Itsuka Shiori: Did I Come at a Bad Time?

Under Russell's astonished gaze, the Singer took off her coat.

What came into view was not close-fitting clothing.

It was pale white skin and crimson red.

Itsori: Did I Come at the Wrong Time?

What a huge face.

What red legs.

What white cherries.

It was as if Gojo Satoru had evolved into Super Gojo Satoru, then cast Infinite Void on him.

Russell's mind went blank.

It was true that Miku was a lead writer with an extremely poor capacity for psychological endurance.

But just as Mio Takamiya being a vile beast did not stop her from being a super beauty.

Miku's psychological endurance did not affect her looks or figure.

—That broad chest made even the well-proportioned Miss Kurumi break into a cold sweat, as if she had seen Fu Hua Bro standing before a giant Griseo.

Silver hair cascaded down, and her pale little face carried a sickly pallor, making her look rather pitiful.

Under that intense stimulation, Russell newnew stood up like Hawking, while cold sweat poured down his back.

He did not think inviting a naked beauty into his home was such a big deal, but not long before coming to open the door, he had still been hugging Natsumi.

Fortunately, he had assigned Natsumi homework. What if she had seen this?

Russell wiped away a cold sweat in his heart.

That was close.

He had nearly needed to activate a time rewind.

After wiping away his sweat, his expression became natural again as he appraised the jade-like person before him with an appreciative gaze.

Though he had no idea what had happened.

If the Singer was baring herself to him, he naturally had to take a few more looks.

"This is my sincerity."

"...Delete the photos."

The girl, who looked nothing like the sharp-tongued and