In that instant—barely even a flicker in time, no more than a few milliseconds—Kouhei's eyes caught every detail of her body, imprinting it into his mind like a snapshot burned into his vision.
Her chest wasn't massive, but there was something about it—the way it was shaped, the subtle weight it carried—that made it more than enough to hold his attention. They were firm, with a healthy bounce to them, the kind that spoke of natural beauty rather than exaggeration. It was almost the same kind of firmness Hina had, but with her own unique charm.
Then his gaze inevitably trailed downward—her thighs and hips were clearly well-developed, sculpted in a way that made them stand out without being overbearing. She had that perfect middle ground; not overly slim and stiff like Aria's frame, yet not as full and fleshy as Nagisa's either. There was still that soft, inviting layer of flesh on her bones—enough to hint at warmth and comfort if touched.
