"Sakura, Sakura-kun, the food... the food is going to get cold..."
"Little Hanabi is still warm."
"Sakura-kun... you're saying strange things again..."
"Your little shoe fell off."
Hanamaru Hanabi turned her head, her hazy violet eyes reflected her tender feet wrapped in black knee-high socks.
The air conditioner swaying up and down could barely dissipate some of the warm breath from her mouth.
"Sakura-kun..."
As the girl turned her head, her cherry lips were gently bitten.
The soft touch made the whole person sink into it.
...
Hanamaru Hanabi lowered her cute face, the light sweat already making her black sailor suit utterly disheveled.
"Sakura-kun... didn't you say we should maintain a sense of distance..."
In this state, the sound of rain outside the room was particularly clear.
"Intimate contact is also a sense of distance."
The itchy feeling came from the delicate, soft waist being caressed by both hands.
...
