[Ayako - A Plan to Even Take Off Her Underwear] Author: Unknown

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Ayako—A Plan to Take Off Even Her Underwear
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"Romeo, please hold me tight!" To be loved so intensely by someone like this is such happiness.
Ayako, dressed in medieval attire, embraced the "handsome" Romeo. She called him "handsome" because Romeo
didn't actually have a face; it was just Ayako's perception of him.
"Ayako-san." Hmm, what's that voice?
"Get up!" A loud shout shattered the illusion, and Ayako opened her eyes to realize she had
been dreaming. No wonder Romeo didn't have a face; Ayako didn't even have a fantasy object. And what she saw when she opened her eyes wide was the entire class's gaze fixed on her 　　.
Ayako immediately blushed with embarrassment . 　　"I'm so sorry, how rude of me to fall asleep during class," Ayako thought. But there was 　　a reason for that. Ayako stayed up very late studying last night, and during the class meeting today discussing the school festival, she unknowingly 　　fell asleep. 　　Ayako Takano is a seventeen-year-old high school girl. She is tall and slender, with small breasts and buttocks, lacking any distinctive 　　features. A few freckles remain on her face, though they have significantly decreased compared to last year. Her face is thin; if she were a 　　fraction heavier, she might be a slender beauty. However, she lacks that kind of flesh, so her thinness appears 　　more like being skin and bones. 　　Introverted by nature, she has always been very self-conscious about her appearance. 　　She feels extremely inferior about her face, which she considers unattractive and ordinary, a feeling that has intensified since puberty. Compared to other 　　girls whose bodies are already women, she hasn't completely shed her childlike physique. She always dresses in long shirts and skirts, and always waits until the last day of the month to change from winter 　　clothes to summer clothes. In fact, she put a lot of effort into concealing her flaws 　　. She knew she wasn't a beauty, but she didn't want to be ugly, so she put more effort 　　into her appearance than the average person—not to look beautiful, but to look ordinary. Although she knew she wasn't pretty 　　, she didn't want others to think she was unattractive. 　　However, her biggest insecurity was that she wasn't yet a "woman." 　　Ayako's only talent was studying, and she always 　　tried her best to gain the praise of her teachers and parents. But after a year of hard work, she only received attention for a day or two when the grades were announced 　　; the rest of the time, she was always ignored. 　　"No wonder she's a top student! She knows how to use her time well. Sleeping in class meetings and not getting scolded by the teacher?" 　　These words came from the class monitor, Yuri, with her long, wavy black hair. 　　In terms of figure and appearance, she was the most beautiful woman in the school, skilled in interpersonal relationships, and her grades were also 　　good. However, Yuri actually loathed and envied Ayako. Compared to Ayako, who ranked in the top ten in the national mock exams, Yuri 　　's grades were excellent, while Ayako's were perfect. Losing to a bookworm among boys wouldn't be so bad, but 　　losing to the unattractive Ayako was unbearable for her. Although Yuri often told herself that "Ayako is just a bookworm who only knows how to study," 　　she would always find an opportunity to ridicule and mock Ayako. 　　"This...it's not like that...I didn't mean to," Ayako hurriedly explained in fear. Because she had 　　studied too late the day before, and 　　because she was always just an observer in class meetings, she had accidentally fallen asleep. 　　"Yeah! She's a bookworm, otherwise how could she get such good grades? I see her even 　　taking her books to the bathroom and showering." 　　"She completely ignores everything in class." 　　"Hey, she's favored by the teacher!" 　　"Does she think she can look down on others just because she gets good grades?" 　　"No! That's not it, I don't think that way at all!" Ayako cried out inwardly, but her timid 　　nature kept her sitting fearfully in her seat. She was afraid of others' opinions, afraid of their ridicule, afraid of 　　their sarcasm, afraid of being isolated. Ayako was weak-willed, but actually very vain. Yes, she was 　　vain, even though she wasn't beautiful herself, and she cared a lot about how others perceived her. Ayako often looked in the mirror, 　　because she always felt that her appearance wasn't neat enough and that people would laugh at her. 　　