Watching those snowy-white "assets" quiver before his eyes.
Lin Chen gained a much clearer understanding of March 7th's figure.
Her combat potential really was impressive. He had underestimated her.
"Lin Chen, no looking!"
March 7th was still immersed in the joy of Lin Chen waking up.
She had yet to realize what was happening.
Along with a startled, girlish cry.
Asta's slender, pale hands reached out from behind.
And completely covered March 7th's proud, snowy peaks.
"Mmph... Asta, what are you doing?!"
"You dummy, your swimsuit is gone..."
"I... I know now! Let go, this feels so weird!"
Looking at the hands resting in front of her.
March 7th finally caught on, her fair, pretty face flushing crimson.
The strange sensation made March 7th bite her lip.
That klutz Asta might have meant well.
But wasn't she being a little too rough? Was she sure this wasn't revenge?
Holy shit... what the hell is this turn of events?
Lin Chen stood rooted to the spot.
Inside, his thoughts were stampeding in utter chaos.
It would have been fine if Asta hadn't intervened.
But now, looking at the scene before him.
Even Lin Chen, who had developed considerable self-control, felt ready to cough up blood.
March 7th's full, soft flesh, with skin like white jade.
Spread beneath Asta's palms.
Like dough being kneaded at will, it looked wonderfully springy.
A thousand charms blossomed in a single instant, a sight beyond description.
Lin Chen would have said his eyes had taken ten thousand points of critical damage.
"Mmph... Lin Chen, you big meanie!"
"Don't look there!"
The next instant, accompanied by March 7th's girlish voice.
A cool, silky hand covered his eyes.
Clearly, March 7th, mortified and indignant.
Had also realized something was wrong.
And blocked his view in the most direct,