"Se~nior~!"
Kasahara Asuka stood beside him, bending over to look at him.
Her delicate little face puffed up with anger, and as she leaned in close, the sweet and distinctive scent of oranges, unique to her, filled the air. Fujiwara Reya had no choice but to lean back on the sofa, feeling increasingly uneasy.
Now he was blocked on both sides and in front, with the sofa back at his rear, leaving him no way out.
"What's wrong?" he asked cautiously.
Kasahara Asuka pouted her tempting, glossy lips and glanced at Natsuki Kuri: "Who is better, me or this woman?"
Who's better?
Fujiwara Reya was momentarily lost in thought.
The junior was spoiled and had a terrible personality, but she was unexpectedly good to him; the aunt was beautiful and gracious, understood him well, but he couldn't handle her.
