In the ambiguous pink-blue light, Fujiwara Reya raised his legs, feet resting on the coffee table.
Kasahara Fumi sat in his lap, with her back leaning against his legs, displaying an extremely bored, weary expression as she looked out the window. Not far outside the window was the West Shinjuku area densely packed with Tokyo's skyscrapers, each office building gleaming in the dark rain like it was propping up Tokyo's rain clouds.
On the couch beside them, Shizuka had turned into a softly smiling woman.
But that wasn't a seductive smile; it was a dangerous one, like a fox about to hunt. Fujiwara Reya slightly turned his gaze that way and saw her slightly lift her buttocks, beginning to serve the guest with an AF package.
Kasahara Fumi heard the sound and glanced over there.
With just a glance, she immediately looked away again, pretending not to have seen anything, continuing to gaze at the night outside.