"Alright, have you all had enough?! Don't you ever get any sleep?" The one who shouted was 　　Mitsuaki U, a student who had repeated a grade. All the girls mocking Ayako were unbearable to him. All the girls in the class ganging up 　　on one girl—what kind of nonsense was this! 　　In Japan, bullying among students is a serious problem. Those who appear weak and unassuming 　　often become targets. It's not just a game or a fun activity; it 　　often becomes a social phenomenon—the more you bully someone, the more you feel you've made a name for yourself. 　　Mitsuaki U, who helped Ayako, is another outlier in the class. As the president of the art club, he has been 　　artistically gifted since childhood, winning numerous local awards and aspiring to be an artist. Last year, he 　　failed to win the Sunflower Award at the Noichi Art University, and this year he voluntarily repeated a year to try again, as 　　third-year students are not allowed to repeat a year. 　　The Sunflower Award is an annual open painting competition held by Noichi Art University during its cultural festival. The high 　　school winner can gain direct admission without examination and receive a four-year scholarship. Although Mitsuaki is repeating 　　a year, his grades are not bad, and being a year older than everyone else, his classmates have a certain 　　fear of him as a senior. 　　His intervention in Ayako's case is mainly due to his macho nature and his desire to help the weak. Conversely, one could also 　　say he's a very self-centered and possessive person; saying he's helping Ayako is less accurate than saying he hates this bullying 　　behavior. 　　"Don't you always do things yourselves in class? When have you ever asked for our opinions? Let's go 　　! Ayako, ignore them." Mitsuaki pulled Ayako's hand and they walked out of the classroom. But Ayako 　　looked fearfully at the hostile gazes of the girls in her class. Doing so would only make her more isolated and more likely to become a target of bullying 　　.

"Hey! Mitsuaki, you!" the neighbor called out to them, but Mitsuaki completely ignored 　　them. Indeed, the school festival activity written on the blackboard was a play about Romeo and Juliet, and the content and roles had already been decided. Juliet was naturally Yuri from next door. If Yuri hadn't deliberately made things 　　difficult 　　for 　　Ayako
, 　　no 　　one 　　would have paid any attention to 　　her 　　. 　　********** ... 　　"That's too much, that's too much! What did I do wrong? Why is everyone always targeting me? It's all the same, 　　they all hate me, Mitsuaki too, all of them." Ayako muttered to herself in a normal voice 　　, which was quite loud for her. 　　"Is being beautiful enough? Yuri. You have everything, why do you still target me? It's always like this 　　, today it's like this, tomorrow it'll be like this too, it's so annoying!" 　　"Why? My mother gave birth to me like this, my sisters and mother are clearly very beautiful people!" 　　"Everyone is so kind and caring towards beautiful people, but towards ordinary people like me... It's so annoying! Why can't I 　　be prettier?" 　　Ayako, talking to herself, didn't notice that Mitsuaki had caught up with her and overheard her 　　complaints. 　　"Despicable, eavesdropping, shameless! Do you think helping me will make me grateful? That will only make 　　my position more painful." When she noticed Mitsuaki behind her, Ayako felt extremely embarrassed. 　　"That's outrageous! Who do you think you are?" Ayako sat down, hugging her knees, her sobs gradually turning into cries. 　　Mitsuaki, on the other hand, was still quite indignant. He had helped her, only to be scolded in return—what an ungrateful 　　person! 　　Out of interest in drawing, Mitsuaki sometimes used his classmates as subjects for sketching during class, everyone 　　getting a turn, mainly to hone his skills. Ayako was a special subject, partly because 　　her clothes were longer than everyone else's, but mainly because of her tall, slender figure. While not conventionally 　　beautiful, she possessed a unique allure. Mitsuaki had even tried to make Ayako appear heavier, which actually 　　increased his affection for her. 　　Hearing Ayako's comment, Mitsuaki considered her feelings and realized she was overly concerned with her appearance, 　　and because of her low self-esteem, she always kept her distance from others. 　　"She thinks like that because she's afraid of rejection, right? If she doesn't interact with people, she won't be hurt by rejection." This 　　made Mitsuaki sympathize with her, but also disgusted by her cowardice. 　　In the end, Mitsuaki chose encouragement over scolding, because for Ayako, scolding would only make her more 　　insecure, introverted, and timid. 　　"Okay! You're not that ugly!" Mitsuaki climbed onto the water tank and comforted Ayako. 　　