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Today I learned that such un-relaxing bath time can exist in this world. I didn’t want to learn that at all. Even when Kotori was just sitting beside me, I kept getting chills. Despite smacking hard on the water’s surface, it only resulted in Rin’s face becoming slightly red.

“That was a terrible time.”
“I feel for you Rin, Kotori is way too strong.”
“It’s a wonder where she draws the power to easily chuck people in the air in that tiny body.”
“Sorry for the shameful display.”

That was likely to be a feat of skill and not pure strength. Rin was naked and it’s difficult to throw people when there’s nothing to grab on to. Even the self-defence techniques I learned from Isami’s old man assumes that I’m against someone clothed.

“What exactly did you learn, Kotori?”
“A little bit of everything.”

This is just beyond good education. Even I can’t tell which martial arts Kotori trained in. However, I can somewhat guess that she learned multiple different practices. What are you planning to make your daughter do?

“So, where are we headed now?”

With bathtime finished and us dressed in pajamas, it seems like Kotori’s excitement has settled down a bit. Just a bit, though. Normally one would think that we’re heading to Kotori’s room, but I’m sure she still has some goals left unachieved.

“I want to see Kotori’s room.”
“There’s nothing interesting to see even if we go there.”

Why did the image of a wall full of Kotone’s pictures suddenly pop-up in my mind? That’s like a stalker thing. It felt like some bad memories were about to come to me, so I quickly shook off my rude thoughts and put a lid on my memories.

“Is it perhaps full of Kotone’s pictures or something?”
“Even I won’t go that far. I don’t want to do things that can make people uncomfortable.”

I don’t believe Kotori would lie about this. While she does have an usually strong affection for Kotone, she’s no doubt normally earnest and nice. That’s exactly why I’ve yet to entertain the thought of running away.

“This is the recreation room we prepared for this very day!”

As the door opened and revealed the room inside, I immediately turned around and attempted to dash. But before I could do so, the servants held me down. Just what kind of training do the servants here have?

“Kotone’s reacted surprisingly fast, but the servants were even more out of the norm.”
“They’re the Fumidzuki family’s elites, after all.”

Is no one really commenting on how the servants have piled up on me? I know it’s my fault for immediately trying to run away, but that room is just too weird. Even if it was prepared beforehand, there’s too many.

“Still, I’m impressed you collected this many outfits. I was almost sure you would simply have Kotone cosplay.”
“There’s surprisingly a lot of normal attire.”
“My goal is to dress Kotone up and make a whole album, after all!”
“What kind of album is that!?”

I’m trying to escape, but there’s too many people, so it’s not going well. A wonderful album for Kotori would no doubt be an embarrassing and humiliating album for me. If I’m going to have a well-documented black history, then I’m going to do everything I can to escape.

“Kotone, give it up. No matter how you think about it, it’s not a winnable situation.”
“I’m not trying to win though, I’m trying to escape.”
“Escaping is your winning condition. Meanwhile you stepping inside is Kotori’s. You should already have a grasp of the situation.”

The Shimotsuki sisters have already gone inside and looked at rows of outfits. And beyond those outfits there is a small stage. Don’t tell me that’s where the pictures will be taken. That’s basically public humiliation.

“Please get Kotone inside the room.”
“””Yes, milady.”””

No matter how much I resist, I can’t break free of the servants’ restraints. I continue my fruitless resistance, but all my effort is in vain. I was taken inside and the door was mercilessly shut. There’s no escape route and the servants still remain. They got me.

“Now then, Kotone. It’s time to dress up!”
“Do I really have to do this?”
“Yes!”

Let’s think of a compromise. Just don’t share whatever happens here to the outside world. This mainly concerns the Shimotsuki sisters. And if they ever do, don’t share it thoughtlessly. After all, they should know the value of information best.

“Fine, I’ll just go stupid.”
“That’s right, why not be stupid and just enjoy the ride for at least the first days of the new year?”
“I’ve been acting stupidly ever since yesterday.”

