Water flowed clearly from the showerhead, carrying a slight warmth.
Pale, tender hands held onto the neck.
Ayatsuki Ayaka tilted her head back, sticking out her tongue, "Oh, this is torture, I'm going to die, Sister Chitose's the culprit."
With her left index finger, she wrote a death message on Morimoto Chiyoda's belly, then leaned sideways as if to fall onto the heavy weight of her conscience.
The top of her head covered in shampoo was foaming.
Morimoto Chiyoda slightly moved backward to avoid a bump on the nose, blocking her shoulder with one hand and pinching her cheek with the other affectionately, "Ayaka, you're just so cute!"
Receiving her praise, Ayatsuki Ayaka didn't feel happy and instead pouted, "But you said you didn't like me before."
Her large eyes showed a look of grievance.
She didn't change the topic, wanting to continue the previous subject, wanting to know her true feelings.