"I...am I ugly?" Ayako didn't want to admit the fact, but Mitsuaki directly stated it, making her even more upset 　　. "I...I'm not ugly." Ayako retorted internally but didn't say it aloud, because saying it would be 　　like admitting the fact. 　　"It seems to have backfired!" Mitsuaki looked at Ayako's furrowed brows and completely changed expression. 　　"I used the wrong words! I'm just someone who can only draw, so I'll use drawing to describe it. Come with me!" 　　After saying that, Mitsuaki pulled Ayako's hands from behind. 　　"No..." Ayako, who wanted to resist, fell into Mitsuaki's arms in an instant, a movement that made 　　Mitsuaki stop awkwardly. For those ten seconds or so, Ayako was completely unable to move, but in Mitsuaki's strong arms 　　, she felt her helplessness and weakness. However, leaning on someone like that felt so warm. 　　"Ah! I'm sorry, why don't you get down yourself?" Mitsuaki said, taking a step back. 　　"Hmm!" At that moment, Ayako wasn't thinking about resisting Mitsuaki's firm attitude, but rather felt a slight 　　sense of loss at being let go. 　　Ayako 　　got down first, followed by Mitsuaki. Led by Mitsuaki, the two 　　walked towards the art room . In 　　preparation for the cultural festival, the last two periods of the day were used for class meetings, so no 　　one stopped the two 　　as they left the classroom 　　. ********** ... The interior space was fairly large, but everything was old and worn, yet it had a strange sense of familiarity, 　　perhaps because the art club members had carefully preserved this old classroom. 　　"Ayako, sit down in the middle!" Mitsuaki said, preparing his sketchbook and charcoal pencils. 　　Now that they were here, Ayako didn't resist and obediently sat down 　　in the chair in the middle of the art room. This was because Mitsuaki had helped her earlier, and she had instead blamed him; under the influence of a compensatory mentality, 　　she deliberately complied. 　　Mitsuaki picked up his pencil and began to draw. "Is he drawing me?" Ayako wondered, but she 　　wasn't pretty at all; being a model wasn't a good idea! 　　"Ayako, let me tell you! While beauty or ugliness has a significant impact, it doesn't define everything 　　. What's truly important is one's attitude and mindset towards others. Being optimistic, proactive, and actively engaging with others is crucial. 　　Conversely, pessimism, passivity, and negativity often lead to misunderstandings and isolation. Besides, 　　not everyone in the world is beautiful. If being less attractive or even just average means you can't be happy? 　　Would everyone in the world have to live with a bitter face? Communicate more with others, exchange ideas, and let them know you are 　　a person with flesh and blood and thoughts, not a toy for their amusement." 　　At this point, Ayako's face was filled with indignation. Although she didn't say anything, it was clear...

"Enough !
Anyone can spout these platitudes, right? Have you ever tried to approach someone and been ignored or treated as an obstacle
? Is it my fault that I'm isolated and looked down upon? Why do you say that? I am who I am
, why should I have to please them? Besides, they don't even acknowledge me." This was Ayako's thought.
"Sigh! Fine... you won't listen to me anyway, come and take a look." Mitsuaki turned the painting towards Ayako's side
.
Ayako stood up and walked closer to Mitsuaki, looking at herself in the painting. Thin and frail, her eyes and expression showed sadness and helplessness
, tinged with a little resentment and dissatisfaction, just like when she looked in the mirror, an ordinary appearance. But
unlike when she looked in the mirror, her expression seemed even more repulsive, always giving off a weak and unpleasant feeling.
"What do you mean by this? You were just trying to comfort me, weren't you? A lecture is fine, I
know I'm not likable. Are you trying to be sarcastic?"
Ayako started crying again as she spoke, but her simple, heartbroken expression
was actually more attractive than when she was filled with resentment and discontent.
"Don't cry! You're already much better than others. You can't be ugly! You're just
a little ordinary. But I've observed your body before, and your physical qualities are much better than others. If you're like this,
what about those who are born with absolutely no hope?"
Although Mitsuaki sincerely comforted Ayako, he was increasingly disgusted by her cowardice.
"You're talking nonsense... you're... a pervert..."
Ayako stopped crying upon hearing Mitsuaki's "I've observed your body before," shyly hugging herself
under her heavy clothes. However, Ayako's embarrassed expression was quite charming, making her ordinary face appear
somewhat pretty.
"Okay, watch this. Your figure and face actually have a lot of potential, but you're a bit taller than average,
and you're also thin, which is why you're not considered pretty. Actually, your face isn't ordinary; it's just that your features are too distinct, so while it's
not ugly, it's a bit of an eyesore. If you just gain a little weight, you could definitely be a beauty. I'm not lying to you.
Think about it: if your beautiful mother and sister were to grow taller and starve themselves to the point of being thin, would they still be pretty? Ayako, you
've seen those beauties who suffer from anorexia; how can someone so thin and pale be beautiful?"
Mitsuaki explained, altering the lines of Ayako in the drawing, erasing some parts, and redrawing it.
"Ah! This...this is me." Ayako exclaimed sincerely, genuinely happy. The Ayako in the drawing looked
much better after gaining weight.
She was anything but ordinary; although she couldn't compare to the beauty next door, she was no less attractive than the cute girls in her class
. However, the expression in the drawing was still the same—a helpless and sad expression transformed into a
melancholic beauty, but it still gave off an unapproachable feeling.
"Can...can I become like that too?" Ayako asked.
"Your appearance reflects your heart! It's not that a good personality guarantees good looks, but a happy and optimistic face
always makes people happy. Besides, can someone who's constantly sad and depressed be healthy?
Good health and good spirits are about making your body change for the better. As I said before, being too thin isn't good-looking, but
being too fat isn't good-looking either. Maintaining your body in its best condition is the best."
"In the future, when the freckles on your face fade and you gain a little weight, you'll look completely different.
I can't really explain the relationship between health and mood, so I'll draw it," Mitsuaki said, his brush flying across the paper again.
Since seeing the transformation in the drawing, Ayako had been nodding frantically. She had thought about becoming beautiful
countless times. This time, watching Mitsuaki's brush movements, Ayako saw that the freckles on her face had faded, and
her expression had become cheerful, lively, and confident.
The Ayako in the painting was a completely different person from the real one, radiant and no less
beautiful than the neighbor's lily.
"Can I really become like that? Really?" Ayako exclaimed excitedly.
"Believe in your genes! You're already very lucky. Character determines destiny! Haven't you heard ? As long as you take care of your health and stay happy, you'll definitely become like this in a year or two," Mitsuaki 　　said
confidently . 　　"Okay! I... I'll try my best," Ayako said energetically. With the change in her expression, Ayako 　　became even more captivating. 　　But what Mitsuaki didn't mention was Ayako's whiteness. Her skin was truly white; now, because she was thin, it appeared 　　somewhat sickly pale, but once she gained weight, she would truly be a radiant, snow-white, and alluring 　　beauty! 　　"Ayako! This drawing of you isn't just a random sketch. My artistic skills are quite impressive. I'm using 　　your skeletal structure to predict what you'll look like in the future, and it's at least 90% accurate. But it would be best if you 　　took off all your clothes; that way, I'd be more confident drawing you." Mitsuaki said with utmost seriousness. 　　His tone was joking, but his true feelings were anything but. It wasn't lust or sexuality; Mitsuaki 　　was very curious about Ayako's slender figure, especially since she always wore heavy clothing. 　　What kind of body lay beneath those clothes? He really wanted to know. 　　"Ugh, you pervert, don't talk nonsense!" Ayako said, blushing deeply. 　　"Ha, just kidding!" 　　Mitsuaki laughed it off, trying to hide the fact that he wasn't joking. But of all the expressions he saw, he liked 　　Ayako's shy and timid side the most. 　　********** 　　After that day, Ayako joined the art club. 　　Mitsuaki's skills were indeed impressive; his forte was figure drawing. With a model, he could 　　effortlessly depict the figure, making them appear fuller or thinner, creating lifelike figures, and then adding the background according to his imagination. 　　Ayako, however, had different interests. She usually drew objects, plants, or landscapes, but always using abstract 　　techniques. 　　"Hey! You really have no learning ability whatsoever. You call this drawing?" 　　Mitsuaki looked at Ayako's work today—a teapot. The shape was barely recognizable, and he knew it was abstract 　　. Although Mitsuaki was an art student, he had always looked down on abstract art; he considered it child's play.

A child scribbles haphazardly, then a bunch of fake art critics spout nonsense, fooling the public and wealthy art buyers
!
"Senior, you're so annoying! We're completely different. You like realistic styles and you're
talented, but I only draw because I like it, to express my feelings. Like today, I
felt happy being with you, so I used yellow here. After lunch break, there's PE class, so I'm a little disappointed,
therefore I used..."
