"Where did he go?" a beautiful woman of about thirty-six or thirty-seven walked out of the room.
She was wearing Fern's striped shirt and a pair of briefs. Her half-exposed buttocks and round, well-proportioned wheat-colored thighs were the most eye-catching sights.
She had a great figure. Even in the oversized shirt, the angle at which the shirt pocket hung open was enough to make one imagine the curves beneath it.
She was a Federation citizen, with a pure Federation bloodline that could be traced back more than two hundred years.
Her wheat-colored skin came from the Beauty Light. People no longer pursued pale skin; they pursued health instead, and liked tanning themselves to a wheat-colored shade.
Despite the medical groups' warnings that directly exposing the skin to the Beauty Light at close range increased the risk of skin disease,
there were still people who did it.
People always believed they couldn't possibly be the next unlucky victim, so they didn't care in the slightest.
Humans were always like that. It was the same with criminals. They knew that every crime they committed brought them closer to the execution platform, yet they simply couldn't stop believing they were the luckiest ones of all! She had flaxen hair, deep blue eyes, a tall figure, and a pleasant voice. Most notably, there was... a very special air about her! She was Fern's girlfriend, as well as his art teacher.
Fern was washing the dishes—the ones he and Noel had used after their meal.
If one ignored the fact that, in some people's eyes, Fern was a neurotic and extremely dangerous, brutal serial killer, he actually met every requirement many women had for men in the New Era.
Healthy, strong, able to last a long time, possessed of some perverted little interests, capable of