The garment that was originally wrinkled and about to fall apart was now smooth and crisp, with every pleat perfectly recreating the character’s design.
“Try it on.”
He handed the dress over.
“Wow!!!”
Marin let out a scream, holding the dress like a treasure.
“A miracle! This is a miracle! Are you a god?!”
She was so excited she wanted to pounce and hug Ai, but she was stopped by a single look from him.
“Go change.”
“Yes, sir! Great God!”
Marin grabbed the dress and rushed behind the changing curtain.
A few minutes later.
The curtain opened.
“Ta-da~! How is it?”
Kitagawa Mimu walked out wearing the black maid outfit.
It had to be said, she was a natural clothes horse.
Her already tall and curvaceous figure was perfectly outlined by the slim-fitting garment.
The black lace complemented her fair skin, and combined with her vibrant smile, she was practically a 2D character come to life.
Moreover, after Ai’s alterations, the waist was cinched just right, looking slim without being tight.
“It’s really… such a perfect fit!”
Marin twirled in front of the mirror, her skirt fluttering.
“And I don’t have to worry about it bursting at all! Amazing!”
She turned around and looked at Ai sitting on the chair, her eyes full of admiration and… Visit g.com for the full chapter.
some kind of budding emotion.
“Um… Great God! I haven’t asked for your name yet!”
“Ai.”
Ai stood up and packed away the sewing kit.
“Fujiwara-san!”
Marin leaned in, close enough for him to smell the faint scent of perfume on her.
“Um… in the future… can I still ask you for help? In return, I can treat you to a meal! Or… or do anything for you!”
When she said “anything,” she seemed to think of something, and her face turned slightly red.
Ai looked at her.
[Ding! Quest completed.]
[Reward: Charisma +1 (Current: 76), Skill: [God-level Makeup Artistry (Mastery)].]
[Kitagawa Mimu’s Favorability unlocked: 20/100.]
“Depends on my mood.”
Ai used his classic line again.
He glanced at the time; the lunch break was almost over.
“Also, next time you choose fabric, don’t just look at the appearance; pay more attention to the texture.”
Leaving behind this professional advice, he turned and walked out of the Handicraft Club.
Kitagawa Mimu stood in place, watching the cool figure leave, her hands cupping her burning cheeks.
“And… he can make clothes and understands the 2D world…”
“Is this… destiny?”
…Back in class 2-f.
Just as Ai sat down, he felt a gaze filled with “resentment.”
Yotsuya Miko was slumped on her desk, looking at him gloomily.
“Fujiwara-san… where did you go?”
“You have… the scent of another girl on you.”
“It’s a very sweet… perfume scent.”
Ai’s heart skipped a beat.
Is that nose a dog’s nose?
He just wanted to explain when his phone suddenly vibrated.
It was a message from Bocchi.
[Um… Master…]
[I… I’ve written a new song…]
[If… if it’s not too much trouble… after school… could you come and listen?]
[Just… just the two of us…]
Ai looked at his phone, then at Miko, who was surrounded by a dark aura.
A yandere JK in front, a socially anxious guitarist behind, and a hot-blooded gyaru in the middle.
This shuraba…
isn’t it coming a bit too fast?