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As dusk settled, Ayane concluded her play rehearsal, and the Hoshimori sisters walked home together.
“Sister, your face is completely dark,” Ayane said, leaning in to peer at her sister’s expression. “What’s wrong?”
“This afternoon, I went to the cooking club to practice brewing coffee,” Shion replied, her face drooping.
Ayane tilted her head, pondering for a moment. “So… why are you upset, Sister? Is it because the coffee didn’t turn out well?”
Shion shook her head. “No, I brewed it perfectly. I was extremely satisfied with it myself.”
“Then why…”
“Because our Class Monitor said we should just use instant coffee for the cultural festival! The class has absolutely no budget for coffee beans; it all went to buying maid outfits!” Shion suddenly grabbed Ayane’s shoulders and began shaking her. “I practiced for two hours this afternoon, two whole hours!”
“Honestly, Sister, stop taking your anger out on me every day!” Ayane exclaimed, clearly displeased.
The Cultural Festival: Countdown initiated.
****
As night fell, after satisfying her hunger with her sister’s cooking, Ayane settled into the living room to watch her favorite evening drama.
“Oh, by the way, Sister, what about today’s homework?…” Ayane had specifically asked before retreating to the living room.
“Your sister isn’t as incompetent as you think! It’s all done, easy-peasy!” Shion declared proudly, tilting her head back.
This, however, was a lie. Today’s homework had made Shion want to vomit; in fact, every day’s assignments left her feeling nauseous.
Completing these assignments was truly more agonizing than exorcising spirits.
On a related note, the evil spirits had been remarkably docile for the past day or two, and Shion hadn’t received any system notifications for exorcisms.
However, she feared a sudden outbreak during the cultural festival’s after-party. ‘It couldn’t really be that coincidental, could it?’ Shion thought, quickly patting her head. ‘Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!’
Shion checked the time, noting that Ayane’s beloved evening drama had only just begun.
Peeking out, Shion saw her sister clutching a pillow, eyes glued to the television.
It was likely some sort of soap opera currently airing, and it seemed to be themed around a shrine as well…
Once assured that Ayane would be engrossed in the television for a while, Shion quietly slipped into her own room and closed the door.
Then, she opened her school bag and retrieved a neatly folded…
Maid outfit.
Indeed, the maid outfits for the class’s maid café had arrived, personally distributed by the Class Monitor during lunch break that day.
When handing Shion her outfit, the Class Monitor had even declared with great solemnity, “Mistress Maid Chief, the success of Class 1-A’s cultural festival this year rests on your shoulders.”
‘Isn’t ‘Mistress Maid Chief’ just a role?’ Shion muttered, a slight twitch at the corner of her lips, though she still reached out to accept the clothing.
“Shouldn’t we adhere to our roles properly?” the Class Monitor asked, giving Shion a look that clearly said, ‘What are you even talking about?’
Damn it.
Nevertheless, Shion carefully unwrapped the outfit and examined it.
To be honest, the fabric quality was rather mediocre.
After all, the class had pooled their money to purchase them, and they still needed funds for ingredients and other supplies, precluding the purchase of anything expensive.
It resembled the images seen online: a black base skirt, adorned with white lace patterns and canvas embellishments.
A heart-shaped cutout adorned the chest area.
It certainly didn’t seem intended for a very traditional maid café…
Shion shed her school uniform, piece by piece, and donned the maid outfit.
There was even a headpiece, also black with white patterns, perfectly complementing the outfit’s color scheme.
The young woman stood before the mirror, gazing at her reflection.
Her long white hair, unexpectedly, paired remarkably well with the maid outfit’s color palette, making her look surprisingly adorable when she put it on.
The girl was even astonished by her own reflection.
The black skirt, falling just above her knees, swayed gently with Shion’s every step, appearing soft and graceful.
And then there was the heart-shaped cutout at the chest, which had been Shion’s greatest concern.
Through the cutout, one could faintly glimpse her white undergarments and a subtle hint of cleavage.
Overall, it was undeniably a little suggestive, but considering her figure was still much smaller than Ayane’s, it was only a little suggestive, not overtly so.
Yet, it was undeniably cute. Very cute indeed.
Shion spontaneously made a “V for victory” sign at herself in the mirror.
Then, as if by some mischievous impulse, Shion captured a photograph of herself in that pose.
For some reason, she felt a bit like a character from certain adult manga she’d seen, who, after intimate acts, would stream live, their eyes sparkling with hearts, while making various adorable gestures to the audience.
‘Good heavens, what was she thinking…?’ Shion quickly smacked her forehead. ‘This was just to see if the outfit fit, wasn’t it? And if it’s too much, I’ll just change out of it immediately! What am I even pondering here?’
“Sister?…”
Ayane’s voice drifted from the doorway.
Shion, who had been about to change, froze as if she’d seen a ghost, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
The girl mechanically turned her head, her gaze meeting Ayane’s, who was stealthily peeking in from the doorway, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight.
“Oh my goodness! Sister’s maid outfit!” An excited Ayane suddenly rushed forward, grabbing Shion’s hand.
Though mortified to the point of explosion, Shion still turned to face her.
“Oh wow, Sister actually put on this outfit!” An ecstatic Ayane immediately pulled out her phone, ready to start snapping pictures.
“Idiot sister, stop it right now!” Shion reached out, attempting to prevent her sister from taking photos, but the quicker-eyed, quicker-handed Ayane had already pressed the shutter button repeatedly for a while.
Shion stomped her foot, a mix of anger and embarrassment coloring her tone. “Ayane, delete those photos immediately! They’ll become an embarrassing black mark on my past!”
Ayane’s expression was utterly innocent. “Isn’t Sister going to wear this outfit for the cultural festival event? It’s clearly meant for a formal occasion, so it’s bound to be incredibly popular then, right?”
Shion clutched her head in exasperation. “I don’t want to become popular in *this* way! How will I ever show my face in class at school again? This is complete social suicide!”
Ayane paused in thought, then stepped forward, gently lifting the cutout at the chest of Shion’s maid outfit.
Shion let out a cute whimper at the touch, but obediently allowed her sister to tinker.
Ayane removed a hairpin from her own hair and used it to clip the cutout shut, both top and bottom.
When Shion looked at herself in the mirror again, the chest cutout had been significantly reduced, allowing only a faint glimpse when she moved.
Although this meant the skirt was pulled up a bit in response, the outfit’s skirt originally fell below the knee, so even a slight hike wouldn’t pose any issue.
“How’s that!” Ayane proudly puffed out her chest, her face radiating a clear ‘Praise me, Sister!’ expression.
Shion glanced at herself, then at Ayane’s proudly protruding chest, and managed to suppress the urge to give her sister a light tap on the head.