Why did watching my best friend and lover together hurt so much, yet also... feel so exhilarating?!
Maybe I actually liked this?
Watching the two gradually overlap, guided by the growing bitterness in her heart until it completely shattered, Nao's unfocused gaze slowly blurred as she crawled over and pressed herself against them as well.
"Nao!"
Midori, crying out in surprise, pressed close like a gust of wind. The place that had just been moistened by icy firmness was visited again and again by the tireless emerald breeze, each time probing ever deeper for hidden secrets.
If Reika, delivered after a fragrant bath, represented the pinnacle of "beauty," then Nao, drawing close with her clothes loosened in the breeze and carrying the faint tang of genuine sweat, was the finest example of "freshness."
"I want to leave a mark on Ash that belongs only to me too."
Her pearly white teeth repeatedly brushed over those marks until, in the end, only her own smooth, moist bite marks remained.
"This way, whenever this man wants to do something so shameless again..."
Their clasped palms finally pressed tightly against him.
"What he'll remember... will be us."
Once Ash relaxed his mind, the scent belonging solely to the two girls gradually filled it.
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Yayoi, Your Motives Aren't Pure!
"Oh, so you were only supposed to meet the parents yesterday, but ended up not coming home all night."
After hearing the full story, Yayoi swept a suspicious gaze over her two best friends, who were avoiding her eyes and unable to look directly at her.
They had only gone to meet the parents early, not consummate the marriage early. How could they leave and not return? If Ashu, who knew what had happened, had not reassured her, Miss Haruka would have led people