"Helping him exercise," Natsuki Kuri said with a straight face.
"Oh." Kasahara Fumi believed it.
Her expression showed no doubt, and Fujiwara Reya thought: Such a naive woman is bound to be tricked by me sooner or later.
"Want to hug Miss Fukaeri?" Natsuki Kuri asked playfully.
"Uh, I've said I do, but based on my desire for beauty..."
Fujiwara Reya stammered, and Natsuki Kuri smiled calmly, pointing her finger at her own nose: "Aren't you just into big sisters in black stockings like me?"
"...That's right."
Fujiwara Reya reluctantly admitted.
To be honest, there's nothing better in the world than a big sister in black stockings; if anything, it can only be a mature woman in white stockings.
"See, there's no way you're not interested in Miss Fukaeri." Natsuki Kuri examined his eyebrows, as if seeing a scene worthy of a knowing smile, "Besides, you and Miss Fukaeri are fundamentally kindred spirits, you know."
"In what way?" Kasahara Fumi asked first.
