"President...? President?"
Ayase Kotone suddenly embraced Shimizu Ken from behind, her soft body pressing against his back, making him instinctively tense up.
Ayase Kotone's unexpected move left Shimizu Ken somewhat puzzled.
The girl behind him was holding him tighter and tighter, as if afraid he would slip away at any moment.
Though not to the extent of causing discomfort, it was undeniably very soft.
Especially now, with both of them wearing only thin short sleeves, Ayase Kotone's tight embrace allowed Shimizu Ken to clearly feel the soft contours, slightly pressed and spreading to the sides like dough.
Even without intentionally focusing on it, the unique, wonderful sensation left Shimizu Ken momentarily distracted.
Being handled this way by Ayase Kotone, who wouldn't feel a bit muddled?
Moreover, with her body pressed close, Shimizu Ken could catch faint traces of the girl's unique fragrance wafting from behind.
As if that wasn't enough, Ayase Kotone's face was pressed against Shimizu Ken's back, and her every breath washed over him with a warm sensation.
Before long, Shimizu Ken's back grew damp.
At first, he assumed it was merely the warmth of Ayase Kotone's breaths.
But soon he realized, it was her tears.