The black rubber suit hugged her perfect figure, and the sensation of holding her in his arms was exceptionally vivid. Fujiwara Reya slightly raised his face, looking at her face, which was cold yet charmingly shy: "Having thirty-six is really too much to ask, so Fukaeri, just having one is fine."
Kasahara Fumi was taken aback.
How much of a leap in thinking does it take to derive the moral of "just having one is fine" from Izanami's story?
"Hey, Fukaeri," Fujiwara Reya asked softly, "will you agree or not?"
The torrential rain suddenly turned into a light drizzle.
The massive unidentified object in the distance drew closer. Kasahara Fumi had no choice but to avert her gaze and focus on the unknown danger, replying softly: "Whether it's one or a few, we'll see according to the situation, okay..."
Her voice was really soft.
Softer than the rain hitting the deck.
"What did you say?" Fujiwara Reya feigned surprise.
