"Of course you can~ At your service, my cute Student Ito."
Hearing this, Rinka's voice was filled with undisguised joy as she lightly lifted the curtain and stepped inside.
The fitting room, already narrow, felt even more cramped with both of them inside, and the air seemed to grow thin and warm.
Natsuhi kept her head lowered, not daring to look at Rinka at all. Her earlobes were thoroughly flushed, and her fingers nervously tugged at the hem of her clothes.
[Just endure it for a moment and it will be over, just a moment!]
Changing clothes shouldn't feel like being tortured; wouldn't it be better to just follow her instincts and enjoy it?
"Don't be nervous. The way you're acting makes me look like the Big Bad Wolf. Relax~"
Rinka's voice was very gentle as she reached out to undo the buttons at the collar of Natsuhi's school uniform. Cool air touched her skin, and her fingertips inadvertently brushed against Natsuhi's collarbone or the side of her neck.
"Eek!"
The girl let out an adorably pathetic shriek, a complete departure from the powerful persona she had displayed earlier.
"Don't resist. Raise your arms."
There was no helping it; the initiative had completely fallen into Rinka's hands now, and Natsuhi felt she had no choice but to let it happen,
even if the other girl's hands were very restless, always 'accidentally' brushing against her sensitive areas.
Natsuhi hadn't expected that she would ever have such a passive day, although it wasn't exactly hard to accept either.
Watching Natsuhi desperately keep her eyes closed, her delicate body trembling slightly from the physical contact, Rinka tried her best to suppress the surging emotions in her heart and focused on helping her change clothes.
[Oh, heavens. To have such a cute creature placed before me, yet have to endure not being able to tease her at will—this is simply a punishment for me.]
[Just thinking about how Classmate Wada gets to enjoy her every day makes me so envious.]
Rinka tried hard to suppress the urge to caress Natsuhi, diligently helping the girl finish changing her clothes.
"Turn around a little."
Natsuhi turned obediently, like a doll.
Rinka gently gripped Natsuhi's waist to pull the hem of the sweatshirt into place. The cropped design barely covered her chest, revealing a slender, fair midriff without a hint of excess fat.
This was something she had specially picked out, hmph~
"All done."
Reluctantly letting go, Rinka's voice carried a hint of imperceptible satisfaction.
Feeling much lighter, Natsuhi carefully opened her eyes. Although not much time had passed, to her, it felt as long as a century.
"Is—is this really me?!?"
Natsuhi touched her cheeks in disbelief, even pinching them once to verify it was real.
Beside her, Rinka wore a confident smile, her small chest puffed out with pride.
"Hehe~ How is it? My taste."
The girl in the mirror seemed like a different person.
The cropped off-the-shoulder sweatshirt showcased her beautiful shoulder and neck lines and her toned midriff, carrying a hint of sexiness and rebelliousness;
the denim shorts highlighted her straight, long legs.
The saying 'clothes make the man' really is true; a simple cropped sweatshirt and a pair of denim shorts could completely change a person's vibe.
If the first impression of Natsuhi in her school uniform was soft and cute, then now she could definitely be described as 'refreshingly cool'.
Her shoulders were gently pressed, and in the mirror, Rinka gave her a satisfied smile that also carried a touch of possessiveness.
"I told you, you wouldn't go wrong leaving it to me~"
"Not bad, not bad. I'm very satisfied. Thank you so much, Student Nikaido."
Watching the excited and lively little Natsuhi, Rinka added another sentence.
"Hmm, it's missing something. This isn't the final form yet."
"Not the final form... Does that mean it can become even cooler?"
"Of course. I still have a trump card. I wonder if Student Ito would like to try it out?"
"Then I'll leave everything to you, Student Nikaido."
Natsuhi responded enthusiastically, bouncing around, completely unaware of the cunning look of a successful conspiracy in Rinka's eyes.
"Click!"
Natsuhi touched the black leather on her neck, asking a bit uncertainly:
"Eh? This is... a choker?"
A black leather band embedded with a metal ring quietly encircled Natsuhi's slender neck.
Two thin chains hung down from the ring, swaying slightly against her delicate collarbone hollow with her breathing.
Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, it outlined a subtle, alluring appeal, adding a touch of coolness and rebelliousness to that fair expanse.
"That's right. The core function of this neck accessory is to guide the visual focus."
"It can focus the gaze on the beautiful lines of the face and neck, while adding necessary decorative details to the empty neck and shoulder area, filling the void and enhancing the layering and completeness of the overall outfit."
"Doesn't it feel a bit different from before?"
"It does a little..."
Observing herself in the mirror carefully, truth be told, this choker could truly be called the finishing touch.
The white off-the-shoulder sweatshirt, with its chic collar design, perfectly outlined the smooth lines of her shoulders and neck.
Coupled with the clever embellishment of the metal chains, it added layers to the overall look, avoiding monotony without appearing cluttered.
If one had to use a four-character idiom to describe it, there was only one answer—just right!
"Amazing, I feel just like a model in a magazine!"
Looking at her completely different self in the mirror, Natsuhi exclaimed sincerely, excitedly turning her body left and right,
completely unaware of the deeper, more ancient, and somewhat possessive symbolic meaning of that choker on her neck.
Watching Natsuhi's defenseless appearance, even jumping for joy because of her own "masterpiece,"
the sense of satisfaction in Rinka's heart rippled outward.
"Being able to make you like it this much is the best affirmation of my taste."
Her gaze gently coiled around the black choker on Natsuhi's neck, her tone carrying a hint of owner-like delight,
"Besides, it looks... more complete this way, doesn't it? It's like putting a unique mark on you."
[A unique mark... sounds so cool! Is that a term used by fashionistas?]
[Come to think of it, this choker really does look very stylish.]
Natsuhi completely misunderstood the direction, only thinking that Rinka's choice of words was very professional and stylish. She nodded vigorously, her eyes shining,
"Yeah! It feels like the overall completeness has improved all at once!"
[As expected, by guiding her just a little like this, Student Ito will obediently walk into the preset position... She is so cute that it makes one want to bully her a little more.]
Rinka nodded almost imperceptibly, taking in Natsuhi's happy reaction, the smile in her eyes deepening a little more.
"Oh, right, Student Ito."
"Huh? What is it?"
Rinka took out her phone as if casually, the screen reflecting a soft light,
"It's rarely dressed up so perfectly, it would be a shame not to leave a memento. How about... we take a photo together?"
Her pinkish-white hair brushed against her cheek, her tone carrying an irresistible friendliness,
"Just as a way to record my 'masterpiece'?"
"No problem!"
Natsuhi didn't take the request for a photo to heart at all; in her past life, countless people had asked to take photos with her, so such a thing as camera shyness simply didn't exist.
Besides, she had helped her pick out clothes for nothing and had helped her with so many things before, so just taking a photo was nothing.
Natsuhi didn't hesitate at all and stepped into Rinka's camera fram