Before he could finish his words, Kasahara Asuka pushed Fujiwara Reya down onto the toilet seat.
Then she stood in front of him, gently lifting her skirt to let the senior admire his handiwork.
On her fair and rosy skin, the black marker pen marks were particularly eye-catching.
"Are my writings really that ugly..." Fujiwara Reya felt his face begin to heat up.
He wasn't someone who got embarrassed easily.
If it were Kawashima Miki, he would certainly have pounced already.
"Does it look good, senpai?" Kasahara Asuka looked at him, blushing.
"Well..." Fujiwara Reya cautiously asked, "Isn't your skirt a bit too short? What if you make a big move and someone sees it?"
"What do you think?"
Kasahara Asuka gave a playful smile.
Then, she stepped over his legs and straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The colors and sounds of the whole world seemed to disappear; all Fujiwara Reya could hear was her gentle breathing, and see her clear, tea-colored eyes.
