After that tight embrace, the sensation of her soft body and the fragrance of her skin were all perceived. As early as thirteen or fourteen years old, she had already been a dazzling beauty like crystal. Over time, she had fully matured and could effortlessly toy with Fujiwara Reya, exacting revenge for his gentlemanly behavior back then.
Feeling her soft palm, Fujiwara Reya gritted his teeth: "Don't tell me you came here just for this?"
"Of course not!" Natsuki Kuri extended another hand, gently pressing it against his chest, locking eyes with him, "It's just that I wanted to punish you first, before saying what I have to say."
"..."
In the warmth of her palm, Fujiwara Reya gritted his teeth, remaining silent. As Natsuki Kuri alternated between relaxing and applying force, he too fluctuated between calmness and intense emotion.
"I say, Koriya, you've really grown up, haven't you?" Natsuki Kuri maintained a proper rhythm, "Before this, it only belonged to me. Am I right, huh?"
