Winter in the Far East was bitterly cold. Beneath the lead-gray sky, dark clouds blanketed everything as goose-feather snow drifted down in flurries. Snow settled on the houses, making them resemble exquisitely decorated cream cakes from a fragrant pastry shop. Snow fell on the trees, and the great trees seemed to sprout jade branches and bloom with silver flowers.
Likewise, the earth was covered in a layer of white snow.
Yet even while it snowed, the girls of the Far East still wore short skirts, exposing their beautiful—or ugly—legs.
At most, they added a pair of stockings. Though they shivered from the cold, they still had no intention of wearing thermal leggings or long johns. Those who were a little more sensitive to the cold merely traded their stockings for pretty knee-high cotton socks.
The men, on the other hand, bundled themselves up layer after layer, looking far more afraid of the cold.
What was wrong with this country? Were men less cold-resistant than women?
Still, putting aside how cold these girls must have been, being able to see all those pairs of beautiful legs in the dead of winter was simply amazing!
Well, that was assuming... she was a man too.
On a street in some city in the Far East, a young woman in her twenties stood at the roadside in a suit, dress pants, and tie, her face carrying a trace of confusion.
This beauty had long red hair and eyes like gold. She looked dashing and captivating, a striking sight simply standing by the road.
Her appeal was even greater to many young boys. Plenty of teenagers liked this sort of woman... beautiful, sexy, alluring, with perfect, tempting curves and a pair of enormous wicked... attracting countless male gazes.
Long legs, delicate features...
Yep, I'm