"Of course you can~ You try it too. Spread your legs a bit more, yes, lower your body... I want to see your little kitty too~ It must be very cute~"
She pushed open the door.
In the spacious and luxurious living room.
The floor-to-ceiling windows, which could overlook most of Hell's Kitchen, were covered by curtains.
The desk lamp held by Perona projected a warm yellow halo onto the off-white wall.
Reze wore only a loose sweatshirt and shorts. Her emerald-green eyes shimmered with a playful light under the lamp. With her hands crossed in front of her head, fingers nimbly curled, and legs fully folded, she squatted in the light and shadow, displaying amazing flexibility.
The shadow she projected on the wall perfectly presented the shape of a sitting cat.
Reze's Little Kitty
"See, it's simple, right?" Reze smiled, looking at the clumsy Sumire beside her.
At this time, Sumire had black short hair covering her ears. She looked very small, like a student who hadn't grown up yet, but she was wearing an oversized gray long-sleeved pajama. The collar hung loosely to one side, revealing her delicate collarbones.
Because the pajama was so large it could cover her buttocks, she only wore a pair of cotton panties underneath.
Thus, those two slender, snow-white thighs without a trace of fat were exposed to the air without any cover.
They swayed slightly with her movements, as if unconsciously plucking at the heartstrings of the women present.
At this moment, this "little thing" was trying hard to learn Reze's way of fully squatting, while also twisting her hands into the shape of cat whiskers.
"It clearly looks simple... but why doesn't it look right?"
Sumire's little face flushed red; her body naturally wasn't as flexible as Reze's.
"Ouch!"
Sure enough, her center of gravity became unstable. Sumire's foot slipped, and she sat directly on the thick carpet, falling backward. A corner of the gray pajama's hem lifted, revealing a large area of dazzling white skin, looking both embarrassed and cute.
"Horo-horo-horo-horo!"
Perona laughed so hard she couldn't catch her breath, the light from the lamp in her hand trembling.
"Lord Sumire is so funny! Your shadow doesn't look like a cat; it looks like a squashed frog! Horo-horo!"
"Shut up, Perona!" Sumire tried to climb up huffily, her cheeks stained with a layer of pink due to shame and indignation.
Reze watched this scene, her heart skipping a beat.
How could she be so cute?
She is clearly the Master who gave me new student, the villainous leader controlling everything behind the scenes.
Yet her main body is such a soft, fragrant little thing that bristles at the slightest touch.
Seeing her sitting on the floor with her white legs exposed so defenselessly, I really want to... pull her into my arms and make her show even more interesting expressions.
Before Sumire could sit steadily, an exquisite face with a mischievous grin enlarged before her eyes.
Reze suddenly reached out and pulled the tiny Sumire into her arms.
"Sumire-chan~~ how can you be so cute~"
"What... mmph?!"
Before Sumire could react, Reze had already lowered her head and taken a bite of her soft, slightly baby-fat cheek.
"What are you doing! Let go! What's your zodiac sign? Why are you biting people?"
Sumire's eyes welled up with tears from the pain, her hands flailing in Reze's arms. But this damn Synesthesia made her not only feel the moist heat from Reze's tongue but also the soft texture of her own cheek.
Perona's face flushed red as she watched, and she couldn't help but cover... Kumashi's eyes.
Just then.
"Click."
The sound of a door closing rang out.
Makima stood at the door, shoes still on, looking expressionlessly at the two women on the carpet.
Expressionless Makima
The air in the living room gradually became awkward.
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