Kazuya stood on a bridge, the water below mirroring the glittering skyline. He was preparing himself for what he assumed would be the usual polite, slightly awkward conversation. He was bracing for small talk, but what he got was totally what he won’t expect.
Chizuru, typically the picture of composure, suddenly closed the distance between them with a deliberate intensity. There was no hesitation, no beating around the bush. Her actions were a stark contrast to her usual reserved nature. In a move that left him both stunned and exhilarated, she lowered herself onto the pavement right there on the bridge.
As she looked up at him with a gaze that was nothing short of seductive, Kazuya found himself in a scenario where he would usually masturbate. The girl of his dreams, the seemingly untouchable Chizuru, was right there. The evening culminated in an intimate act that left Chizuru with a profoundly satisfied expression.
