"We can hide no longer, our passion is about to unfold. No more thinking of right and wrong, just one question remains, how long must we wait to become one? When will our blood start to surge, when will the dormant buds bloom and burst forth, when will such passion... "
The Phantom of the Opera stepped back half a step, but Christine, on the contrary, was pressing forward step by step.
The roles had reversed.
Such overtly flirtatious lines were less about seduction and more akin to the mating call of animals.
Kiryu Hina uttered the words, her face flushing, because in her heart she wasn't imagining the Phantom of the Opera, but the figure of Kagura Hikaru.
Their bodies entwined in bed, skin against skin, they shared body heat and love.
What a beautiful thing that would be.
But at this moment, Ayakoji Chiyoko's face and that unexpected kiss from not long ago intruded into her thoughts without warning, quite spoiling the atmosphere.
