[JD] Today's Dior also feels that there is something wrong with the world

When Mrs. Smith came to Joestar's house that night, she asked the maid about what time Dior would get up in the morning.

The next morning, when Dior just woke up from sleep and was still sitting on the bed in a daze, Mrs. Smith walked into Dior's room with a small box and said that she would help her dress and so on.

The lady who came from the palace put the box at the foot of the bed, and then she folded her hands, and stood there looking at Dio calmly, with a serious and determined expression that clearly did not give her a chance to say no.

A polite refusal reached his throat, and Dio swallowed it abruptly.

She glanced warily at the box, and after forcing a smile at Mrs. Smith, she began to put on her socks slowly.

Facts have proved that even if she Dior loses everything and goes back to the original point and starts again, her proud insight will not disappear.

Miss Dior, who had been sitting dignifiedly on the chair for two hours, straightened her back and turned to the next page with stiff movements and expressions.She recalled her mental activities in the morning, and she didn't know whether to be proud of her vigilance or sigh for what happened to her.

Jonathan on the opposite side quietly raised her head and glanced at her - Dior had been reading the previous page for almost half an hour, and this abnormal speed was a bit disappointing to her IQ.

Of course Dio felt Jonathan's gaze, but she was in no mood to answer him.

The reason why it takes too much time to read a page is not because the content in the book is too obscure, but because Dior can't concentrate on reading because of the interference of other things.

For example, Mrs. Smith standing beside her has been watching her eyes, for example... Miss Dior's waist.

This thing was so tight, it was like a shackle, and she couldn't breathe.

When Mrs. Smith took out her waist in the morning, she said, "Most girls start to wear their waists at this age. Miss Dior is not too late to start now, and your waist itself is better than other girls of the same age. The lady needs to be more slender, I think this will be a good start."

When Dior put on the girdle and hugged the bedpost to relax, she said lightly, "This is Miss Dior's first day girdle, let's start with the lightest strength."

...the lightest force?

God knows how she fought back the nausea and forced herself to swallow the food while eating breakfast.

Dio is sure that if she takes too much of this ghost thing, she will be disabled!Were all the aristocratic women in the past so terrible?Can you carry on a normal life with this thing?

She admitted that when Dior was still a bird, whenever she saw a beautiful girl, her first reaction was to look at her figure.She still remembers seeing a picture of a prostitute named Catherine Walters at that time. That lady looked really good-looking on a horse in a tight-fitting riding outfit, especially her gleaming waist. The waist is really good. At that time, Dior had such emotion.

Well, now that she's out of the bird, it's her turn to use the girdle.

Dior felt that the person who invented this kind of thing must have a brain problem!

Just after thinking about it, she felt a white light flash in front of her eyes.

dying……

Uncontrollable, Dio reached out and touched his waist, trying to relieve the discomfort by stroking, but Mrs. Smith held his hand before it touched his waist.

Her hand rested limply on Mrs. Smith's palm, and Dio, who couldn't even pant, could only speed up his breathing to resist the dizziness.

"It's all right." Mrs. Smith brought her hand back to the page and put it away. "It's normal. Girls who wear a corset for the first time will have this reaction. Miss Dior, don't think about it. If you feel it If it is very tight, it makes you feel uncomfortable, and you will become more and more uncomfortable. For this, we just need to treat it as an ordinary thing like eating and sleeping, and ignore its existence."

Dio twisted the corners of his mouth and squeezed out an um.

Jonathan on the opposite side looked up at Dio again. He looked at her pale face thoughtfully, then put down his book and ran out.

Soon Jonathan came back, and just after he sat down for a while, the butler came again.

"Mrs. Smith." The butler didn't waste time, "I think we need to discuss the items on the list you gave me?" He looked outside and took Mrs. Smith away.

As soon as Mrs. Smith walked out, Jonathan approached Dio and asked with concern, "Are you okay, Dio?"

"..." Dio waved his hand to shut him up.

"You seem to be out of breath." Jonathan picked up the newspaper on the table, rolled it casually and fanned Dio, "Are you really okay? I heard your cry this morning... "

The gust of wind made Dio feel better, and she managed to put on a stern look, "Forget about it, idiot!"

However, the weak voice did not add any substantial threat to this warning. On the contrary, it was like Dior bluffing in order to protect himself. Jonathan thought the contrast of Dior was very funny, so he grinned.Then within seconds, he started worrying about Dio again.

"Do you want to rest for a while, Dio? I ask the housekeeper to escort Mrs. Smith away. It will take about half an hour. You take off the corset during this time?"

