Naga's eyes widened, her small mouth slightly agape as her slender fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt. For the first time, a human flush of embarrassment appeared on that face that always carried divine majesty... She was profoundly shocked.
"This... this is utterly improper." She turned her head toward Amon, the vermilion at the corners of her eyes trembling like startled butterfly wings, her gaze filled with a question.
Is this right?
Amon was equally speechless at this guy's behavior. You really aren't worried at all about exposing your sexual preferences, are you?
On the video, a blond-haired man was backing Hatano Yui, dressed in a maid uniform, into a corner. The classic Japanese line appeared at the bottom of the screen: "Madam, you wouldn't want..."
Speechless as he was, it was someone else's hobby, and Amon could not interfere that much. He merely shook his head slightly at Naga. "Don't mind him..."
Naga stopping there had also drawn quite a crowd—new customers who had just entered the Internet Cafe, people who had been about to leave but turned back, and others passing by after buying drinks who stopped to look...
They had initially been drawn in by Naga's beauty and bearing, then became curious about what had caught her attention... What could possibly attract someone as ethereal as her?
Then their eyes were firmly captured by the indescribable scene on the screen...
What an extraordinary man—watching such refined entertainment in an Internet Cafe. Truly, his heart was open and unburdened!
The man being watched was engrossed in the video with his headphones on, but the strange atmosphere around him still disturbed him.
When he turned his head, he realized in horror that a circle of people had gathered behind him without his noticing. He hurriedly shut off