Compared to Sonoko, who is sometimes a bit carefree and a fake rich girl, Momiji exudes a mature woman's charm in every gesture. Every movement is like a carefully designed seduction that can easily stir people's hearts.
"My lord..." Hongye's voice softened, carrying a unique Kyoto accent, full of charm: "Please... savor Hongye's heartfelt sentiments..."
Sunshine, a gentle breeze, and a young girl's shy yet determined confession—no man could resist such a scene.
Yuzuru sighed softly and leaned closer.
"Well... excuse me."
"Hmm~"
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Twenty minutes later, the bell rang to end the lunch break.
Yuzuru leaned back comfortably in his classroom chair, one hand casually placed on his forehead to shield his eyes from the glaring afternoon sun, while the other hand gently rubbed his stomach, his expression exuding a touch of languor.
Today's lunch was truly delicious... I'm so full.
The autumn leaves of Ooka are truly worthy of their name.
It truly lives up to its name as "big".
Her flavor is like the rich aroma of maple blossom honey. The initial taste is a bold and unrestrained sweetness, while the finish is tinged with a subtle bitterness, just like the stubbornness and persistence hidden beneath her passionate and bright appearance. It is so rich that it is addictive.
Ooka Momiji sat upright in the seat behind Hanyu Kusunoki.
Her fingertips unconsciously caressed the second button of her school uniform—the tingling sensation from when it was unbuttoned still lingered there, and between her towering, proud breasts, a tiny golden figure had appeared, shimmering faintly in the afternoon sunlight.
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(The author wishes all readers a happy May Day! ~ヾ(●′?｀●)? Wow~)
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