"Sorry... I forgot about that..."
Watching Yuna sprawled over her Doll, using her body to cover the important parts, Ron wore an awkward expression.
"You did that on purpose!" Yuna rarely blushed so fiercely. She felt as though her whole body were burning as she snapped indignantly, "Pervert! Scumbag! Lolicon!"
"Hey, hey... don't make false accusations. I really didn't mean to..." Ron rubbed his head, forcing out an explanation.
"What are you still talking for?! Turn your head! You're not allowed to look!"
Helpless, Ron turned his head and covered his eyes with one hand.
A rustling sound came from beside him, along with Yuna's complaints. "Isn't putting on clothes way too troublesome... What's the point of making a Doll like this? Don't tell me you're keeping it by your side to do bad things?"
The mere thought of that possibility made Yuna feel even more ashamed and furious. Her vicious glare seemed intent on boring straight through Ron.
"What are you even thinking?" Ron said speechlessly, quickly reminding her, "Can you sense a connection to this Doll? Try projecting your consciousness onto it. Then you'll be able to control its movements."
"Huh? Really?"
Yuna froze at once and instinctively gave it a try.
Then, the Doll Yuna lying on the bed abruptly opened her eyes and sat up.
Doll Yuna looked down at her hands in disbelief and exclaimed, "What a miraculous thing."
Ron noticed that the sounds of dressing had stopped, so he lowered his hand and turned back around. "This kind of Doll..."
"Ah!" Doll Yuna clutched her chest, while Yuna's real body hurriedly stepped in front of the Doll. Her face was red as the evening clouds, utterly enchanting beneath the moonlight. "Turn around, turn around! I'm not ready yet!"
"Mm..." Ron's entire face was covered