"..."
Fujiwara Reya was torn with indecision.
Just then, he heard the familiar roar of a motorcycle nearby and immediately turned to shout outside the door, "I like Fukaeri the most."
Kasahara Fumi took off her helmet and glared at him with cold, sharp eyes.
Without responding to him, the older sister held the younger sister's hand and bypassed him directly to go inside the house.
As they passed by him, the younger sister pointed at him with her index finger, her expression one of disdain.
"Senpai, you're so lame!"
After saying that, she didn't even look back as she walked away.
All that was left for him was a whiff of their fragrant scent, their orange hair, the sway of their hips, and their graceful silhouettes.
Watching Fujiwara Reya's awkward situation, the two mothers laughed brilliantly.
Mrs. Kasahara grabbed his arm and with great amusement, dragged him into the house: "Let's go inside, I can't wait to see Mr. Fujiwara get torn apart tonight."
