feel like doing it. Ruka-chan, may I take the moment to borrow the washroom?」

Saying so, Miyu left the room.
Man, she’s so kind… Or so I thought, but thinking about it, isn’t what she’s saying super awful?
She’s basically telling me that I can’t leave until I do it. She’s taking a short break in anticipation of a protracted war.
My face went blank. I collapsed to the floor.

「*Haa*… why did things end up this way…」
　
I decided to act depressed in an attempt to appeal to their sympathy.
I blatantly show my back to Ruka, making it look like I’m sad.
Well, to be honest, I think they’re just overdoing the bit. It’s just a prank.
… They’re not serious, are they? They shouldn’t be.
Ever since it became just the two of us, Ruka has remained silent.
She has no reaction at all, so I decided to peek at what she’s doing.
But before I could, an arm reached out from behind me and gently wrapped around my neck.