"Are you saying those black stockings are yours?"
"You have that kind of habit?"
"..." Fujiwara Reya’s face flushed a bit.
"I don’t mind, but if a stranger saw you , they’d probably think you’re a pervert. Be careful, okay?" Hoshimi Rinko smiled elegantly, walked over to the bed, bent down to pick up the black stockings, and asked over her shoulder, "You’re not a pervert, right?"
"I don’t think so..." Fujiwara Reya scratched his head.
Hoshimi Rinko, with her hands in the pockets of her short skirt, looked around as if amused, "Hey, hey, you woman in there, listen up. The stockings are still warm, so you definitely haven’t gone far. No need to widen your eyes and relentlessly spy here, why not come out for a chat?"
"There’s no one here..." Fujiwara Reya felt a bit guilty, hastily looking through the box she had brought for some tea, and brewed it on the table.
Hoshimi Rinko sat down at the small table, biting her lip as she stared at the tabletop, "Are the stockings Fukaeri’s?"
At that moment, Fujiwara Reya also noticed the cigarette butt left on the table, a slender woman’s cigarette with a lipstick mark on the filter. After a brief thought, he nodded and replied, "Yes, they’re Miss Fukaeri’s."
In the closet, Kasahara Fumi’s eyebrows furrowed sharply.
"Eh eh, this is good..." Natsuki Kuri whispered, "I’ve always thought Fukaeri was quite suitable. Why don’t you just come out and admit it?"
There was a hint of excitement in her voice. Kasahara Fumi turned her head and looked at her with a cold gaze that seemed to say, "I’m not interested in such things."
Natsuki Kuri smiled slightly and didn’t say anything further.
The closet remained silent. Outside, Hoshimi Rinko put down the black stockings, boldly crossed her legs, and gracefully sipped the freshly brewed tea.
Her legs were quite beautiful.
Also, she was wearing a loose, open black short-sleeved shirt.
As soon as Fujiwara Reya’s eyes shifted slightly, he would see that small, girlishly toned figure.
"By the way," Hoshimi Rinko suddenly said, "the one wearing the latex was Fukaeri, right?"
"Yes, it was her!" Fujiwara Reya followed her lead, "She came here just now to talk about tonight, and took off the stockings in passing. I’m definitely not a pervert!"
"Come on, I know what kind of person you are." Hoshimi Rinko spoke with an air of familiarity, "Given your obsession with scents, if I hadn’t come, you’d definitely be sniffing her stockings."
"..." Fujiwara Reya was speechless.
Honestly, being sensitive to smells is a natural trait. He really just wanted to note the scent, not because he’s a pervert. Why doesn’t anyone believe him!
Outside the window, it was raining, as the two of them drank tea.
"Hey, Fujiwara," after a short silence, Hoshimi Rinko suddenly remembered something, "Why did you join Section Nine?"
"For work." Fujiwara Reya said, "It’s easy, the pay’s decent, so I joined."
"Why would it be for her?"
"..." Fujiwara Reya didn’t quite understand why she suddenly mentioned this, holding his cup with both hands, he changed posture and stared into her eyes, "There are many women with nice legs in this world. I can’t get close to every single one, can I?"
"Mhm, makes sense." Hoshimi Rinko pondered for a moment, then elegantly smiled, "But when it comes to you, it’s okay to assume the worst intentions."
"At your age, why have such pessimistic thoughts!" Fujiwara Reya finished his tea, placing the empty cup on the table, "You should see the beauty in me, at least I have many strengths, the biggest being honesty..."
Hoshimi Rinko wasn’t listening; instead, she was mumbling, "Pessimistic, gloomy, only seeing the dark side..." Repeating this several times, she raised her face and stared fixedly at Fujiwara Reya, "I’m eighteen, maybe not quite mature yet. But if I’m a pessimistic person, then all the non-pessimistic adults in the world are monsters!"
"Mhm, makes sense." Fujiwara Reya nodded silently.
Even after being tormented so much by Asuka, the senior still maintained strong confidence and elegant demeanor. In this regard, she truly wasn’t a pessimist. On the contrary, she’s very active and optimistic, deserving of encouragement.
"Hey, Fujiwara..." Hoshimi Rinko cleared her throat.
Fujiwara Reya looked over.
She slightly bit her lower lip, seemingly organizing her words. Looking closer, the senior was a woman with a dignified and graceful appearance, attractive enough to leave a positive impression on everyone. Especially her eyes, always so clear and sparkling.
"To what extent have things progressed with Asuka?" Hoshimi Rinko asked.
"Uh, not to the point of kissing..." Fujiwara Reya answered cautiously.
"Besides Asuka, how many others are there?"
"It’s a long story, very long. Anyway, if something really happened, I’d definitely tell you first."
"No need to explain anything to me," Hoshimi Rinko said in a cold voice, "I’m just your senior, not your wife. But I have to tell you: you have issues."
"Possibly." Fujiwara Reya looked at her.
In the faint and shallow smile wrapped by the aurora curtain, were eyes as clear as polar ice. It was still raining outside, with thunder occasionally rumbling, sounding as if from a faraway world.
"If this continues, even if severe misfortune befalls you in the future, it would likely be your own doing. I think you’ve always had a fundamental issue that attracts all sorts of troubles like a magnet. Thus, clever women always want to escape from you quickly."
"You didn’t escape, senior." Fujiwara Reya asked with amusement.