What the…
Nell opens her mouth wide when she sees the scene in front of her.
The man in front of her is only wearing an apron.
A black apron.
His hair is tied into a ponytail.
With a black ribbon.
And she doesn't understand why he is sitting on the floor on his knees with his hands clasped together in front of him. The wide grin on his red lips is simply --
Eye-blindingly bright.
Nell steps out of the room and closes the door. She inhales and exhales, chanting some buddha sutra in her mind to expel lust. Lusting is wrong. Wanting to pound on him is wrong. Damn it! Why is she imagining him with cat ears and stockings? That's too wrong!!!
