The Stand User Of The Daily World

Chapter 142: Let's Go on a Three-Person Date!

"Mashiro, wake up."

Shunsuke, who had woken up naturally, glanced at his watch—it wasn't the Rolex that Kirari had put on his wrist. Then, he shook the person sleeping beside him.

Mashiro groggily clung to Shunsuke's arm.

"Shunsuke, just five more minutes…"

"Since when have you ever actually slept for just five more minutes?" Shunsuke scoffed and pulled the blanket off without hesitation. "Come on, get up already."

Mashiro opened her eyes, rubbing the sleep from the corners of them. She grumbled, "Shunsuke, you're so mean. I'm going to break at this rate."

"You really think that line still works on me?" Shunsuke pinched her small nose and gave it a playful shake. "But seriously, don't say things like that outside. If people misunderstand, I'll have to smack your little butt when we get back."

Mashiro didn't respond. Instead, she flopped back onto the bed, playing dead.

"Alright, hurry up. The sooner you get up, the sooner we can go on our date."

At the mention of the date, Mashiro's eyes flew open, and with a thud, she bolted upright. As a fellow sleep-lover like Shunsuke, she didn't hesitate to spread her arms wide.

"Shunsuke."

"You little sloth."

After spending so much time together, even though Mashiro only lazily called his name, Shunsuke immediately understood what she meant.

With a fond smile, he playfully flicked her nose, then slipped his arms under her armpits and lifted her up effortlessly, carrying her toward the bathroom.

"You're brushing your own teeth and washing your own face today."

At the sink, Shunsuke set her down.

"But Shunsuke, didn't you say I always make a mess when I do it myself?"

"Then just be more careful. Besides, you're not even wearing clothes right now, so even if you do make a mess, you can just wipe it off. It's our day off—we have plenty of time."

"…Fine."

Pouting, Mashiro reluctantly started brushing her teeth and washing her face.

Meanwhile, Shunsuke left the bathroom after filling the sink and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Once he was done, using Star Platinum, Mashiro had also finished freshening up, so he finally took his turn to brush his teeth.

"Hurry up, Shunsuke! You're too slow!"

Now fully awake after breakfast, Mashiro urged him impatiently.

"You're not even dressed yet, so don't rush me."

Rolling his eyes, Shunsuke continued eating while scrolling through his phone. He spotted a message from Utaha, sent in the middle of the night.

[Kasumi Utako: President, I've almost finished planning my new novel, and I even have a first draft. But there are still some details I need to polish. You treated me last time, right? As a gesture of courtesy, come over to my place for dinner next weekend.]

"She's inviting me to her place?"

Shunsuke muttered, a little surprised.

[Fujii: No problem.]

After replying briefly, Shunsuke put his phone away and looked up to see Mashiro standing in front of him with a dissatisfied expression.

"It's all because you didn't help me pick out my clothes," she complained, as if it were entirely his fault.

"Yeah, yeah, it's all my fault. But if the outfit ends up looking bad, don't blame me."

Shunsuke quickly finished his meal in a few bites and, with a resigned sigh, started rummaging through the collection of cute and sexy outfits and lingerie that Rita had carefully selected for Mashiro.

In the past, Eriri and Izumi's mother had been the ones helping with her outfit coordination. If Shunsuke had to do it himself… well, let's put it this way—back in his previous life, when he was a middle schooler playing Miracle Nikki, he had once scored in the single digits.

"Cute for the outerwear, but something sexier underneath. And the stockings must be white."

If it were the height of summer, he could have simply picked a white dress without thinking. But since the weather was still a bit cool, he had to carefully choose a stylish coat. As for the bottom half, a skirt was non-negotiable.

Even though Mashiro had grown up in the UK, she was still a Sakurajima girl through and through. No matter how cold it was, at most, she'd wear thick tights or warm socks—but her thighs had to be exposed. That was a sacred, time-honored tradition!

After helping her put on lingerie and outerwear, Shunsuke absentmindedly played with Mashiro's delicate feet, making her squirm from the ticklish sensation. Then, he carefully slid the white stockings onto her legs.

As he put on the second one, he suddenly leaned in and gave her foot a light lick.

Mashiro's face instantly turned bright red.

It was honestly amusing. After everything they had already done together—even experiencing the Little Ice Cream Impact—Mashiro still got flustered over something like this.

Shunsuke, as if nothing had happened, calmly finished putting on the other stocking. Mashiro, now silent, chose not to comment.

Before heading out, Shunsuke glanced up at the slightly overcast sky. He had a bad feeling, but when he looked at Mashiro, who was practically radiating excitement, he dismissed his worries. Even if a typhoon were to hit today, he would still take her out.

At the entrance, Mashiro sat on the step, playfully swinging her white-stockinged feet. Shunsuke took hold of her delicate ankle and slipped on her small leather shoes. Just as he was finishing, the sound of a door opening came from behind.

Shunsuke paused for a moment before turning around. "Eriri? What are you doing here? You didn't even let me know in advance."

Eriri tried to act indifferent about the scene before her… but who was she kidding?! That pose! Shunsuke could totally see everything from this angle!

Ugh. Even though the two of them were living together now, Eriri still found herself getting weirdly bothered by small things like this.

"Eriri?"

Hearing no response, Shunsuke called her name again, his tone slightly more insistent.

"Ahem, well… I was just thinking, since you're managing a company now, you might have to work overtime even on your day off and won't have time to take care of Mashiro. So I thought I'd drop by and see if I could help out," Eriri muttered, twirling the ends of her hair between her fingers, as if a little embarrassed.

"But it looks like you guys are heading out, so never mind. I'll just go."

Shunsuke stared at Eriri, momentarily dumbfounded. Do you really have to be this kind?

Sure, he often left Mashiro in her care, but even with her usual obliviousness, she should have realized by now—Mashiro was officially her rival in love. Was it really okay to be this considerate toward a rival?

Mashiro's eyes flickered with emotion. Watching Eriri turn to leave, she suddenly stood up and gently tugged at the hem of Eriri's shirt.

"Masahiro? Is something wrong?"

"Eriri, let's go on a date together."

Shunsuke resisted the urge to facepalm.

"…A date?" Eriri looked at Shunsuke with an oddly pleasant smile. "So you and Mashiro were planning to go on a date?"

Mashiro nodded. "Mhm, Shunsuke said we'd go shopping together."

"It's just a trip to the shopping district," Shunsuke added quickly. "Mashiro wants to gather some inspiration for her manga."

That was his original intention, but judging by Eriri's skeptical expression, she wasn't entirely convinced.

"Well, since you're here, Eriri, why not make it a three-person date?"

Without waiting for an answer, Shunsuke took Mashiro's hand in his left and Eriri's in his right.

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