「Noon at the Ayase Apartment.」
The Morimoto residence.
Morimoto Chiyoda switched off the electric stove, her jet-black hair tied in a single ponytail, her fair forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
She took the vegetables from the pan, picked up the plate, turned around, and called out, "Aozawa, it's time for lunch."
Morimoto Chiyoda placed the plate on the kitchen counter. With her right hand, she unfastened her white apron and hung it aside. Then, she turned on the tap, washed her hands, and dried them with a paper towel.
The balcony's sliding door opened, and Aozawa strode through the living room. He wasn't wearing a shirt; he had just been outside swinging a bamboo sword and was sweating profusely.
They say men crave women's bodies.
In truth, women can crave men's bodies too.
It's just that most men don't have what it takes.
Aozawa happened to have it.
