The girl who entered the classroom had black hair with a forehead-exposing bang, the ends slightly curled.
She wasn't tall among the girls, gentle and lovely.
Her skin was as white as jade, her features attractive and pure, and her relaxed downward gaze exuded a maternal tenderness.
As a high school student, she had a distinctive aura about her.
A white flower, unblemished by any worldly impurities.
As if she encompassed all of the world's beauty.
That was the impression she gave.
It was summer, the weather very hot, so she naturally wore the summer school uniform; her top was tucked into her skirt, accentuating her soft yet substantial figure, yet slim in build, fitting the universal image of a high school girl.
The arms and lower legs exposed were so clean and pale they could be likened to vanilla-flavored ice cream.
Lick them, and perhaps you'd even taste sweetness.
