The yacht stirred up spiral waves as it sailed across the Pacific Ocean.
At noon, when the wind was calm and the sea was peaceful, after reading for a while, Fujiwara Reya felt a little drowsy. It seemed like one of those summer afternoons when everything had to be abandoned midway, so if that was the case, then nothing should be done at all.
Slipping back from the deck, Fujiwara Reya entered Miss Miki's room.
The woman napping in the summer afternoon had a serene face, unaffected by the heat.
Getting closer for a look, he noticed a slight sheen of sweat on her skin. Her belly, holding all kinds of possibilities, gently rose and fell with her breath in sleep, like a sail nurturing a wonderful, full-bodied form.
"Miss Miki." Fujiwara Reya crouched down and leaned forward to scent her delicate nose.
Face to face, their breaths mingled without any barrier.
Feeling a bit ticklish, Kawashima Miki opened her eyes.
Gazes intertwined.
