Although Yaori was certainly no little girl, and the educational film had been fabricated out of thin air, everything that should be there had still been laid bare.
The next scene made Yaori's pupils contract sharply.
Although she did not appear overly resistant, her heavy breathing still exposed the turmoil in her heart at that moment.
"If you're going to refuse, hurry up. The scenes coming next will be on a scale you can't imagine." I chuckled, though I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Yaori really did have a strange interest in this sort of thing.
Just as I was doing my best to slow the pace of the plot, Yaori suddenly slapped me, then snorted. "Did you slow it down again? Why did it take so long just to deal with that one piece of clothing?"
"You... That's called tenderness!" I could only say helplessly.
"Isn't this how the story is supposed to go? You can control all of this, can't you? Even older children can watch this, right? It's not as though I've never seen this kind of thing before. You need to stop trying to fool me." Yaori glared at me.
I thought that did seem to be the case. Yaori had lived for ten thousand years. Even if she was righteous to the core and instinctively avoided such things, it was impossible for her to avoid them spotlessly every single time.
After all, intruding into other people's scenes of life should have been commonplace.
Thinking of this, I simply let the scale of things go.
"This... you!" Yaori was startled when she saw how the next scene unfolded. But when she looked at me and saw my expression saying you asked for this yourself, she could only fall silent.
"Go on, why