Looking at the scene before her, Dyres's expression turned just a bit... complicated.
"Student Shiayar."
"Does Enola herself know how wild you play?"
But Shiayar, after a brief moment of silence, had already regained his composure.
Well, since I'm already here and my pants are already off.
Might as well let them watch if they want to.
He sat down calmly on that big bed.
Gotta say, this bed is big and soft. No wonder it's an ideal paradise in a dream—able to fulfill every fantasy.
There's that saying—
If you don't feel embarrassed, it's others who will be embarrassed for you.
"Well, what can I do, Ennie's just way too conservative…"
"I just wanted her to cosplay a cat-eared maid but she refused, saying she wants to save that killer move for our honeymoon."
"She keeps teasing me like this every day—I'm practically the Panic King at this point."
Shiayar's voice was totally open.
What's wrong with guys being perverts? If you're not a perv, are you even a guy?
