10 PM.
Kasahara Asuka bit her pen, pressing her cheek against the desk, pretending to be dead.
Opposite her, Hoshimi Rinko had just finished silently reciting a section of "I Ching," her white and slender neck slightly bowed, her lips well-shaped.
"Let's call it a day." Fujiwara Reya closed the ancient book in his hands, thick enough to deter anyone from wanting to read it.
It was already August, and after intense training, the physical abilities of the four women had significantly improved. Kasahara Asuka, who was often forced to attend makeup lessons, had especially made a leap in progress.
The junior had a natural talent, plus she was smart with a solid foundation, but her attention span was too short.
Now, with Fujiwara Reya's supervision, the only weak point had been forcibly addressed, and she easily stepped into the advanced realm.
"So tired—"
Kasahara Asuka rubbed her sore shoulders, casting a resentful look at her senior.
