The Beautiful Girl Who Asked Me to Pretend to Be Her Boyfriend Didn’t Want to Break up With Me for Some Reason - Chapter 43

“I’ve never picked out a swimsuit before, so I’m not sure which one is good. Looking at the lineup, I understand that bikinis are probably the safest choice.”

“Seems like there are the most of those. Next would be one-pieces, I guess?”

“Let’s try picking out some that seem suitable.”

With that, Shirafuji started randomly picking items from the array in front of her.

Swimsuits.

As Shirafuji and I discussed, being surrounded by clothes with barely more fabric than underwear felt awkward, even without any guilty motives.

…This is exactly the kind of moment to stay calm.

I took a deep breath to settle myself and followed Shirafuji. She asked for my opinion a few times, and each time, I gave her my honest thoughts. As a result, she ended up carrying several swimsuits.

She hadn’t decided to buy them yet, but they were likely candidates.

“By the way, are you allowed to try on swimsuits?”

“You should be able to. I think you wear them over your underwear, though.”

“Then it seems faster to try them on.”

Shirafuji found the fitting room, spoke with the store clerk, and went in.

Left alone, I was left waiting for her to come out.

“…I must look like a total creep right now.”

A guy alone in the women’s swimwear section. It was natural for the people around me to be all women, but standing near the fitting rooms could easily make someone think I had questionable intentions.

Of course, I had no such thoughts and didn’t want to be suspected, so I deliberately distanced myself from the fitting rooms and avoided looking in their direction.

That aside… trying on swimsuits is a different level compared to regular clothes.

I mean, once she’s done, Shirafuji will come out wearing a swimsuit, right? Even if it’s to ask for my opinion, she’ll be in a swimsuit.

Not that I’m saying swimsuits are bad or anything. But maybe because it’s not at a swimming area, there’s a strange sense of taboo about it.

Let’s just chalk it up to that for peace of mind.

“Why are you looking away, Hakuto?”

A faint sound of a fitting room door opening.

Hearing a voice from behind me, I turned around to see Shirafuji standing there, trying on a swimsuit.

She was wearing a simple white bikini. So simple that there wasn’t much else to say.

Shirafuji’s skin was exposed without hesitation. Her waist curved into a smooth line, and her slender legs caught my gaze almost unwillingly. The simplicity of the swimsuit seemed to enhance her already stunning figure.

However, faint pink traces of the underwear she wore underneath peeked out from the edges of the swimsuit.

“…I just thought being alone might make me look suspicious.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone treat you that way. I’ll defend you as much as I need to. So, how is it? Does it suit me?”

Her expression showed a hint of embarrassment as she asked.

But I could tell it wasn’t the kind of embarrassment from shame.

This was probably because she hadn’t noticed her underwear was showing. I debated whether or not to point it out. To avoid awkwardness later, I should probably say something.

That being said, whether or not Shirafuji looks good in a swimsuit is a no-brainer.

“It suits you perfectly. You look like a pure white angel just descended.”

“…An angel, huh? Where did you learn to use compliments like that?”

“Who knows? Also… I think you should try on swimsuits alone. It’s not that I mind seeing, but… your underwear is showing.”

Meeting her gaze while keeping my tone even, I explained. Shirafuji blinked in surprise, looked down at herself, and murmured thoughtfully, “I see.”

“There wasn’t much I could do about it. But if I didn’t wear underwear, I couldn’t try it on properly… Oh well. Since I got your compliment, I’ll leave the rest for the actual day.”

There was no sign of shame or discomfort from Shirafuji about being seen in her underwear.

Sure, I had seen her in her underwear before when she caught a cold, but I couldn’t help feeling it wasn’t great for her to become so casual about it.

“Maybe I should try it on again at home after I’ve bought it. That way, I wouldn’t need to wear underwear underneath.”

“…You were planning to do that either way, weren’t you?”

“Who knows?”

Her reply was, as usual, ambiguous.

…If she said she would try it on again at home, then she would. The question was where.

If it’s anything like the maid outfit during the test, it might be fine, but swimsuits are a bit different. And since I’ll be living with her over summer break, it’s easy to guess when this might happen.

…Might as well prepare myself. I probably won’t be able to stop her, and she’ll pick a moment when it’s impossible to stop.

“Actually, wouldn’t it make more sense to just buy them all once you confirm the size? Money’s not really an issue, after all.”

“That defeats the purpose. And be sure to use your money wisely.”

“I know. I was just saying.”

After saying that, Shirafuji went back into the fitting room for a while. About ten minutes later, she came out.

“I’ve decided.”

“That’s good. Which one?”

“Save it for the fun later. That makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?”

Shirafuji returned the swimsuits she didn’t pick to their places and headed to the register.

Watching her, I left the store.

Saving the fun for later is fine, but… I have a feeling she’s up to something.