Even after escaping death in such a dangerous situation, he still wanted to get frisky. What on earth went on inside boys' heads?
Amamiya Natsuki cleared his throat twice.
"It's just a biological instinct. I can't help it..."
"Shut up!" Yukinoshita Yukino gritted her teeth. "Hurry up and get dressed!"
"Yes, yes."
"..."
They both got dressed.
"We can't go into the swamp," Amamiya Natsuki said with a sigh. "There are way too many mosquitoes. It's just too dangerous."
If Amamiya Natsuki had been alone, he wouldn't have been worried. If he couldn't beat them, he could always run. With Talent 100% activated, he was confident the mosquitoes wouldn't be able to catch him.
But with Yukino there, they could only make a strategic retreat.
Yukinoshita Yukino nodded.
"Mark the swamp on the map. We'll go in another direction."
"As you command, Lord Yukino."
As he spoke, Amamiya Natsuki admired Yukino's legs.
Her stockings had been covered in mud earlier, so she'd simply thrown them away while getting dressed. There were spare stockings in the Game Backpack, but taking them out now would just be a waste.
So pale.
So straight.
Pale and straight, without the bowlegs or pigeon toes so common among Japanese girls. They looked like legs one could admire for a whole year without getting tired of them.
"You..."
Yukinoshita Yukino had been about to make a sharp remark, but in the end, she only sighed helplessly. "Let's hurry up and go."
Even if she scolded him, he wouldn't care. He'd probably enjoy it, so she might as well say nothing.
Amamiya Natsuki said seriously,
"Little Yukino, you go in front. I'll guard the rear."
Yukinoshita Yukino: "..."
You're really going behind me to guard the rear?
I can't even bring myself to call you out on