Himawari froze.

She... she felt it, she felt... there were hands. Hands on flesh. Hands on flesh that they really, really shouldn't be on... holding... and... and... trembling as she felt them squeezing her... her backside... Himawari slowly, slowly turned to look over her shoulder... and stared blankly for a few moments at what she saw. Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of scarlet. In fact, her entire body felt like that. She was so very embarrassed already, and now, and now... Kazamatsuri Nadeshiko was squeezing her rear end!

And on top of that she could see the embarrassing kitten print on her underwear but that wasn't the point!

"Wh-wh-wha... wha..." the brown-haired girl quivered, for a moment utterly unable to find her words. She stared at the black-haired pervert who had latched onto her backside, her entire body trembling, until finally... finally... "P-PERVERT WH-WHAT I-IS WRONG W-WITH Y-YOU?!"

Himawari knew the girl was perverted, but... but... this... this was just... just... how could she even just go and.. go...

She finally attempted to move, trying to pull away... and instead of actually getting anywhere, she tripped and found herself toppling towards the ground and flopping to the floor heavily.

"... S-stupid... wh-why...?"