As if she couldn't accept reality after a big accident, Jun looked at Tornado with a face of disbelief
"What's wrong Jun? Did an invisible bat hit you in the head?"
Jun shook her head. If that happened, I felt sorry for the bat, she said herself.
"Tornado, what is your type?"
"That's a strange question but if I have to say, let's see. Hmm, there are many types that I liked. My favorite would be a thick, and dense composition. As it goes up, it would get bigger and its lower part had to be smooth and white."
As Tornado saying this, Jun imagined a woman with a busty chest, thick thigh, skin as white as jade and smooth as feathers. That was a very high level.
The only woman Jun knew who was almost nearing his type was Clover. Although her chest was medium and her thigh, not that thick, her skin was white as jade and quite smooth.
