My body has mutated in the manga

At the door of the changing room, Masamune Izumi handed over the samurai uniform in his hand.

The shape of this piece of clothing unexpectedly echoed Izumi Masamune's expectations. It was much better than the old samurai clothing in District 11 that I had previously thought.

The clothes were originally just prepared to cope with the samurai-themed cafe that Natsukawa Masamune thought of, but Izumi Masamune also became interested at this moment.

It's just that Izumi Masamune's body type is limited, but he can't find a suitable one.

"Yeah, it's really a pity."

The female shop owner runs a clothing store and is also a famous designer and enjoys a lot of fame internationally.

It is also because of this that we are able to have enough customers who have met many customers. There are too few natural clothes hangers like Izumi Masamune.

It seems that I saw a suitable dress-up toy.

There was a bright light shining in his eyes.

I always feel that if we can't design suitable clothes for such a person, it will be a lot wrong.

"Let's keep it this way, guest. I'll take your specific measurements here, and I'll definitely prepare a perfect set of samurai uniforms for you."

Seeing Masamune Izumi trying to leave, the female shopkeeper suddenly grabbed Masamune Izumi.

"Please~"

He clasped his hands together with a woman's drawn-out voice.

He looked at Izumi Masamune eagerly and pleadingly.

"Well, how long will it take and how much will it cost?"

When you see a woman looking at you pleadingly, it's hard to say no no matter what.

Tsk.

Izumi Masamune found that he liked pure girls, so this kind of woman who seemed to have reached the extreme of her body had an indescribable sense of possession.

"About 60,000 yen. Well, the main cost is the cost of having the clothes specially made. If you need anything else, it's no problem."

Looking at Masamune Izumi carefully, the female shopkeeper suggested.

"That's it."

Just when the female shopkeeper thought that Izumi Masamune was going to refuse, Izumi Masamune changed the subject.

"Where's the ruler? How can I measure if I don't come?"

"OK."

He answered happily, then took out a leather ruler from the counter on the other side, and then followed Masamune Izumi to the changing room on this side.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

The woman who came in and was about to measure Izumi Masamune's measurements for easy planning saw that Izumi Masamune started to change his shirt at this moment, and couldn't help but said in a panic.

"Isn't it a measurement? Wouldn't it be bad if there are clothes blocking it?"

He said with a smile, and the slightly narrow dressing room, without any air conditioner or fan, seemed a bit hot.

"so be it."

Looking at Izumi Masamune's teasing eyes, the woman thought for a moment, but let go. She thought to herself that this was just a clothes rack, and then looked at the man standing upright in front of her.

Different from ordinary oriental men, the outline of the face is as sharp as a knife. The resolute and handsome face is a delicate, strong and powerful body hidden by the short sleeves.

His face was a little dissatisfied and red.

Just a clothes rack.

Once again hinting to herself, the woman grabbed a ruler and measured Izumi Masamune's waist.

What hits your face here is the special taste of Izumi Masamune.

She is very good at dressing up, not the kind of bright red decoration, and the scent of perfume on her body is also very different. Compared with her own girls, she looks even more different. Even the same ladies, there is a certain gap between them.

Although Izumi Masamune is well-informed, he has never specifically understood the perfume brands among them.

But he could know that he must be exuding a smell at this moment, which was the smell of hormones.

"Okay, okay! I've finished measuring my waist circumference."

He wrapped his hands around Izumi Masamune, trying to fix the ruler, but found something touching his face.

His face was red, his eyes were full of panic, and his expression was trying to remain calm.

It perfectly blends the matureness of a woman and the tenderness of a girl.

Izumi Masamune fully appreciated the differences shown by women.

It was as if what happened just now was not his fault at all.

He glanced at Masamune Izumi.

I silently thought in my heart that this was just a child, just a male high school student, not much older than my daughter, and finally calmed down my mood.

"Put your hands up!"

Shouting angrily, Izumi Masamune smiled, did not stop him, and allowed him to continue measuring.

Next is Yuexunwei.

Because of the height difference between them, the woman couldn't help but stand on her tiptoes.

As the body collides, you can feel the fleeting feeling in front of you.

Lowering your head, you can see the beauty in the collar.

As he watched, Izumi Masamune suddenly felt an impulse in his heart. He grabbed the woman's shoulders with both hands and pulled her forward.

The difference is that it seems to be warm, with a little smoothness, which makes people feel heartfeltly warm.

The woman seemed to be stunned, letting Izumi Masamune taste the chun glaze, and then continued.

The next moment, her agitated heart had just cooled down. Only then did the woman realize what she had done. She looked in disbelief, blushed and tried hard to push Izumi Masamune away.

As a result, the distance between the two became closer and closer.

"Izumi-kun, you are very good at handling these things."