"Yoshino, Yoko, how many members does the Youth Association currently have?" Aoyama Xiu Xin asked kindly while peeling an orange and handing it to Ogimura Yoko, "Have some fruit."
"Hi! Thank you, Chief Aoyama!" Ogimura Yoko excitedly and cautiously took it, afraid of dropping it, and fed a slice into her mouth, her smile blooming like a flower, "This is truly the sweetest orange I've ever eaten."
She was quite good-looking, very tall, roughly measured at around 1.7 meters, which is quite rare among Japanese women. Her figure wasn't slim, more of a voluptuous type with a small belly but definitely not fat.
She had shoulder-length hair, wore glasses, a small face, peach blossom eyes, and a small mole on her chin that added a touch of maturity and charm, her white shirt was stretched tightly, and her blue jeans hugged her full hips and thighs, the curves were striking. This is probably the kind of slightly plump, fleshy type that men like.
