After all, not every girl could be like Theresa—still like a little loli in both body and mind despite being decades old.
After playing on her phone for a while, Rita suddenly lost interest. She turned to look at Shiina Mashiro, who seemed to have started coloring her drawing and was nearly finished.
Rita curiously looked at the picture Shiina Mashiro had drawn, and her expression changed at once.
"Shi... Shiro, you..."
Rita glanced around and found that no one was paying attention to them. There were only Rita and Shiina Mashiro here. Seeing that no one had noticed, Rita breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly snatched away the drawing Shiina Mashiro was working on.
What Shiina Mashiro had drawn was not the scenery outside the window or a scene from the train, as Rita had imagined. It was... what had happened in the bath that morning.
Shiina Mashiro had said that morning that she wanted to draw the Stigmata mark on Rita's back. Rita had not taken it seriously at the time. But now... Shiina Mashiro had actually drawn it, and not just the Stigmata pattern, but Rita's body as well...
Rita, naked and sitting in the bath, had been completely drawn on the paper.
Luckily, there was no one nearby, especially no boys!
"Shiina Mashiro!!"
Rita stared at Shiina Mashiro and sternly called her name.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Drawing. Drawing Rita..."
Shiina Mashiro calmly looked at Rita and answered as though it were only natural. She seemed puzzled by Rita's intense reaction.
Her innocent, beautiful eyes seemed to be saying that Rita was making a fuss over nothing.
"You..."
"Don't you know what can and can't be drawn? You little..."
Seeing Shiina Mashiro's innocent expression, Rita wanted to scold her... but could not