After school.
Aozawa didn't head to the Kendo club; today was his turn for duty.
His classmates left the classroom one by one.
He opened the cabinet behind his seat, which contained the cleaning tools for students on duty.
"Mr. Aozawa, I don't have club activities today, so take your time. If you want to train, you can go to the Kendo club."
A gentle voice sounded from behind him; it was Arakawa Reina.
At that moment, her attire was demure. Two thick, pitch-black braids rested on her shoulders, and she wore large, old-fashioned, black-framed glasses, her bangs covering her eyebrows.
But her figure was incredibly voluptuous. If she hunched over, she could hide it somewhat. However, if she straightened her back, the neckline of her sailor suit looked as if it were about to burst open—a startling visual impact.
Her skin was like cream, so smooth it felt as if a single touch would glide effortlessly across it.
