She still remembered that, while the President was asleep, she took the opportunity to memorize her features firmly in her heart.
She knew that such chances were extremely rare and feared there might not be another.
Maybe one day she'd be killed by the perfect Sakuragi, or even if she and the President succeeded, saving Hitomi...
Wouldn't such a life be meant for Hitomi to enjoy?
If I became Hitomi, wouldn't I be the one dancing with the President? Wouldn't I be sleeping together with the President in the future?
I...
Am I really content just to watch the President through a camera, rather than actually seeing and touching him face-to-face?
I...
Want to become Sakuragi Hitomi!
"..."
Thinking so, the expression of the self-doubting Sakuragi suddenly changed.
The refusal in her eyes gradually receded until it vanished completely.
"You all!"
The petite Sakuragi floated up, pointing at them with a face full of anger.
