Hanamaru Hanabi's breath, like perfumed air, dreamily lingered before him.
She gazed intently at him, catching sight of his lips. Then, holding onto his shoulders, she slowly stood on tiptoe and pressed her cherry-colored mouth against his lips.
Uesugi Sakura was almost passively welcomed, watching her gently nibble at him.
The wind swayed the branches of the withered trees, tiny snowflakes falling behind them.
Her movements were light and soft, as if she was deliberately taking care of his feelings, slowly devouring his lips, until his heart, mouth, and nose were filled with the scent of the fragrant girl.
Even the slight breeze from the snowy mountain forest brushed his face, yet Uesugi Sakura did not feel cold at all.
Hanamaru Hanabi tiptoed and slowly lowered her heels. She lowered her head before Uesugi Sakura's chest, her cherry-colored lips gleaming with a smooth luster:
