Due to the Tianyang Festival, the executive committee had to go to other academies to discuss matters concerning the Tianyang Festival, including the private Rindouji Girls' Academy where Miku was located.
Inaba Tsukiyo didn't need to bother going there, because Miku was living at her house; it was just that she was often away due to work.
Just like now, after Inaba Tsukiyo returned home, Miku couldn't help but pounce on her, constantly rubbing her face against Inaba Tsukiyo's.
"Enough! You're old enough, yet you still love to act so spoiled."
She pushed Miku's face away. This girl seemed to be acting spoiled, but in reality, she was just taking advantage of her.
Moreover, this girl was the typical type who would take an inch if given a mile, so she absolutely couldn't be given too much leeway, otherwise she would definitely become overbearing.
"But… I'm just a child in front of Tsukiyo-chan, aren't I? And I finally finished my recent concert, but Tsukiyo-chan doesn't give me any comfort and is so cold instead. It's truly heartbreaking, *sob*."
"Don't pretend. That kind of acting can only fool those fans; do you think it works on us?"
Finally, Inaba Tsukiyo pushed away the pouting Miku and sat on the sofa.
The moment she sat down, Yoshino leaned against her, sitting silently beside her with her head down, not saying a word.
It seemed that after the Yoshino from another world left last time, Yoshino had become very clingy to her. She didn't know why.
Recently, whether bathing or sleeping, the two of them were always together. Whenever she had free time, Yoshino would almost always come to find her. She didn't know why.
On the other side, Nia also walked over, casually greeted them, and then sat down, her eyes fixed on her phone.
Nia's focused gaze piqued Inaba Tsukiyo's curiosity. She got up and glanced over, discovering that this girl was reading a manga.
Reading manga was fine; after all, she was also a manga artist, so it was natural for her to read manga drawn by others.
But… why was this manga so strange? Why was there only one page? And why were the colors only blue and white? What was going on?
Goodness, upon closer inspection, wasn't this manga just a pure fan-service manga!
It wasn't a harem or overtly fan-servicey manga, but rather one that achieved fan service through subtle physical movements in small details of daily life.
Just like the chapter Nia was reading now, a girl was making pottery, and because her chest was too large, she accidentally brushed against the top of the pottery.
The result of this unintentional act was a surprisingly good piece of work. She really didn't know what to say about the manga author's imagination; it was simply too wild.
"What are you looking at? No matter how much you fantasize through manga, you can't become the heroine in it."
"# Don't tell me that! You're the same! And there are so many Heroic Spirits like me at home, why do you only look at me?"
Nia said somewhat indignantly. There were clearly other Heroic Spirits at home with the same attributes as her, so why was she singled out?
In response to Nia's question, Inaba Tsukiyo merely glanced at Natsumi.
Natsumi understood Inaba Tsukiyo's meaning at a glance, nodded, and took out her Angel, the Imitation Witch. The lantern in front of it flashed, and its light shone on Inaba Tsukiyo, Yoshino, Natsumi, and Nia.
Under this light, Natsumi and Yoshino's figures underwent a huge change, transforming from delicate ceramic dolls into slender, elegant women.
Even Inaba Tsukiyo showed some change; although not to the extent of Natsumi and Yoshino, she also reached a C-cup, making her a spirited and beautiful woman.
Miku's eyes lit up. She walked around the three with her phone, the flash constantly going off, and her eyes sparkling with emotions of "I'm so excited! I'm so excited!"
Nia, on the other hand, while a bit taller, still had a pitiful A-cup, and this A-cup looked even more pathetic because of her increased height.
Realizing this despairing reality, Nia lost all strength and collapsed onto the sofa, like a dried fish with no dreams.
"Oh, right, Miku. Is your school organizing any activities for the upcoming Tianyang Festival?"
Remembering what happened at school today, Inaba Tsukiyo, who had returned to her original form, asked Miku, who was tidying up photos.
"Eh? Yes, we are. Because of my status, I'm also the main organizer at school. Though I don't actually do anything."
Shidou Rindouji Girls' Academy was home to many daughters from prestigious families, making it the top girls' high school in Amamiya City.
If such a school prepared diligently, it should be able to achieve results that surpass any other school.
However... due to their status, the school primarily focused on more elegant arts, such as painting and music. As for haunted houses, which ordinary schools have, sorry, you won't find those at this academy.
"...Is that okay? With just these activities, you won't be able to win against other schools, will you?"
"What does it matter? The main focus is the performance on the first night. With me there, we absolutely won't lose to any other school."
Miku said confidently. She didn't think her singing would lose to students from other schools. After all, she had so many fans; there would definitely be no problem.
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