Chapter 469: This Family Would Fall Apart Without Jashin-chan!
Time quietly slipped by, and in the blink of an eye, it was late April.
There were only a few days left until Japan's Golden Week.
Regarding Golden Week, Ryohei already had plans—he was preparing to take everyone on a vacation to the island.
The infrastructure on the island was basically completed—it could only be said that they truly lived up to being a Demon World construction team; if it were a human one, it wouldn't be finished without a few years of work.
April 23rd, Saturday, at noon—
After finishing lunch and having nothing to do, Ryohei looked at Yurine, Lucoa, Pekola, and Jashin-chan in the living room and suggested: "Do you want to go look at swimsuits? We can buy a couple to wear when we go to the island in a few days."
"Mn, sure."
Lucoa clapped her hands lightly and readily agreed.
"Speaking of which, Pekola doesn't have a swimsuit yet, right?" She turned her head, opened the eyelid of her left eye, and looked at her sister.
"Mn."
Pekola nodded lightly and, with a completely flat tone, said something shocking:
"I could also just not wear one and go naked."
"Hah—! What a bold statement!"
Ryohei bent down, opened the coffee table drawer, took out the car keys, and teased with a smile.
"As expected of my sister!"
Lucoa nodded slightly, her tone inexplicably carrying a sense of affirmation.
Jashin-chan folded her arms, lifted her chin slightly, and voiced her opinion:
"Going to the beach without wearing a swimsuit cuts the experience right in half... If you're naked, it drops to almost zero. That's no different from how you usually are!"
"That's not exactly something to be proud of, right?"
Yurine half-squinted her eyes, first turning her head to roast Lucoa, then looking at Pekola—who was saying, "There is a difference, I'm not usually naked"—she waved her hand and said forcefully:
"No being naked!"
"We are going to the beach for a vacation, not an orgy! Properly put on a swimsuit for me!"
"I suppose I don't mind either way."
Pekola raised her eyes to look at her, shrugged lightly, and didn't refuse.
"Where are we going to buy the swimsuits? Shibuya?" Ryohei asked while walking toward the entryway.
Last year, they bought them at the Movida branch in Shibuya.
"Let's try a different store."
Yurine followed behind him, lightly tapped her cheek with her fingertip, thought for a moment, and said: "Let's go to 'Swimming Swimmer' in Nishi-Shinjuku. That store is pretty good."
"Okay," Ryohei responded.
...
Swimming Swimmer was a large-scale multi-brand swimming store with a complete range of products. From all kinds of swimsuits, swimming goggles, and swim caps to waterproof bags, sun-protection sleeves, and other accessories, you could buy everything here in a one-stop shop.
Moreover, the prices were very affordable, offering high cost-performance.
Perhaps because the weather hadn't completely warmed up yet and there was still some time before the season where people could actually play in the water, there weren't many customers in the store; it could even be described as deserted.
In the huge store, there were only a few scattered figures.
"Welcome!"
After Ryohei and the others entered the store, a female shop assistant immediately came up to them with a smile and said enthusiastically: "May I ask what kind of products you are looking for?"
As she spoke, she couldn't help but take a few extra glances at Lucoa and Pekola—the figures of these two were simply too outstanding. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a sight rarely seen in a lifetime!
The shop assistant was extremely shocked inwardly—in terms of breast volume alone, one of them could take on ten of her (facepalm)!
"Swimsuits. We'll just browse by ourselves first," Ryohei said in a casual tone.
"Understood." The shop assistant quickly sorted out her emotions, turned her body, raised her hand, and introduced: "The swimsuits are in the very back, and the men's swimwear is in the area on the far left."
"Okay, thank you," Ryohei replied, leading everyone towards the depths of the store.
"Hey—! Servant..."
Jashin-chan nudged Ryohei's waist with her elbow. When he looked over, she grinned and said thick-skinned: "Pay for me later, won't you? I suddenly remembered that I'm completely out of money."
"Where did all your money go? Did you lose it all gambling?"
Yurine raised an eyebrow, looking over with an expression meant for a prodigal son.
"I accidentally spent too much on gacha."
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Jashin-chan raised her hand to scratch the back of her head and said absentmindedly.
"You're a snake! How did you become a gacha pig!" Ryohei looked deeply pained.
"You're the pig!"
Jashin-chan's face turned dark.
—This was the worst she had ever been roasted!
"Mn? Is this your attitude when begging someone for a favor?"
Ryohei intentionally frowned.
"I'm sorry! I misspoke just now!"
Since childhood, Jashin-chan was exceptionally good at yielding and adapting; this was one of her greatest strengths.
She first lowered her head, then obsequiously flashed behind Ryohei, massaging his shoulders while saying: "Seeing as how hard I've been working lately, Servant, you should reward me a little!"
"Mmm... Since you put it that way..."
Ryohei feigned pondering, then sighed softly and said helplessly: "I really can't do anything about you... Just this once!"
Since his pet snake was acting like this, what else could he do? Satisfy her request, of course!
"Ehehe!"
Goal achieved, Jashin-chan immediately withdrew her hands and enthusiastically began browsing the nearby swimsuits, completely dropping the shoulder massage.
"You are truly realistic!"
Ryohei couldn't help but laugh and scold.
Humming a brisk tune, the words went in one of Jashin-chan's ears and out the other—she treated it as if she hadn't heard a thing.
"Say, Ryohei-kun, pay for me too." Lucoa raised her hand and pressed it against her full chest—the voluptuous curves wrapped in the light gray knit sweater instantly trembled slightly twice.
She looked at Ryohei and said in a seductive tone: "I can pay you back with my body~!"
"You can't just demand everything like that."
Yurine pushed her away with an emotionless face: "I really want to beat you up right now!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Beat her up!"
Jashin-chan, who was browsing swimsuits, turned her head and fanned the flames while gloating, deeply afraid that they wouldn't actually start fighting.
"I suggest you beat up Jashin-chan first."
Ryohei grabbed Jashin-chan and suggested to Yurine.
"Wait, is there something wrong with your head, Servant!?"
Jashin-chan shook off his hand and yelled at Ryohei, showing absolutely no respect towards her sugar daddy.
"Who told you to fan the flames!"
Ryohei glanced at her and said righteously: "People who fan the flames need a beating the most!"
"Makes sense."
Yurine nodded and looked at Jashin-chan.
Jashin-chan instantly panicked.
She raised her hands, attempting to delay the inevitable: "We're outside right now, save me a little face."
"Then I'll beat you up when we get back."
Yurine nodded understandingly.
Jashin-chan: "..."
"..." Ryohei also nodded from the side. This family would truly fall apart without Jashin-chan.
—This was just a joke, of course!