Where Stories Shine in Every Word

    ‘…How did it end up like this…?’

    A little past eight in the evening.

    In the school’s audiovisual room, Kyousuke stood there at a complete loss. Driven all the way into a corner, he stared at her as she slowly closed in.

    “What’s wrong? Why are you running away?”

    Bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, Ayano’s skin, peeking out from the dangerously high slit of her china dress, glowed bewitchingly. Wrapped in a crimson heat, she curled her lips into a grin and slowly licked her dry lips with the tip of her tongue.

    “O-Of course I would! Do you even understand what you’re saying!?”

    “You said you were curious whether Kyousuke is wearing any, so I figured I’d kindly let you check. That’s my way of being considerate, you know? If you say it like that, I’ll feel hurt, y’know~”

    She said in a mischievous tone, tracing the exposed thigh revealed by the slit with the pad of her middle finger.

    From bottom to top.

    Her fingertip slid along the smooth curve of her waist, but in the process, there was no sign of anything like the string of underwear.

    “…C-Check? H-How are you planning to do that?”

    “Well, you’d have to lift it up, right?”

    “Like hell I can do that!!”

    “I’m kidding. Even I’d be embarrassed to go that far.”

    『Ushishi』she flashed her white teeth and, catching him off guard, suddenly grabbed Kyousuke’s hand.

    Before he even had time to react, his hand was whisked away and then—pito—placed against Ayano’s thigh.

    Like the gentle coolness of a windowpane in the early morning. Moist and soft, and when pressed lightly, it pushed back with the same force.

    “…Well?”

    Smiling like a fox disguised as a human, she asked Kyousuke for his impression.

    All while wafting a cloyingly sweet, almost suffocating scent.

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