"... Is something really going on? (≖_≖)"
At that moment, because of the obvious nervousness in my voice, she—who had been relaxing—startled and turned around abruptly to look at me suspiciously.
Hahah! That look somehow gets me excited.
Her gaze was menacing, and I feel like someone who actually felt guilty or ashamed would crumble under the pressure, but for some reason, I liked it.
Anyway, I couldn't let a smile slip out, so I pretended I couldn't stand her gaze and spoke up.
"A-about that, I'm a little embarrassed to say it, but Miss Azalea is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, and—and honestly, I-a..."
"You? You what?! Speak clearly."
"I can't help but admire her beauty and noble aura; it actually makes me a little nervous....A-and I sense a kind of expectation in her gaze that I'm not sure I can live up to."
"...Is that all?"
"Huh? What do you mean? Should there be something else?"
"(≖_≖)... No, it's nothing. Continue with the massage."
