D?
All the women in the store cast envious glances, and the group of customers who were originally discussing their sizes loudly became more subdued.
Holding the lingerie handed over by the clerk, Natsuki Kuri shot a "you know what I mean" look at Fujiwara Reya, grabbed Kasahara Fumi's wrist, and said, "Come on, let's go try it together. We can just compare our figures."
Kasahara Fumi had no time to object, as she was dragged away.
Behind them, Kasahara Asuka, with a sulky face, stared at Natsuki Kuri's back, racking her brains on how to defeat him, so that her senior would know: she, Asuka, was the best woman in the world!
"Asuka."
"Hm?"
Kasahara Asuka turned her face to look at him, the lights tinting her long orange-red hair.
"Don't forget this." Fujiwara Reya reached out his hand, with two earrings reflecting the light in his palm.
"What is that?" Kasahara Asuka blinked suspiciously.
