chapter 3

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indeed some glaring faults—two issues would immediately come to mind.
The first was that this building happened to be the girls’ dormitory of the
Seidoukan Academy High School.
The second was that the girl to whom this room belonged was, at this very
moment, in the middle of getting dressed.
“Huh…?”
“Wha…?”
Ayato and the girl, who was just stepping into her skirt, stared at each
other with matching blank looks.
The girl was about the same age as Ayato—sixteen or seventeen. Azure
eyes, as pale as a sprouting bud. A sleek, shapely nose and skin like fresh
snow. Her hair, flowing down to her waist, was a brilliant red hue, not dark
enough to describe as crimson but too vivid to be pink. Pressed to put a name
to the color, he would have to call it rose.
As a matter of fact, the girl was remarkably well put together. Ayato was
not the only person who would have been captivated at the first sight of her.
At that moment, the girl happened to be half naked. Her uniform blouse
was unbuttoned, revealing her underthings, and she was bent over in a way
that exposed the shape of her breasts to full view.
Her curves there were rather modest, but her body was unmistakably
feminine, with a waist so slender it looked fragile. Her healthy, supple legs
were trim all the way down to her toes, and a glimpse of adorable white
panties peeked from between her dazzling thighs. Her awkward state of
dishabille made the sight far more enticing than if she had been simply
naked.
For a while, the two did not move, as if frozen stiff. Considering that the
girl was on one leg the whole time, she must have been blessed with an
extraordinary sense of balance.
The scene looked exactly as if time had stopped. Of course, this was not
the case.
Ayato was the first to come to his senses.
“S-sorry! Um, uh— I really didn’t mean to—at all—!” He tried to explain
himself, but the words just wouldn’t come out right. He tried to cover his
eyes, but between his fingers, he could still see her alluring figure.
“Wh-wh-wha—!?” The girl, too, seemed to finally comprehend the
situation. Her face flushed bright red and her mouth moved without quite

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