The dim night enveloped Tokyo, and Ayase's residential area was far from the neon signs, with warm lights glowing along the hallway inside the house.
Morimoto Chiyoda opened the bathroom door, her feet as white as tofu stepping onto the cold floor.
Moving up from her not-too-thin-not-too-fat calves, a snow-white bath towel wrapped around her shapely body.
Her delicate, almost poreless cheeks displayed a satisfied expression after bathing.
Practicing yoga and martial arts, and then soaking in a hot bath was truly a very comfortable experience.
Soon, she would take care of her entire body's skin and apply a face mask.
What might seem like cumbersome tasks in the eyes of men, were things that were worth enjoying in hers.
Allowing her not to think about work, nor to worry about anything, just to indulge her whole body and mind in her own smooth and delicate skin.
This was her testament to conquering the years.