"It's not that easy." Dio felt a little headache, but she couldn't even bend down to do the action of holding her forehead, so she simply gave up.

She glanced at Jonathan, who was squatting beside her, and cleared her throat, "I can't take this thing off by myself, and my hands can't touch the place where the rope is tied at the back. Mrs. Smith also said that wearing a corset I can't take it off if I put it on - don't stop, keep fanning JOJO - I can't even take it off when I sleep."

Jonathan fanned harder, and wowed, "I can't even sleep...but you are like this now, can you sleep well wearing it?"

"I hope it can." Dio was upset for a while, she pursed her lips, "You'd better go back to your seat and sit down, leave me alone JOJO, you can't help me anyway."

Jonathan showed a sad expression.

But Dio doesn't want to distract him anymore, what else can JOJO do besides caring a few words verbally and fanning her now?

Dio, who had no hope for Jonathan, began to concentrate on fighting against the power that suffocated her.

Dior has had an extremely painful day.

After finally making it through the dinner time, I can go back to my room to rest, and Mrs. Smith is here again.

At that time, Dior was taking off her skirt with the help of the maid, and Mrs. Smith told the maid not to leave, "Hold Miss Dior." She said, and then tightened the girdle on Dior's body.

"Okay." Mrs. Smith nodded with satisfaction when Dior was about to vomit his dinner, "I will adjust the strength of the corset every morning and night, I hope you can get used to it as soon as possible, then I wish you a sweet dream."

It's strange to have good dreams.

With his eyes open, Dio lay stiff on the bed and couldn't fall asleep at eleven o'clock.

Difficulty breathing, body pain... She felt that she might really die.

Just when she began to think about whether she could openly express her resistance to the lady class, and whether Duke Joestar would agree with her waywardness, there were two knocks on the door of the room suddenly.

Before Dio could speak, Jonathan's voice came in.

"Dio—" he called breathlessly from beyond the door, "are you asleep—Dio—?"

"..."

Dio groaned inwardly.

While struggling to sit up from the bed, Dio, who was still scolding Jonathan in his heart, thought, this idiot had better have something important to do, otherwise she will definitely invite him to watch the sunrise the next day, and then give him a stone ghost face!Well, also use Mrs. Smith's blood to activate the mask.

When he opened the door, he saw Jonathan's silly smiling face.

"Great, I thought you were asleep. No, it would be a good thing if you fell asleep. Hey, no, it would be useless for me to come if you fell asleep."

"...???"

Jonathan grinned at Dio again, and then he quickly turned his head to look at the corridors on both sides, "No one should notice that I'm looking for you! Let me in first!"

Dio suspiciously gave way to the door and let him in.

"What do you want from me? You don't sleep in the middle of the night, and you are also wearing a corset so uncomfortable that you can't sleep JOJO?"

Jonathan didn't pay much attention to Dior's attitude when he said that.After lighting the candle, he went around Dio's back, looked at her waist, and said to himself, "So it's this structure..."

Dio frowned and looked at him defensively, "What are you doing?"

Jonathan scratched his hair and pointed at Dio's back. "May I untie the rope for you? Didn't you say that you can't untie it?"

"...Is something wrong with your brain?" Dio looked at the dog, "How can I put it on tomorrow if I take it off now? This is the request of the royal teacher invited by your father. I want to wear it to sleep."

"Why don't you let Mrs. Smith know about it?" Jonathan looked at Dior for granted, and said solemnly, "I'll untie it for you, and then tie it up for you tomorrow morning?"

Dio snorted, "I just woke up when Mrs. Smith came here today, are you sure you can wake up earlier than me, and you can come and help me tie my waist?"

Jonathan suddenly showed a embarrassed look, "Then... let me give it a try?"

"..." The corner of Dio's mouth twitched, obviously not believing him.

Jonathan scratched his hair again, looking very tangled.

But he didn't struggle for long, he looked at Dio's bed, then walked over and lifted her sheets, "...or can I hide under the bed?"

"?"

"That's right, I also sleep in your room, and then you wake me up every morning to tie your corset, and I will hide under the bed when Mrs. Smith comes?" Jonathan shrugged like Dior usually did, "Anyway, every morning No one will come to my room to find me, and I will go back to the room to get dressed after Mrs. Smith leaves. And we don’t need to walk the dog and run now, and I won’t attract attention if I go downstairs later.” At the end of the year The two put their morning routine on hold because Dio wasn't sure the teacher would let her run outside in men's clothing.

