I pretended to look embarrassed and quickly tried to hide the massive, obvious bulge in my kimono with my hand, awkwardly adjusting the front of the silk. "Sorry about that, Oka-san…"
Kasumi's face was still burning a deep, fiery red. She couldn't meet my eyes at all. She quickly unlocked the cubicle door and stepped out first, her movements slightly hurried and flustered. I followed right behind her, the air between us still crackling with heavy, unspoken tension.
As we walked back along the petal-covered path toward the group, I took a long, deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and the persistent hardness between my legs. Kasumi walked beside me in complete silence, unusually shy and embarrassed.
She kept her gaze fixed on the ground, occasionally touching the golden hairpin in her hair as if it could distract her from what had just happened.
