The chandelier was still unlit, and the heavy curtains were drawn tight.
The burning candle cast a warm glow over the room. Kawashima Miki lay on the soft carpet, her hands clasped in front of her chest in a very docile manner, resembling a small kitten.
The glimpse of white, tender skin between her short skirt and thigh-high stockings was exposed before Fujiwara Reya, causing him to swallow involuntarily.
The sound of the rustling rain filled the air with an ambiguous atmosphere. Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip lightly, her cheeks flushed. When she saw Fujiwara Reya lift her legs, she quickly turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.
On the surface, she appeared calm, but her lightly trembling legs and shoulders betrayed her inner tension.
Her legs, wrapped in black stockings, gleamed faintly in the candlelight, appearing glossy and lustrous. The T-shaped thong at the hem of her short skirt, edged with red-black lace, was just barely visible.
