Phoenix Academy Maggie was not afraid at all.
She leaned against Aozawa's chest, purely out of shyness.
The sudden princess carry had left her mind a bit muddled.
Also, Aozawa's right hand was in a very delicate position. She wanted to say something, yet felt it was inappropriate to do so.
Perhaps it was unintentional... Alright, I admit, the chances of it being unintentional are very low.
Aozawa's fingers threaded under her armpit, reaching just above her chest. Three of his fingers pressed down slightly, making her crimson dress look as if it were swallowing them.
Due to the summer weather, the dress she wore was quite thin, as was her bikini underneath.
Together, they were probably only slightly thicker than paper. Under such pressure, she felt as if she could even feel the whorls of Aozawa's fingerprints.
The usually formidable young miss was like a hedgehog that had fallen and exposed its soft belly, utterly defenseless.
She was completely at Aozawa's mercy.
