Zongman, Rebirth of the Heaven-Defying Kirito

Asuna followed her heart's desire and suddenly pushed open the fitting room door.

Then, the entire scene inside was laid out before us.

Upon hearing the noise, Kiriko instinctively shrank back, covering her chest with her hands, like a frightened little rabbit.

Before me stood Kiriko, her long hair cascading down, her light blue sailor uniform collar slightly open, revealing a small patch of fair skin. Her dark blue pleated skirt just covered her thighs, and white stockings encased her slender calves, giving her an air of youthful innocence.

It's perfect, but is that all?

Asuna clicked her tongue unconsciously, a subtle disappointment creeping into her heart.

She had been expecting to see Kiriko flustered and accidentally expose her shoulders or legs, but to her surprise, Kiriko was already fully dressed.

"Wh...why did you suddenly barge in?!" Kiriko's voice was filled with panic.

Anyone would feel awkward and flustered if they were suddenly interrupted by someone of the opposite sex while trying on clothes.

"It's all because someone is too slow," Asuna said with a self-righteous expression.

Then she asked in confusion, "Wait, aren't you already dressed? Why won't you come out?"

"Because, because I really don't have the courage to go out..." Kiriko's voice grew softer and softer.

Wearing such women's clothing, I felt ashamed just looking in the mirror in the fitting room, let alone being stared at by people outside.

Now, with Kiriko's outfit and her shy expression, it's clear she's dressed like a little girl.

"Wow, what an adorable creature!" Asuna was instantly charmed, clasping her hands together in front of her chest, her eyes sparkling: "No wonder she's a school idol adored by everyone, I accept her!"

This is exactly what I want to see!

Kirito retorted, "What kind of nonsense are you endorsing?!"

Ignoring the other person's reaction, Asuna squeezed in directly.

The fitting room was already small, and as soon as Asuna entered, the space instantly became cramped.

Kiriko could clearly smell her scent and even feel each other's breath. Her cheeks flushed even more: "What are you doing in here? Get out!"

Asuna didn't answer, but instead gave the answer through her actions.

He slammed the fitting room door shut with a "snap," a sly glint in his eyes.

Kiriko's heart skipped a beat; she knew something was wrong.

Before she could react, Asuna reached out and hugged her, rubbing her cheek against her shoulder, and said in a deliberately coquettish tone, "Kiriko is so soft and cute right now~"

"Stop, stop... your clothes are getting wrinkled!" Kiriko felt as if her body had been violated.

At first, her shoulder and back were only rubbed, but later Asuna's hand slid down her forearm and even gently touched her thigh.

Miss Kiriko hurriedly covered her mouth, afraid that the sound she made would be heard by the people outside, and could only beg for mercy in a low voice.

"Just buy the clothes since they're wrinkled." Asuna went even further, bending down and lifting the pleated skirt to examine the contents closely.

He even commented in a serious tone: "Hmm, it seems that not only has her height shrunk, but her body has also become completely feminized. What a strange phenomenon."

"What are you looking at?!" Kiriko was both embarrassed and anxious. She quickly reached out and pulled down her skirt, pressing it down tightly. Her cheeks were so red that they almost bled.

Asuna straightened up, her face still bearing a righteous expression: "I was just curious about Kirito's health. It's normal to get her checked out."

"This is not normal! Even Asuna wouldn't be able to do it!" Kirito's voice was aggrieved, and her eyes were slightly red.

I've never done anything like this before, yet I've been the first to experience it...

Asuna, seeing that she was really about to get angry, finally realized that her actions just now had indeed crossed the line.

She quickly took a step back, unlocked the fitting room, and smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't control myself for a moment."

After saying that, Asuna left.

But he didn't forget to peek his head in from the outside and snatch the black coat that Kiriko had placed next to him.

Finally, he said, "This isn't necessary anymore, right? Remember to change into your next outfit soon."

"Hey! My coat!" Kiriko was on the verge of tears.

My sense of security has completely disappeared.

What made her even more devastated was that she was forced to try on one outfit after another for the next two hours.

There were fitted long dresses worn by fashion models, refreshing summer dresses, and even, at Asuna's insistence, she tried on a black two-piece bra.

Of course, after Kiriko's strong protest, she changed out of it after wearing it for less than a minute.

But even that one minute was enough for Asuna to feast her eyes.

Miss Kiriko is not only outstanding in appearance, but also has an amazing figure, she's practically perfect!

Asuna felt like she was about to have a nosebleed.

Later on, Kiriko became completely numb.

She even felt that since it was only for Asuna to see, it wasn't that hard to accept.

Especially when trying on that black motorcycle jacket with leather shorts.

Although the top was cropped and the bottom showed her legs, at least it wasn't a skirt, and the black style suited her aesthetic perfectly. She even secretly looked at herself in the mirror for a few more seconds.

"No! How could I be enjoying this? This must be an illusion!" Kiriko shook her head violently, trying to shake off this terrible thought.

By 11:30 a.m., it was almost lunchtime.

Asuna then reluctantly announced, "Let's call it a day."

"Finally, it's over!" Kiriko leaned against the door of the fitting room.

Because of her strong physique, she didn't experience physical fatigue, but mental exhaustion nearly broke her down.

She was wearing a white V-neck dress that showed off her collarbone, and a wide-brimmed hat on her head.

"Now that it's over, give me back my old coat," Kiriko said weakly. All she wanted to do was wrap herself up and get away from these shameful women's clothes.

"How could I possibly give it back to you?" Asuna said matter-of-factly, "We're here on a date today, and this suits you perfectly."

Tongzi hesitated to speak.

Sure enough, she knew Asuna wouldn't return the coat to her so easily.

"Let's go pay the bill," Asuna said, and took the lead towards the counter.

Kiriko could only follow behind her, like a little tail being led by its owner, afraid of being left behind.

After all, she dared not be alone while wearing this women's clothing.

Upon reaching the counter, the clerk looked up and saw Kirito, her eyes instantly lighting up: "Excuse me for being frank, but this white dress you're wearing really suits you perfectly!"

"Th-thank you..." Kiriko smiled awkwardly.

Asuna leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You got praised."

Kiriko, however, was far from happy.

Being praised so bluntly by a stranger only intensified my sense of shame; I wished I could disappear into the ground.

"Check, please." Asuna waved her hand dismissively.

The saleswoman quickly smiled and asked, "Is it this white dress you're wearing?"

Asuna shook her head: "No, I mean all the styles I tried on today. Please pack them all up for me."

She spoke casually, as if it were as simple as buying a bottle of water.

"Excuse me, do you mean...?" The counter staff member wondered if they had misheard.