The clamor outside continued, while inside the compartment, there was barely enough space. Even with Kasahara Fumi watching, Natsuki Kuri did her own thing without any reservations; the flickering candlelight shrouded the room in a soft haze, and the sound of silk rubbing against itself as she untied her belt, was akin to the cry of a living creature.
After unbuttoning her clothes, Natsuki Kuri sat on Fujiwara Reya's lap.
"Here's a little treat for you." With that, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
The thin yukata encircled their bodies, like a greenhouse filled with warmth. Fujiwara Reya felt himself sweating all over, the aroma of the sweat permeating the air around them with a fragrant scent. After a long kiss, Natsuki Kuri, brimming with satisfaction and sweetness, snuggled in his embrace.
The atmosphere was tranquil and comfortable.
Kasahara Fumi watched them for a while and then turned her gaze outside.