Because Mitsuaki was a year older than Ayako, Ayako called him "senior," which was an insult to a student who had repeated a year,
but Mitsuaki never felt ashamed. Frankly, his academic performance was excellent; repeating a year was his own
choice.
"Alright, enough with your reasoning. I really don't understand how
someone can consider something you scribble based on your mood as art."
Before Mitsuaki finished speaking, Ayako was already sulking.
However, even with a hint of anger, Ayako looked much better than before. This was mainly because after hearing Mitsuaki's words
, Ayako, who originally had a small appetite, embarked on a vigorous weight-gain plan. Although she ate small meals at each meal,
she ate six or seven meals a day. Combined with her no longer studying late at night, she noticeably gained weight, but primarily because
she had more energy, making her look much better.
To be honest, Ayako studied so hard simply to gain praise from her teachers and family, but what truly bothered
her was her appearance. Now, working hard to become more beautiful gave her much more energy and motivation
.
However, this easygoing, friendly, and joking attitude only appeared in front of Mitsuaki. That was Ayako
's true personality when she wasn't under pressure; she wouldn't be like this even at home. Her parents considered
Ayako, who was good at studying, a good child they didn't need to worry about. Since they didn't need to worry, they focused their energy on her two beautiful and active older
sisters. This made Ayako jealous, and she deliberately kept her distance from her parents, which could be considered a
form of rebellion against them, but her parents didn't even notice.
"Do you hate PE class because you're bad at sports?" Mitsuaki asked.
"...Yes..." Ayako answered softly.
But it wasn't just that. Ayako's PE grades were below average, but not to the point of hating it. What Ayako really
hated was the changing room activities before and after PE class. It was an arena that men didn't understand, where everyone compared their
figures and underwear.
For Ayako, who had no figure and had a low opinion of herself, she didn't want anyone to see her
body, and she was also very concerned and jealous of other girls' good figures and beautiful underwear.
"Ring...ring...ring..." Lunch break was over, and the dreaded PE class was about to begin. After leaving the art room,
Ayako
went back to the classroom to get her gym clothes and then hurried to the changing room, which
was already bustling with noise. After Ayako went inside, she chose a corner at the very back to change.
The girls, for the sake of looking good, all wore summer uniforms unless it was snowing. Only Ayako was
different; she always wore her winter uniform, except on the hottest days of summer.
"Wow! Black underwear, could it be that there's a man tonight?"
"Yeah, there is! Are you jealous?"
"Hey! Mine's even better. Look!"
"Wow! All lace and semi-transparent."
"Hey! What are you doing now?"
"Nothing much, just came here to make you all jealous."
"It seems like your breasts have gotten bigger lately."
"These people are so annoying!" Ayako got angry listening to their comments. She should just change and leave! This
isn't a beauty pageant.
Jealous of others' good figures and daring to wear revealing underwear, Ayako always changed clothes very skillfully. Changing
her sweatpants was a given, but even when changing her top, she only let people see her underwear for a second or two.
Ayako chose pure white underwear with small patterns and decorations. Compared to the overly cute patterned underwear
and the adult-themed black and purple patterned underwear, it was very plain. She deliberately chose
simple styles because she was afraid of being seen.
"Here we go again."
"I bet she can change her clothes without showing an inch of skin."
"Hey! It's not like letting people see will hurt her."
To girls who were open to being seen, Ayako's desperate attempt to protect herself was truly annoying
. Although many people would change quickly out of shyness, Ayako's extreme protection only
earned her everyone's dislike.
"What business is it of yours how I change my clothes?" Ayako was dissatisfied, but her timidity prevented her from taking
any action.
"Hey! Ayako." Suddenly, a hand patted her back.
"Ah! Class President." Ayako turned around in surprise and saw her class president, Yuri.
"I'm not here to peep, but what's inside that you can't let anyone see? I'm really curious.
Is it because there's nothing inside that you're afraid to let anyone see?"
The class monitor's sarcasm drew laughter from everyone.
"I...I..." Ayako could only stammer, embarrassed and angry.
"I'm on my period today, so you, the disciplinary committee member, will be leading the gymnastics in PE class."
"You, aren't you still here?" Ayako's mind went blank for a moment.
