"Are you really the Ninth Spirit or not? Why are you becoming more and more deranged?" Looking at Miku Izayoi in front of her, Tohka quickly begged for mercy.
Was she joking? She absolutely didn't want Miku Izayoi to fully transform into a certain third-type yandere spirit. Otherwise, her life would be over. Sure, some yanderes are cute in anime, but in reality?
Most people couldn't handle it—Tohka certainly couldn't. Still, no matter what she thought, her mouth was obedient: "Alright, you decide where we're going today. I'm yours."
"That's more like it. Let's go." Hearing Tohka's words, Miku Izayoi kept her usual smile. But the dangerous aura was gone, which made Tohka breathe a sigh of relief. However, she quickly felt a stomachache, because Miku Izayoi's words reminded her of that scene from the movie. She really didn't want to be dragged off by Miku Izayoi to be a dress-up doll.
Of course, some things didn't depend on what she wanted. Next, Miku excitedly dragged Tohka away. And then…
"Ugh ugh ugh, do we really have to do this?" Alright, the two of them were walking down the street hand in hand.
But that wasn't the issue. The real problem was that both of them were exuding a special aura, drawing stares from everyone around.
Tohka felt incredibly uncomfortable under those gazes and wished she could run away immediately.
Though Americans were open and free-spirited, the killing intent in those looks all seemed to be directed at her. Sure, it felt good being looked at... but it was seriously life-threatening too!
"Come on, let's check out this place." It must be said, Miku Izayoi truly had the guts of someone who could perform on stage. Wait no—more accurately, her skin was just way thicker than Tohka's. She was completely immune to the stares and dragged Tohka straight into a women's clothing specialty store.
"Hey hey, can we go to a different shop?" Upon seeing the store in front of her, Tohka instinctively wanted to flee. Her shame from a past life made it impossible for her to wear these kinds of clothes.
"Geez, I really don't know what to say to you." Seeing Tohka resisting, Miku Izayoi couldn't take it anymore. "Look at you—gorgeous face, great figure, yet you insist on wearing the same old tracksuit. And your wardrobe? It's full of boyish clothes. Not a single feminine outfit! What the heck is going on in your head? Your spirit armor is so beautiful, yet your clothing taste is just awful!"
"Well, that's because I didn't have a choice when it came to that armor. It was given to me from the start! If I could choose, I'd have gone for knight's armor instead of a battle skirt." Looking at Miku Izayoi, Tohka mumbled, "Besides, those clothes are pretty practical. Skirts are uncomfortable, and they even restrict movement."
"Aaaahhhh, you idiot, are you trying to piss me off?!" Miku Izayoi was losing it again, looking at Tohka in exasperation. She finally decided not to argue anymore and took action directly. She dragged Tohka into the store.
"Hey hey, why do we have to come here? Crossdressing isn't going to make us stronger or anything. Can't we just go to a different shop?" Even now, Tohka didn't forget to resist. But seeing Miku Izayoi's firm stance, she didn't dare struggle too hard. After all, when it came to raw strength, Miku Izayoi—who wasn't combat-focused—was still no match for her.
"...."
Miku Izayoi paused for a moment upon hearing Tohka's comment. Then, ignoring the loaded remark, she dragged her inside and boldly told the clerk, "We'll take this one, that one, and this style too—please prepare several pieces in this young lady's size."
"No problem, leave it to us." These two were public figures, so the moment they walked in, the staff recognized them. For big spenders like these, of course the clerks were happy to serve.
"Hey hey, what are you doing? No, stop!" After receiving the clothes, Miku Izayoi pulled Tohka into the fitting room under the stunned gaze of the store staff. But soon, no one paid attention anymore, because Miku Izayoi cast a control spell. Not only that, she practically took control of the entire store. So…
"Hey hey, what are you doing?! No, not my clothes… and... ugh ugh ugh, don't touch me there… wait—"
In short, since no one would witness anything, Miku Izayoi completely ignored all restraint. The fitting room immediately became lively. Unfortunately, everyone else in the store was too busy to notice a thing.
"Ugh ugh, slow down. This really feels awful…"
On the street, Tohka, who had just been dragged out by Miku Izayoi, nervously pressed down on her skirt. Her pale thighs were pressed tightly together.
She just couldn't get used to the feeling of such a light, flowy skirt and constantly worried it might fly up at any moment.
"Geez, Tohka, don't be so shy. I seriously don't understand how you lived like this before. And this skirt I got you is relatively long! Honestly, I think a mini skirt, black stockings, and that classic 'absolute territory' look would suit you best."
Watching the squirming Tohka, Miku chuckled teasingly beside her.
"Ugh, please, just don't." Hearing that, Tohka imagined it for a second. Actually, scratch that—she didn't need to imagine it. In the original story, she'd already worn the exact kind of outfit Miku was describing.
So, for the sake of her final shred of dignity, Tohka felt she had to fight back.
"Forget it. How can you be so clueless when it comes to fashion?" Miku Izayoi had no more energy to complain about Tohka's awkwardness.
She grabbed her and headed toward the next destination. But deep in her heart, she silently vowed: one day, not only would she make Tohka wear that outfit she described earlier, but also dress her in a maid outfit, a bunny girl costume…
In short, Miku Izayoi's smile gradually took on a deeper meaning. But she knew not to push Tohka too far—otherwise, it'd be even harder to convince her in the future.
Yeah, well, Tohka didn't see Miku Izayoi's expression since she was being dragged away. Otherwise, she might have immediately run for her life to get away from this den of madness.