The azure sky was dotted with white clouds, a scene straight out of an anime filter that could keep one in good spirits on the way to work.
At that moment, inside the car by the street.
Haruka Yuzan's Adam's apple bobbed as he felt the young lady sprawled on top of him, unable to muster the slightest hint of interest, lifeless in his grasp.
"Haruka, why don't you have any reaction?"
Otome Mizuko breathed softly into his ear, the ticklish sensation at his earlobes enough to spark endless desire in any man.
But he... no, it should be his little brother that wasn't reacting at all...
"Maybe I'm just tired?"
Haruka Yuzan pushed away the perfect figure pressing down on him and straightened out his shirt.
Of course, he was tired. Having just come from Chiba Seiryo's soft lips to Otome Mizuko's hands, barely ten minutes had passed in between.
Even an iron soldier wouldn't have his cooldown reset so quickly.