"Hey! You didn't even know you were on your period! Or maybe you haven't started yet?" the class monitor said sarcastically. Ayako
now realized she meant menstruation.
She wanted to argue, but Ayako wasn't quite a woman yet, and what made her most ashamed was that she
hadn't started menstruating. A seventeen-year-old Japanese girl who hadn't started menstruating—Ayako was so worried she wanted to see a gynecologist
, but she was too shy to do so.
This secret was discovered by the class monitor, making her feel intensely inferior before she could even lie or deny it
.
"My God! You really are a monster. None of the students in Class 17 have had their period yet. Could it be that you're a boy dressed as a girl?
Ugh, how annoying! Does that mean we're being spied on openly every day?"
The class monitor's words drew laughter from the whole class.
"I...I...I..." Ayako, utterly embarrassed and ashamed, looked extremely pale.
"I think we'll have to strip you naked one of these days to verify your identity. Aside from your long hair, what makes you look like a girl
?" The class monitor's words became increasingly outrageous.
"Could she be a barren woman?"
"I think she's a boy in drag."
"Is she a monster, or an endangered species? A grown woman who doesn't even have her period!"
The other girls echoed the class monitor's sentiments.
"That's too much! That's too much!" Ayako threw down her things and stormed out of the changing
room, skipping class.
But the next day, thanks to the class monitor and the girls' efforts to spread the word, the whole school knew that Ayako hadn't had her period . This most sensitive, insecure, and private 　　matter concerning Ayako
was now known to everyone in the school.
********** ...
It wasn't until the art club's activities ended
and Mitsuaki was packing up that Ayako suddenly appeared.
"Why are you so late? You're not enthusiastic at all."
Mitsuaki naturally knew why Ayako hadn't shown up, so he feigned a slight anger, pretending he
knew nothing.
"The whole school knows, how could you not know, senior?" Ayako said, her face contorted.
"Know what?" Mitsuaki continued, forcing a smile.
"It's about me not being a woman… I'm practically a monster… I'm seventeen and haven't had my period…
and now the whole school knows… Waaah… Yaaaah…"
Halfway through her sentence, tears welled in Ayako's eyes, and by the end, she
was crying uncontrollably.
Looking at Ayako before him, her trembling shoulders, her heartbroken expression, and her helpless state, Mitsuaki felt
a surge of pity.
"They're just talking nonsense! How would they know if you had your period? Did they catch you
naked and leave you for a month to see if you got your period? They've been making baseless accusations from the start
, you don't need to care at all."
Mitsuaki hugged Ayako, who was still very thin, but
felt soft in his arms, not as bony as he had imagined, and she had a very pleasant feminine fragrance.
"Waaah... The question... the problem is... what they said is all true!..." Ayako
cried even more agitatedly.
"It really is true? That's quite rare." Mitsuaki couldn't help but think so himself, but of course he
couldn't say that in front of Ayako.
"What does it matter? I've told you not to care too much about what other people think."
"But... but..." Ayako was still sobbing.
"Even if no one else can see your beauty, I can. It's not just your kind heart; I also
trust my own judgment. Ayako will definitely grow up to be a great beauty. So why don't we make a deal now and
I'll be your boyfriend?" Mitsuaki spoke his thoughts as a joke, mixing comforting words with genuine concern.
"You're just pitying me," Ayako said sadly.
"Actually, they're just jealous of you. Think about it, Ayako, no menstruation means no ovulation, so naturally you can't
get pregnant. Those bad girls, they have sex like crazy, trying every possible way to avoid pregnancy—the temperature method, condoms,
even withdrawal! But you're different, Ayako. If you have sex with me, we can do it day and night, seven times a day
, and I won't have to worry about getting pregnant. So, Ayako, you're the most perfect woman; you can have sex like crazy without worrying about
having children. They're just simply jealous." Mitsuaki delivered his lewd joke with utmost seriousness
.
"You...you...you..." Ayako, wanting to both get angry and scold, blushed crimson. "You're so mean! You
big pervert. Ha...hahaha..." Ayako finally couldn't maintain her sorrowful mood and burst into laughter,
tears streaming down her face.
"Isn't it better to laugh? Haven't you gained a little weight? You see how much prettier you look in the mirror
. I wasn't entirely joking just now."
Mitsuaki said, kissing Ayako on the forehead. Surprised, Ayako stopped laughing and crying.

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