The moment Rita heard that sound, she knew who had entered. After all, neither Hiyamaru nor that Yanshen substitute would come in like that.
"Shiro, what are you doing? You didn't even draw today?"
Rita turned around in her computer chair to face the bedroom door, just in time to see Shiro walking toward her.
Shiro was still dressed quite revealingly today. Her snow-white skin flickered in and out of view beneath the fluorescent light. She held a small drawing board against her chest, her legs straight and slender, her tender skin seeming soft enough to squeeze water from.
Step by step, she walked up to Rita and looked down at her from above. Her beautiful hair, glimmering with a faint golden radiance, nearly dazzled Rita's eyes. Narrowing her eyes slightly, Rita asked in confusion, "What is it, Shiro?"
It felt like... Shiro was a little different today.
"Rita..."
"Mm, I'm here."
"Take them off."
"Huh? Say that again."
Rita felt as though there was something wrong with her ears.
"Take your clothes off!"
Shiro repeated herself, her tone firm.
"..."
Rita fell silent. What was Shiro trying to do? Was she interested in her body? No way... How could she possibly understand that?
And they were both girls!
Rita's thoughts immediately drifted somewhere strange.
Because of Shiina Mashiro's words, the room fell silent for a moment. Sitting in her chair, Rita frowned as she looked at Shiro, who stood before her holding the small drawing board. Her expression was calm, as though she had no idea how explosive her words had been, but her indifferent tone carried a trace of timid embarrassment.
Although... Rita and Shiina Mashiro had not exactly never been bare before each other. After all, they had bathed together more than once or twice. But this