On a quiet evening, standing on bridge with the city lights reflecting off the water, Kazuya braced himself for the typical, awkward chit-chat. He certainly wasn’t prepared for the sudden shift in her demeanor. Without beating around the bush, Chizuru closed the distance between them. Her movements were deliberate, a stark contrast to her usual composed air. She’s said something that Kazuya won’t ever expect.
He’s touced and excited at the same time. She’s lowering herself onto the pavement. Her fingers went to work on the button and zipper of his jeans. The girl of his dreams, the perfect, untouchable Chizuru, was looking up at him with a seducing gaze. Kazuya found himself in a situation in a way he never thought. He gives her a facial, leaving Chizuru with a satisfied expression painted across her face. It was a date night neither of them would ever forget.
