"Then I'll say, Hanabi has a sweet flavor." Uesugi Sakura hugged her waist, "Want another taste?"
"Hanabi, Hanabi won't..."
"Then... shall we try again?"
"Come on."
Hanamaru Hanabi's violet eyes sparkled with emotion.
With a shyness and a girl's reserved demeanor, she cautiously closed her eyes, actively lifted her chin, stood on tiptoe, and brought her slightly flushed face closer.
...
"Hate it, hate it, hate it! Always making Hanabi do bad things..." Hanamaru Hanabi clenched her fists and pounded his chest, burying her head with effort.
"I think Hanabi learned quite fast... and very enticing... Ah—okay, okay, I won't say anymore, don't hit me."
Hanamaru Hanabi stopped: "I'll go change out of my Witch Dress first..."
"Isn't it yours? Can't wear it back?"
"You can't wear it on the street..."
"Why not? Sailor suits, Witch Dresses, and even school swimsuits, they're all nice. Ah, but no, school swimsuits are not okay, only I can see Hanabi in that."