First, a concert at the Shimotsuki’s, and now a dress up photoshoot at the Fumidzuki’s. It feels like I haven’t gotten a decent evening ever since New Year. Tomorrow’s plans are already set in stone, but I’m pretty sure something’s going to happen. Not a hunch, but a firm belief.

“Now then, why don’t we each choose an attire we’d like Kotone to wear?”
“Ha-ha-ha, Aya. Let’s not joke around too much, shall we?”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. I’m going to pick out a really risqué outfit for you.”
“Then I’ll choose a cool one!”
“I’ll make Kotone look adorable!”

Rin is practically my only relief here. Well, I do feel an air of danger from everyone, but Rin is the least worst among them. The most dangerous one here is definitely Aya. Just what kind of raunchy attire is she going to make me wear?

“What are you even planning to do with these outfits after today?”
“With Kotori’s figure, it wouldn’t be possible to use them.”

There’s a large height difference between us, after all. These will only look baggy on Kotori. Cutting the sleeves and so might help it be a better fit, but that’ll ruin the overall balance of the outfit. As for simply hoping that Kotori will grow to fit them, she herself has already given up on her growth.

“I was thinking of gifting these to Kotone, but…”
“Don’t need them.”
“I knew you would say that.”

You think I could keep this many clothes? I’ll need to rent out a storage unit just for them. Sure, my apartment does come with a guest room, but it’ll definitely be stuffed to the brim. Maintaining these will be a pain, too. After all, I can’t just let things gifted to me be infested with bugs.

“Kotone, how about this one?”
“Like anyone would wear that!”

She pulled up a slightly… no, very raunchy looking maid outfit. Actually, isn’t this the one that was refused for the school festival? Why does Kotori even have this? Shouldn’t this be with Hadzuki?

“I borrowed it in the hopes of someday having Kotone wear it.”
“And the price?”
“To give the picture of you wearing it.”
“Absolutely don’t!”

Why do I have to provide Hadzuki, a man, an embarrassing picture of myself? If he uses it as blackmail material, I won’t be able to go against him. If it’s only between us girls, I can still chalk it up to just messing around, but…

“I won’t. I’ll just say that you haven’t worn it yet.”
“You’re quite sly, Kotori.”
“I will protect Kotone’s chastity!”

You say that when you’re the biggest danger of all. If I wear this, I’m scared that it’ll drive Kotori wild again, so as long as I don’t have anyone with me on this, I’m never going to wear it.

“If Aya will wear the same outfit, then I could consider it.”
“Sure.”
“At least have a little more shame!”

Why are you agreeing so casually? This raunchy outfit shows a lot of cleavage and has a skirt so short it’ll definitely show your underwear. And in my case, if I move too much, I’m pretty sure this ridiculously lewd outfit will slip off of me.

“Actually, why don’t we all wear it?”
“I’m not shameless like sis.”
“I don’t think it’ll suit my figure at all.”
“Don’t worry, Kotori. There’s sure to be a demand for it. Besides, if everyone is going to wear it, Kotone won’t be able to refuse.”

So you’ll even involve everyone just to achieve your goal. True, if I’m the only one who won’t wear it, I’d be like some sort of kill-joy. And since I’ve already said that I’m going full stupid, I feel like I shouldn’t be so adamantly against it. That’s just how it feels like, though.

“Let the photoshoot with everyone now begin!”

As I thought, Aya is a really good instigator. She has a talent for egging people. It isn’t that effective on me, since I’m stubborn, but she now has Rin and Kotori on board. I guess I’ll have to do it.

“And so, change into this Kotone.”
“This… I’ll have to remove my bra for this, don’t I?”
“It’ll be visible, after all.”

And from how there seems to be no dressing room, I guess I’ll have to change here. Is this some sort of training ground for enduring embarrassment? Can’t sleep time come a bit faster?