Kyouka's entire face went crimson, the heat rushing all the way up to her ears until they practically glowed red. She could feel her pulse pounding through them, each thump reminding her that this—this whole situation—was actually happening. She never expected to hear something as bold as "you're his type" being thrown so casually at her. Especially not from Hina of all people. The words struck her like a wave, leaving her flustered and struggling to process what she'd just heard. It felt so unreal, yet somehow, Hina said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"I think Kouhei's attracted to slightly mature, older women like you, Kyouka," Hina said, her tone light but her smile carrying a teasing sharpness. "It's a shame that I can't do anything about my eternally youthful looks to satisfy his desire to fuck a mature lady, but you, Kyouka—you fit the bill perfectly. I bet Kouhei's going to have a lot of fun taking you."
