Asuna did not even know how she had made it back to her room.
If the doujinshi from before had shattered Asuna's views on love, then everything she had seen today had struck her soul with sheer "shock."
That was right. Shock.
From the day she was born until now, this was the first time Asuna had truly witnessed intimate contact between a man and a woman with her own eyes. Yet it was different from what she had imagined, and different from what she had seen in the doujinshi.
What Asuna had once dreamed of was a dreamy, shoujo-manga-like love. Simply put, a pure white bed, romantic flower petals, a gentle and considerate boyfriend baring himself honestly before her, the two of them embracing, kissing softly, whispering sweet nothings, and then... Asuna did not know what came next, but she knew that all she had to do was entrust herself to that man without worry.
But what she had seen with her own eyes was different.
Different from Asuna's previous dreams, and different from the exaggeration of the doujinshi, the real scene had left her with far more complicated feelings.
Her expression had been so happy that Asuna had even sensed a trace of... happiness?
That was right. Happiness.
It was a look of happiness Asuna had never seen on anyone before. That was why she had hurriedly fled afterward. At the time, she had felt like a child who had secretly peeked at something she should not have seen, so nervous that her whole body had broken out in sweat.
"Haah..."
Lying on her bed and staring at the dim ceiling, Asuna turned over. By this time, she should have been asleep long ago, but she simply could not fall asleep. This time, Asuna had no mood for