The gentle breeze from outside the window wafted in,
the air, already heavy and sticky, seemed to drench one's body in sweat.
There knelt Reiko Onodera, with a rag in hand, earnestly wiping the floor tiles, the abundant masculine presence of the boy nearby making madam feel a burning sensation all over her body.
With the afternoon's commotion subsided, the first floor of the villa had become tranquil. Haruka Yuzan thought he could even hear madam's rhythmic breathing.
No, he could feel it.
At that moment,
the boy lifted his legs to allow madam to come in and clean, and while Reiko Onodera didn't say much, the floor tiles beneath the boy's feet seemed exceptionally dirty,
and gentle, kind Sister Reiko, after scrubbing for a long time, still hadn't progressed a step forward; with her fair cheeks flushed with an enticing rosy tint, her path was hindered, her body... hot and sticky.
Dreadful weather, hateful temperature…
