"Haruto," the woman said warmly, her eyes crinkling with a familiar ease. "It's been a while. Do you remember me?"
Haruto took in her appearance—a woman with C-cup curves and wide hips, mature but carrying a refined air.
She looked around the same age as Asuka or Chiyo, yet her face stirred no memories.
He was certain he hadn't met her before, and the only older women he'd been involved with were Asuka, Chiyo, and the twins.
"I'm sorry," he replied politely, "but who are you?"
She chuckled a soft sound that hinted at amusement.
"Ah, you really don't remember, do you? It's been six years since we last met."
Her smile was warm, yet her gaze carried a sense of recognition that made him uncomfortable.
Haruto squinted, suspicion flickering in his eyes. "And how exactly do you know me? Six years is a long time. You might have me mixed up with someone else."
