Chapter 557: Ishikawa II


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    Since Hiro hadn''t disclosed the purpose of their meeting, Ishikawa wasn''t aware of his intention. So, she couldn''t help but wonder if he had requested to meet her because he wanted to see her.


    "We''re going to the shopping mall," Hiro responded.


    "Shopping mall? Are you going to shop for something?" she asked feeling a bit puzzled.


    "Yeah, a dress."


    "A dress?"


    Ishikawa felt even more puzzled as she heard him, ''Does he need my help with picking him a dress?'' she couldn''t help but wonder.


    "Yeah, I want you to help me select a dress for ady."


    ''Ady?! Did I hear it right?'' she felt a mix of emotions such as shock, rage, and envy. ''There''s a woman in his life?''n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Her face became pale as she thought about it. At the same time, she felt a burning rage welling up inside her body that made her stomach churn.


    Yet she maintained aposed demeanor as she asked, "Ady?"


    "Yeah, I''m somewhat confused. I wanted to gift her a one-piece. But I think it wouldn''t be appropriate to gift one piece to an olderdy. So, can you help me find the appropriate dress?" Hiro answered without putting much emphasis on his words.


    ''Hiro''s into an old woman?''


    The revtion hit her like a freight train leaving her utterly shocked and speechless. She had heard her friends say that some boys have weird fetishes.


    But she hadn''t expected Hiro to be one of them.


    After all, he was only sixteen. Yet, he didn''t seem interested in girls his age but was interested in older women instead. If you think about it, it''s weird and could be counted as a fetish.


    She wanted to deny it.


    However, as she ransacked her mind, she couldn''t help but feel devastated. She''d rather prefer him to be homosexual than see him with other women.


    As she came to the realization, her face paled even further.


    For a brief moment, she even felt as if she had lost all her power. With a gloomy face, she walked like a zombie that was merely alive.


    ''The first guy I ever liked in my life has fetishes for older women. Now, what should I do? Just why does it have to be him? I can''t even bring myself to hate him.''


    As usual, Hiro talked endlessly.


    But Sumire who had turned into a mere walking dead couldn''t even hear him. She felt heartbroken, furious, and envious all at the same time.


    For the better part of their journey, she only responded with a nod or a smile. If you looked closely at her eyes, you could see that her eyes had turned dull.


    As they walked inside a shop, they were greeted by a sweet-looking girl, "Wee to our shop. Are you looking for any specific dress?"


    She had big dark eyes and a sweet smile adorned her visage.


    Hiro took a nce at her and said, "No, it''s alright. Can we explore first?"


    "Sure, sir. Let me know if you need any help."


    Hiro and Sumire then began to explore the women''s section. They wandered around the section for a while until something piqued Hiro''s interest.


    It was a bright cream-colored dress with different floral imprints. It was light and eye- catching. Even from afar, Hiro could notice it.


    Upon taking notice of the dress, Hiro hastened his pace. Then he grabbed the dress and asked, "How does it look?"


    "It''s alright," Sumire answered halfheartedly.


    It was almost as if she wasn''t even interested in it.


    ''Is it bad?'' Hiro couldn''t help but wonder after hearing her response.


    Although he found the dress appealing, he couldn''t bring himself to ept the dress after witnessing her lukewarm response.


    He wasn''t an expert in dress selection. Also, it was his first time selecting a dress for a woman.


    So, he put the dress where it belonged and then proceeded to explore. Hiro kept searching and found several items but they didn''t seem to appeal to Ishikawa.


    After a while, even he started getting tired. Just why is she acting in such a way? Even he could tell that it wasn''t his choice that was bad but it was her who didn''t like it.


    She appeared way too much uninterested.


    He had brought her to help him. But she wasn''t providing any help to him. Rather it wouldn''t be an overstatement to say that she was a burden instead.


    Just why is she hindering me?


    Hiro couldn''t help but feel bitter about her attitude. Unable to take it any further, he decided to confront her, "Sumire- Is something wrong?"


    "No, why do you ask?" she responded.


    "Then are my choices that bad?"


    "When did I say that your choices are bad?" she said.


    "No, you didn''t. But from your reaction, it appears as if you aren''t satisfied," Hiro responded sounding a bit annoyed at this point but he kept hisposure, nheless.


    If somebody looked from afar they''d think that these two were arguing with each other. Although Hiro didn''t show it to his face, she could tell that he was annoyed. It should be her that should feel annoyed. So, why does it look like he''s the victim?


    He brought her along to shop for another woman. So, how would she feel? Yet, he dared to point the me on her, acting as if he were the victim.


    Maybe she had expected too much from him.


    Even though she didn''t want to get angry at him. But for some unexinable reason, she couldn''t bring herself to suppress her anger.


    It might be due to her feelings toward him. But from deep within, she felt that she was being taken lightly. Why does he have to choose someone else instead of her?


    Was it her who approached him?


    Was it her who talked pleasant words to him?


    But now that she started to develop feelings for him, he abandoned her. Yet he dared to say


    that she looked unsatisfied.


    "THEN WHY DID YOU EVEN CALL ME?" She snapped.


    Although she appeared enraged, she also appeared to be on the verge of tears. Her obsidian eyes were red with grief.