After sliding her skirt off, letting it fall from one slender leg to the other, Kouhei's breath hitched as his eyes roamed over her body. The sight before him was nothing short of perfection—her figure was flawless, sculpted like an angel's. Her muscles, toned but not overpowering, traced subtle lines across her soft, pale skin. Her stomach was flat and taut, exuding fitness and grace. His gaze traveled upward to her breasts—full, firm, and so perfectly shaped that they seemed to defy gravity, sitting high and proud.