Aren’t You Too Sweet Salt-God Sato-San?

As you know, I'm a huge acquaintance.

Especially the apparel clerk who packs the distance from the first meeting, you can call him a natural enemy.

I have a clerk in front of me who laughs bitterly when I realize that my head turns bright white at the time I'm talked to and I don't even know what I'm talking about.

That's why I don't have good memories of apparel shops... "hidamari” was different from Asae.

Mr. Asai listens to my poor talking guts as he smiles softly as if he were a wildflower, and he smells very good.

Anyway, the inclusiveness is awesome.

Of course I have big tits, because I do, but I'm mainly talking about the inside.

And a few minutes to take advice while being surrounded by such a mother's kind of inclusiveness.

In the mirror, I was totally unfamiliar with (...) standing.

……

Exhale more.

I was losing a lot of touching words.

Relatively unfamiliar with fashion, even I can tell, this is...

"Heh, sounds good, doesn't it? Koharu."

Out of my shadow, Mr. Asae asks with a glimpse in his face.

Rinka looked a little from the other side and the three of them fit in the mirror.

"You're gonna change, well, it's a communal disorder, but your face and style are good."

As much as Rinka's meanness was deafening, my consciousness had been taken to myself in the mirror.

Clear white blouse with floral flared skirt.

Simple combination, but completely different from what I usually wear.

I also helped Asae knit the hair for me at the service, or the mature calm image combined with the refreshment of summer, such a cord.

"I put in a trendy ground color now, and the fabric of the blouse is cool with linen, and I changed the silhouette up and down, because I like this one. I put emphasis on the material feel and put it together simply, how about that?

"Shh, that's great......!

Yeah. I resent my lack of vocabulary.

But that's all I can say.

Good, that's great.

I'm sure you will too with this...!

"I'll buy it! I'll buy it and keep wearing it!

I said in a rough nose, in a taste of eating.

Seeing this, Mr. Asai chuckles, manipulating the tablet terminal with her fingers like white fish,

"Well, here's the bill."

"... What!? Can it be so cheap!?

"20% off the evening discount."

Says Asai with a grin and a gentle grin.

I guess it's an evening discount...?

Though, this was a delightful miscalculation.

"Thank you very much!

"How are you doing?"

Thus I ask Nikoniko-faced Asae to pay for his clothes and cut the tag.

That's when my smartphone shook, incoming.

"That's from your mother."

"Kiyomi? What's so important?

"I think it might be you or something... but for now it's coming out a little bit, Asae, thank you for everything today"

"Mmm, if you're a cute girl like Koharu, you're welcome to come back, because you save 30% on rainy days and 50% off lightning"

"I'll talk to Mr. Asae for a little while before I go."

"Okay! Then I'm a little sorry!

When I give Mr. Asae a mild interpretation, I grasp the shivering smartphone and leave “hidamari”.

(... not too discounted?)

Later, such a question arose, but I tried to answer the phone anyway and put my finger on the “Answer” button, that's when.

"Wow!?

I don't like the way I make it.

It was a matter of seconds after “hidamari”.

Sometimes I was unfamiliar with my heels and my smartphone took me to the crack of an asphalt and I stuck with it as far forward as I could.

- Fall.

The clothes Asae-san chose for me will get dirty...

I was convinced in my head, at that moment.

He grabbed me by the wrist from behind, one hair at a time, and I spared the worst.

"Whew!?

"Oops...... are you okay?

"Oh, I'm sorry! I need your help...!

I look back behind my back with words of apology...

"Is that it, Mr. Sato?

- My heart stopped beating at the same time as the vibration of my smartphone stopped in my hand.

"Hey, oh... huh...?

Mouth his name as he slams his mouth full of goldfish.

Yes, it was you who took my hand.

It would be the opposite of the way home, how could you be here?

No, I guess I'll be thanking you before that.

I mean, your hand, it's thin and beautiful, but it's a lot stronger than I thought I'd actually touch it.

What a bunch of thoughts is blown far away by just one reality.

Right in front of you, Tail.

While dreaming, but for the first time, you (...) push tail in your personal clothes.

- Well, I'm going to tell you a very embarrassing story now.

One of the major reasons I invited you on a weekend date is that I really wanted to see you in your personal clothes (...).

Of course, uniforms in school and working clothes in cafes are very attractive, but personal clothing is something else.

So, what I've been saying since I was last asked out on a date by you, I keep inflating my delusions every day.

Whether you're looking at a men's fashion magazine in a convenience store or an actor in a drama, you were delusional about your personal clothes by converting it in your head with "Tail You ver" like one of the fools remembers.

So it's the end of me being bored by myself, so I can no longer tell for myself, it's disgusting.

- You just expect too much, don't you?

What a natural thing to realize the other day.

- Pushtail would look great in any outfit.

Yes, it was this morning that I made up my mind that I needed to acquire enough female power to be able to say hello.

But, but, but!

True, not paranoid, not dreamy, a pushtail in real personal clothes, you - even the hurdles I've been up day and night, were lightly outnumbered!

When it comes to its destructive power! When it comes to its destructive power!

"... cool"

Unconsciously, words spilled out of his pompous open mouth.