"A palette, some paints, and a beret on top of my head..."
Yeah!
"What else am I missing?"
Misaki Saki's onion-like fingers lightly tapped her red lips, her large eyes blinking as she pondered.
"Forget it, I'll just remember with my little brain first, and worry about the rest later!"
She muttered to herself, then opened her large eyes wide, focusing intently on the two people on the bed.
The battle before her had reached a fever pitch.
Reiko Onodera was sitting on Haruka Yuzan's thighs, her white deep-necked robe now wrinkled, exposing her pale waist, caressed gently by a large hand.
"Haruka..."
Reiko Onodera's eyes were hazy, and although she knew it wasn't right, it was... such a hard thing to resist.
Beside her was Misaki, a sense of unparalleled embarrassment suddenly overwhelming her.
It was just too shameful...
Through the thick jelly, Haruka Yuzan could feel madam's heart "thumping" wildly.
"Sister Reiko, don't be nervous,"
