Zongman, Rebirth of the Heaven-Defying Kirito

Keep in mind that these two tried on at least seven or eight outfits, ranging from dresses to coats; buying them all would be a considerable expense.

"I said, please pack up all the styles we tried on today," Asuna emphasized again, without any hint of joking.

The saleswoman then realized she hadn't misheard and was about to operate the scanning system when Kirito stopped her: "All of them? That's too much! I think this one is fine, I don't need to buy anything else!"

Seven or eight pieces of women's clothing, even if bought, would only end up in the bottom of a drawer, and they were all styles that Asuna liked, so she didn't want to be forced to wear them in the future.

Asuna turned around to look her in the eye, her tone domineering and unquestionable: "I don't care what you think, I care what I think. And most importantly, those clothes suit you very well."

"But..." Kirito wanted to argue, but Asuna suddenly reached out and gently touched her lips with her finger.

Asuna's voice softened instantly, her eyes filled with doting affection: "It was my own willfulness to make Kirito work so hard today, and besides, I was the one who picked out those clothes."

Kiriko was stunned.

So Asuna has such a domineering side too. If only she didn't put that effort into buying women's clothing...

The saleswoman at the counter next to her almost dropped the barcode scanner she was holding when she saw this.

Two girls, one gently touching her lips to stop him, the other blushing shyly—this scene is even sweeter than any scene in an animation.

Although it felt a little unreal, she inexplicably felt like she was shipping them!

Asuna didn't notice the counter clerk's reaction; she simply took a bank card out of her bag and gently placed it on the counter.

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"But how can Asuna pay for this? I'm the one who should..." Kirito tried to insist, but Asuna gently pressed down on her shoulder.

Asuna's voice was like that of someone coaxing a child: "If Kirito ever wants to wear boys' clothes in the future, I can go shopping for men's clothes with you. Just listen to me today, okay?"

Seeing the expectation in her eyes, Kiriko suddenly couldn't bring herself to refuse, and could only nod helplessly: "...Okay."

The saleswoman quickly sped up, packing the clothes while secretly glancing at the two of them out of the corner of her eye, her mind already conjuring up a yuri story of 'the domineering girlfriend falling in love with me'.

After the clothes were packed, the five bulging shopping bags were so heavy that they made walking difficult, let alone shopping.

Asuna simply asked the shop to provide delivery service, thoughtfully providing the Kirito family's address and specifically emphasizing, "Delivered directly to Miss Suguha."

Tongzi frowned as she listened; she wasn't even given a chance to secretly hide a few pieces of clothing!

What made Kirito even more upset was that when Asuna was filling out the delivery list, she specifically pointed to the black coat that Asuna had originally worn and said to the shop assistant with a smile, "Please send this one back as well, thank you."

Kiriko's eyes widened instantly, staring at Asuna with a resentful look, as if to say, 'You did this on purpose, didn't you?'

Asuna looked innocent: "Anyway, we don't need it, so we can't just hold it in our hands and take up space, can we?"

Now, Kiriko had lost even the last bit of security.

As she stepped out of the clothing store, a gentle breeze blew by, and Kiriko instinctively reached out to pull at the hem of her skirt.

The fabric of this white dress was exceptionally thin, and it would easily lift up in the wind. Although it wouldn't expose her, it always made her feel uncomfortable.

When I wear a short, straight skirt at home, at least I'm in a familiar environment.

But now, standing on a bustling commercial street, she not only had to endure the cool breeze blowing between her legs at any moment, but also had to accept the stares from passersby. Every gaze felt like a needle pricking her, and the shame was almost overflowing.

"Don't worry, with Kirito's adaptability, she'll definitely get used to it quickly." Asuna noticed her little action and teased her with a smile, her eyes full of playful banter.

"I'd rather not be used to that kind of thing!" Kiriko retorted irritably, but her grip tightened even more.

Asuna smiled and stopped teasing her: "Alright, it's almost midnight now. Let's go eat first. I know a good Italian restaurant up ahead."

After a whole morning of fussing around, hearing the word "delicious" made Kiriko feel a little hungry.

At this moment, the delicious food became the only solace, and even his resentment towards women's clothing faded a bit. He obediently followed Asuna to the restaurant.

The two ate lasagna with meat sauce, clam chowder, and also ordered a tiramisu.

When she left the restaurant, Ms. Kiriko was noticeably more relaxed than before, with a faint smile of satisfaction on her face.

Asuna saw her.

Indeed, delicious food is the best way to heal Kiriko; choosing that restaurant was definitely the right decision.

Then Kiriko asked, "Where do we go next?"

This was the first time she had asked about the itinerary today, clearly indicating that the food had affected her mood.

"It's only noon now, why don't we find a coffee shop to rest for a bit?" Asuna suggested.

Kiriko agreed almost without hesitation: "Okay."

Now that they were full and satisfied, even their previous resistance to the date had vanished.

The two walked hand in hand out of a coffee shop on the street, instantly attracting the attention of the shop assistant.

Asuna ordered an iced latte, while Kirito chose strawberry milk.

They sat by the window, watching people come and go on the street outside, and suddenly felt that this afternoon was quite pleasant, even forgetting that they were wearing women's clothing.

It wasn't until 3 p.m., when the number of people in the coffee shop gradually increased, that the two got up to leave.

The cashier looked at their retreating figures and felt a little sorry for them.

Even if they just sit there, their looks alone are enough to attract a steady stream of customers.

Unfortunately, she was too embarrassed to ask them to stay, and could only watch their figures disappear through the door.

The shopping street was even more bustling in the afternoon than in the morning. Asuna walked in front, with Kirito following behind. Kirito still habitually held onto her skirt with both hands, but the embarrassment on her face was less pronounced.

The two strolled along slowly, one in front of the other, like an ordinary couple, until a familiar call broke the silence.

"Oh, Yuuki-kun?"

Asuna's body froze instantly, as if she had been frozen in place. She slowly turned around, her smile instantly becoming forced: "Y-Yugeo-kun?"

Her heart skipped a beat. How could she have run into Eugeo here?!

That shout of "Eugeo" almost sent Kirito, who was following behind, flying off the spot.

She instinctively hid behind Asuna, completely concealing her body in Asuna's shadow.

Clutching Asuna's shirt with both hands, he neither peeked out nor revealed his body, completely concealing himself.

Don't get caught!