"Mm~ Senpai's body is so warm."
Kasahara Asuka murmured like a sleepwalker, her delicate fingers absentmindedly combing through her orange hair.
Her slender, fair fingers, each seemed to carry a different alluring charm, almost as if they were casting some kind of enchanting Shinto spell, full of allure.
Fujiwara Reya had a very strange feeling.
Does the junior... seem to want me to be her little dog?
Hmm.
It must be just an illusion.
After waiting for about half an hour, Kitahara Takashi came up with two bags.
Seeing the two people on the sofa, he immediately came up, looking excited.
"Little Priest Kasahara, and Master Fujiwara, good day!"
Asuka, who was pretending to be asleep just a second ago, jumped up suddenly, glaring at Kitahara Takashi with displeasure.
Why is he called Master, and I'm called Little Priest?
Where am I small!