Jonathan continued to advise Dior enthusiastically, "This way Mrs. Smith won't find out that you took off your corset to sleep, and I won't let Dad or other servants know about my secret help."

He looked at Dior expectantly, "Are you okay? Little secret?"

Dio was very moved.

The main reason is that this corset really makes her feel suffocated. She can guarantee that she will definitely stay up all night wearing this thing.

But Jonathan's current state...is a bit unreliable.Dio felt like an excited kid on a first-time trip, just new to going against the will of adults, and she didn't think he'd last.

"Dior—?"

"...Okay." Dio made a compromise.

She turned her back to Jonathan, "If you don't get up tomorrow morning, I will definitely kill you."

"No, if you call me, I will definitely be able to get up!" Jonathan said confidently, then reached out and grabbed the longest rope exposed by the knot, and pulled it out forcefully.

"!!!" Dior's eyes went dark.

She gasped, "You idiot!!!"

Dio's reaction also made Jonathan feel uncomfortable, "Sorry, sorry! I seem to have pulled the wrong thread!" He quickly apologized, and then leaned over to carefully examine the knot at the end.

Then he also gasped.

"JOJO! Hurry up!" Dio yelled his name through gritted teeth, "I can't breathe!"

Jonathan was sweating profusely, "Right away! Right away!" He frantically tugged at the messy rope, thinking in his heart that Dio must not let Dio know that he had accidentally turned a slipknot into a deadknot.

After struggling for a while, Jonathan finally untied the knot at the back of the corset, then pulled the rope and helped Dio take off the corset.

After the strength that restrained her body disappeared, Dio couldn't support her, her feet went limp, and she took two steps back. Jonathan hurriedly supported her, "Are you alright, Dio!!"

"...Shut up JOJO." Dio closed her eyes, panting, "Be quiet...then let me lean in for a while..."

Jonathan snorted, let Dio lean on his shoulder, and shut his mouth obediently.

But he couldn't calm down. After about two or three minutes, he whispered again, "Dior, you smell so good."

Dio snorted, "Little rascal."

"I'm not!" Jonathan blushed, "I'm a gentleman!"

"Hooligans."

"No way! Why do you always bully me! Dior, you are such a bad girl!"

Dio fell silent.

Just when Jonathan stiffened and wondered anxiously whether he had made Dio angry again, he heard Dio snort.

The girl leaning on his shoulder opened her eyes.Her beautiful eyes shone under the candlelight, and there was a reflection of JOJO inside.

"Anyway, thank you this time, JOJO."

Jonathan grinned, "You're welcome!"

When Dio regained his composure and began to tidy up the messy tunic, Jonathan opened the door again and looked at the corridor outside, then whispered to Dio, "Then I'll go back and get the pillow, don't lock the door yet, wait for me to lock it." .”

Dio smiled viciously, "You'd better bring your quilt, the floor is hard."

Jonathan burst into tears, "You, do you want me to sleep under the bed..."

This expression is really funny, Dio was amused, but she quickly lowered the corners of her mouth and put on a disgusted tone, "Go and get your pillow, be careful not to be seen by others, if you see it, say you Sleepwalking, understand?"

"...I don't know how to sleepwalk." Jonathan retorted a little angrily, and then he looked at Dio's expression, and after confirming that she would not let him sleep under the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, let me sleep all pink I can hardly sleep in a pink bed, and I might not be able to sleep under the pink bed."

Dio: ...You better sleep under the bed, you idiot.

In the end, they slept on the bed, and the two were squeezed into a quilt. Dio kicked Jonathan several times while turning over.

Probably because he finally got a real sense of relaxation after a tiring day, and Dior soon fell asleep.

And Jonathan, who said seriously that he might not be able to sleep on the pink bed, fell asleep earlier than Dio.

It was an uneventful night, but the next day it was not.Dio's small gratitude for Jonathan turned into an urge to kill him the next morning.

"Ah? You said you forgot how to tie the rope? What's wrong with you JOJO!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Jonathan rubbed his eyes. He tried hard to drive away the drowsiness, and seriously recalled the steps of untying the rope last night. "I will remember it right away! Please wait a little longer!"

Dio took a deep breath, resisting the urge to turn around and punch him.

"Okay." She glanced at the alarm clock that Jonathan brought over, "Fortunately, I woke you up an hour earlier, and now you have 40 minutes, otherwise we will be punished together today, understand?"

"I see!" Jonathan Joestar, sweating profusely.

40 minutes is really long.

They still have a long time to waste.

—— TBC