It's a pity that I was brushed off just as I reached, not having had the chance to savor it carefully.
If something were to truly happen by chance, Fujiwara Reya wouldn't mind; after all, he was no gentleman, not even counting as human. A junior is still a child, not quite suitable for him to make a move on, but playing ambiguous games with a young widow with ulterior motives—he felt no guilt about that.
One after another, they went up to the fourth floor.
They proceeded along the narrow corridor, stopping in front of the door with a "406" sign.
Kawashima Miki knocked twice, and the door immediately opened from the inside, revealing the face of a young woman with bright red hair.
She had a good appearance, a nice figure, wore a loose pink dress, and sported a pair of large earrings.
"Ah, Miki, what brings you here?" the red-haired woman asked, surprised.
"Brought a guest." Kawashima Miki stepped slightly to the side.
