"I think she shouldn't mind if we reply to her while working."
While speaking, Morimoto Chiyoda clicked on the voice message that had been sent.
"Mr. Aozawa, are you asleep yet?"
"What are you standing there for? Reply quickly."
Morimoto Chiyoda urged him to respond while her hand slowly moved from his neck down to his latissimus dorsi.
Her lips felt electric, making Aozawa's back tingle with a numb sensation.
Regarding this interest, Aozawa could only cooperate.
...
On the other end of the USS Lincoln Aircraft Carrier, it was also a single room.
Only this one had no lights on.
Arakawa Reina leaned against the bed, holding up her phone, with the glow of the screen illuminating her face.
In the darkness, that face actually seemed to exude a bit of the chill from a horror movie.
Yet, her beautiful features prevented it from being too frightening.
