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you’re lying, Gas Mask. That mask is one of the most impenetrable things I’ve ever seen, but…”
“You’re right. I may have been too overbearing just now, as usual.
Kksshh.
”
I bet that “
Kksssh
” was her laughing.
Sighing, Kyousuke stood. By all rights, he wanted to run as fast as he could, but—
She could be a problem, this Gas Mask; she’s way too easy to trust.
Contrary to her sinister outer appearance, her demeanor was gentle and calm, and she somehow exuded an innocent, friendly aura that he found impossible to dislike. Kyousuke found himself torn.
Do I dare get involved with Renko?
Kyousuke, contemplating this dilemma with his hand on his chin, was startled when Renko spoke up. “Okay! I’ve got it. You seem to be having trouble deciding, so there’s no helping it…I’m taking it off.”
“Huh…taking it off? You’re going to take it off for me?!” Astonished at this inconceivable proposal, Kyousuke tried to look at Renko’s face, only to be met by an enormous black gas mask that nodded vigorously.
“Yeah, I’ll take it off. It’s called a show of good faith. Right?”
“Uh…r-right. I think that sounds about right.”
What a surprise. In spite of being a murderer, she’s surprisingly sincere.
Even as he wondered at the disparity between her appearance and her demeanor, Kyousuke felt his pulse quicken.
“Umm, well…I-I’m taking it off! This is embarrassing, but I’ll endure it with all my might!”
“O-okay!” His voice cracked with nervousness. He gulped.
In the quiet, Renko first removed her sweatshirt hood. Her long, silky, silver hair spilled out over her shoulders, filling the air with the sweet smell of her shampoo.
After that, she slowly pulled the front zipper down, opening the sweatshirt completely. Her chest, which strained the thin fabric of her shirt, swayed gently, looking soft. Next, she went ahead and grabbed the hem of her tank top with both hands, and when she started to lift it up, resolving herself—
“Hey, hey! Wait a second, will you? What do you think you’re doing?”
Renko tilted her head in confusion at Kyousuke’s interruption. Her skin was so pale it was almost transparent. Her tank top was rolled up as high as the bottom of her breasts, exposing her thin waist and small belly button. A thin border of black lace peeked out from beneath the hem of her shirt. Kyousuke stood still, stiff in every sense of the word. “What do you mean? I’m taking them off.
You know, my clothes.
The mask is really a pain to remove, so please forgive me if I just strip down… I-is that no good? Didn’t think so! Well, then, next is—”
“…Kyousuke Kamiya.”
“Hmm?
Kyousukekamiya?
What’s that? Some kind of new slang?”
“It’s Japanese! You said you wanted to know my name! First-year, Class A, Kyousuke Kamiya.”
“……Huh?”
Judging from Renko’s befuddled response, Kyousuke had thrown her off-balance.
I thought for sure she meant she would take off her gas mask… That was misleading.
“First of all, put your clothes back on. Like that, you’re, how do I say it…too tempting.”
“You want me to put my clothes back? Oh, really? I thought surely you must be interested in my breasts, but maybe I was wrong? And here I was thinking that even if you hadn’t told me you wanted to see them, I would let you touch them as much as you wanted…but it looks like there’s no need for that.”
“Wha—?”
In my fifteen years on this earth, I have never regretted a decision so much in my life.
“I mean…sorry. The truth is, that was a fake name just now.”
“What did you saaayyy?! Before telling that bald-faced lie, didn’t you want to do things with my body?! I see, so your interest is so low…” She saw straight through Kyousuke’s shameful lie.
Correction. In my fifteen years on this earth, now I have never regretted a decision so much in my life.
“…Well, enough of that. I wonder if we’re okay on time, Kyousuke?
“You’re right. I may have been too overbearing just now, as usual.
Kksshh.
”
I bet that “
Kksssh
” was her laughing.
Sighing, Kyousuke stood. By all rights, he wanted to run as fast as he could, but—
She could be a problem, this Gas Mask; she’s way too easy to trust.
Contrary to her sinister outer appearance, her demeanor was gentle and calm, and she somehow exuded an innocent, friendly aura that he found impossible to dislike. Kyousuke found himself torn.
Do I dare get involved with Renko?
Kyousuke, contemplating this dilemma with his hand on his chin, was startled when Renko spoke up. “Okay! I’ve got it. You seem to be having trouble deciding, so there’s no helping it…I’m taking it off.”
“Huh…taking it off? You’re going to take it off for me?!” Astonished at this inconceivable proposal, Kyousuke tried to look at Renko’s face, only to be met by an enormous black gas mask that nodded vigorously.
“Yeah, I’ll take it off. It’s called a show of good faith. Right?”
“Uh…r-right. I think that sounds about right.”
What a surprise. In spite of being a murderer, she’s surprisingly sincere.
Even as he wondered at the disparity between her appearance and her demeanor, Kyousuke felt his pulse quicken.
“Umm, well…I-I’m taking it off! This is embarrassing, but I’ll endure it with all my might!”
“O-okay!” His voice cracked with nervousness. He gulped.
In the quiet, Renko first removed her sweatshirt hood. Her long, silky, silver hair spilled out over her shoulders, filling the air with the sweet smell of her shampoo.
After that, she slowly pulled the front zipper down, opening the sweatshirt completely. Her chest, which strained the thin fabric of her shirt, swayed gently, looking soft. Next, she went ahead and grabbed the hem of her tank top with both hands, and when she started to lift it up, resolving herself—
“Hey, hey! Wait a second, will you? What do you think you’re doing?”
Renko tilted her head in confusion at Kyousuke’s interruption. Her skin was so pale it was almost transparent. Her tank top was rolled up as high as the bottom of her breasts, exposing her thin waist and small belly button. A thin border of black lace peeked out from beneath the hem of her shirt. Kyousuke stood still, stiff in every sense of the word. “What do you mean? I’m taking them off.
You know, my clothes.
The mask is really a pain to remove, so please forgive me if I just strip down… I-is that no good? Didn’t think so! Well, then, next is—”
“…Kyousuke Kamiya.”
“Hmm?
Kyousukekamiya?
What’s that? Some kind of new slang?”
“It’s Japanese! You said you wanted to know my name! First-year, Class A, Kyousuke Kamiya.”
“……Huh?”
Judging from Renko’s befuddled response, Kyousuke had thrown her off-balance.
I thought for sure she meant she would take off her gas mask… That was misleading.
“First of all, put your clothes back on. Like that, you’re, how do I say it…too tempting.”
“You want me to put my clothes back? Oh, really? I thought surely you must be interested in my breasts, but maybe I was wrong? And here I was thinking that even if you hadn’t told me you wanted to see them, I would let you touch them as much as you wanted…but it looks like there’s no need for that.”
“Wha—?”
In my fifteen years on this earth, I have never regretted a decision so much in my life.
“I mean…sorry. The truth is, that was a fake name just now.”
“What did you saaayyy?! Before telling that bald-faced lie, didn’t you want to do things with my body?! I see, so your interest is so low…” She saw straight through Kyousuke’s shameful lie.
Correction. In my fifteen years on this earth, now I have never regretted a decision so much in my life.
“…Well, enough of that. I wonder if we’re okay on time, Kyousuke?
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