Chapter 4: The Magical Girl’s New Outfit
Alone in the private fitting room, Tachibana Asuka stood frozen.
Soon, overwhelming shame washed over her, and a soft, flustered whimper escaped her lips.
“Uuu…”
She had no choice but to cover her burning face with both hands.
This was too embarrassing to even look at…
Despite being the pure and innocent [Magical Girl Silver White], she had obediently put on the outfit chosen by the Villain Boss—like some foolish little kitten.
The entire ensemble—from the adorable Lolita headpiece to the crystal-mesh skirt, the lace-patterned socks, and even the round-toe Mary Janes with their delicate bows.
Right now, she looked like a meticulously dressed BJD doll.
—This had to be part of the Villain Boss’s evil plan!
Yet, Tachibana Asuka couldn’t deny that the Lolita dress had been chosen with impeccable taste.
“Meow…”
Curiosity got the better of her. Though still hiding her face, she peeked through her fingers like a sneaky cat, cautiously examining herself.
—She really did look… incredibly cute.
Due to long-term malnutrition, her figure was noticeably smaller and more delicate than other girls her age.
Her petite frame was perfect for a cute, doll-like aesthetic.
Dressed in this Lolita-style princess dress, she looked like she’d stepped straight out of a fairy tale—ethereally delicate, as if too pure to be touched.
What’s more, whether by coincidence or design—the Lolita set the Villain Boss had picked was her favorite shade of silver-white.
The high-quality fabric was impossibly soft, as if woven from pure moonlight itself.
Having only worn her old school uniform for so long, Tachibana Asuka couldn’t help but lose herself in the sensation—almost reluctant to take it off.
But then, her eyes fell on the dress’s tag.
[Product Name: White Rose Bride]
[Full Set Price: 30,000 yen]
“Ah…”
Shocked by the full price of the outfit, Tachibana Asuka was visibly flustered.
In a hurry to take it off, she feared accidentally staining such an expensive garment and having to pay for it.
But just then, the fitting room door was knocked.
“Are you done, Silver White-chan?”
—The voice of the Villain Boss came from outside.
“Come out and see. There’s a big mirror here.”
“Ugh…”
Mistaking Linux’s invitation for an order, Tachibana Asuka’s heart pounded with unease.
She only knew that wearing this expensive 【White Rose Bride】 might make her look incredibly cute.
But just how cute—only by standing before the mirror could she fully grasp it.
Yet doing so would mean fully exposing herself to the evil boss’s gaze.
This could very well be part of his wicked scheme!
“Silver White-chan?”
The Villain Boss knocked again, clearly growing impatient.
“I… I know…”
With a deep breath, the anxious Tachibana Asuka finally steadied herself.
It was all because of that despicable Magical Girl Obedience Candy.
Her mind and body were firmly under his control—no matter what command he gave, she couldn’t refuse.
—It wasn’t like she wanted to step out!
Reaffirming this thought, she finally pushed open the fitting room door.
Alone, she walked straight to the nearest mirror but lost her courage at the last moment, lowering her head shyly.
Just a second later, she felt someone press up against her from behind.
Then, her restless, delicate hands were enveloped by a pair of strong, masculine ones.
There was no need to guess—this was her date for the night, the one and only 【boss-level】 Calamity, Linux.
Tachibana Asuka’s entire body tensed up uncontrollably.
Her skin, pressed against the soft Lolita fabric, heated up on its own, sticky with fragrant sweat that seemed to spread everywhere.
Even inside her lace-patterned knee socks and the wine-red round-toe boots…
Now, visible steam was gathering from the warmth.
“I’ve put on all the clothes you picked… Are you satisfied now? Really… such terrible taste…”
“Good. Very good.”
Standing behind Tachibana Asuka, Linux gazed with interest at their reflection in the mirror.
Though it might sound a bit rude…
The actual effect of Tachibana Asuka wearing the 【White Rose Bride】 far surpassed the promotional images displayed in the store.
Even passersby were drawn to her cuteness, stopping to stare in unison.
The once-orderly mall was now experiencing minor congestion in the blink of an eye.
Yet despite this, Tachibana Asuka still lacked the courage to look at herself in the mirror.
Timidly, she turned her head slightly and whispered to the Villain Boss behind her:
“So… how do I look?”
—The moment her shy question left her lips…
A series of system notifications chimed in Linux’s mind.
[Confirmed—The magical girl has let her guard down! The perfect opportunity to torment her!]
[Now, make your choice.]
[A. Fight dirty—ambush the defenseless magical girl in front of everyone!]
[Reward: Crimson King (Stand)]
[B. Mock the magical girl relentlessly, crushing her fragile self-esteem.]
[Reward: Shocker Standard Combatant Manufacturing Technology]
[C. Confess your true feelings to the magical girl, making her blush and lose even more fighting spirit.]
[Reward: Just a plain, ordinary hairpin (worth 40 yen)]
“Wait, 40 yen? Two bucks?”
Linux couldn’t help but frown.
Option C’s reward was so pitifully cheap—it was beyond his expectations.
Just like last time—Option A was an absolute no-go, a guaranteed death trap.
It was 7 PM.
He and Tachibana Asuka were in the busiest shopping district of Orange Sky City.
The place was practically crawling with girls—some of whom might very well be magical girls in disguise.
If he dared to launch a public attack, he’d be swarmed in no time.
Escaping unscathed would be a miracle. So, Option A was off the table.
In contrast, Option B was intriguing.
Just some verbal teasing—zero risk, yet he’d gain the Shocker Standard Combatant Manufacturing Technology.
For a Villain Boss who still lacked even a single minion, this was like a godsend.
The only cost? Shattering one girl’s fragile self-esteem.
As a proper Villain Boss—the correct choice was glaringly obvious.
Linux raised his right hand, cupping Tachibana Asuka’s chin and forcing her to look straight into the mirror like him.
Gazing at their reflection—him pressed against her from behind—he spoke each word with deliberate sincerity:
“Asuka, I think you’re incredibly cute.”
(｡･ω･｡) Recipe for this book:
80% sugar + 20% shenanigans + 0% tragedy
A healthy, wholesome read—dig in without worry~
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