After the first few pages, all Tsukiko could hear was the sound of her own voice, her mind reading through the scandalous lines of this book. What was this? How could this even…why would anyone even enjoy this? It’s not like she was enjoying this, after all! This was just…research! Research to see how far others have fallen into depravity due to the influence of this book!

Snow-white skin began to redden as the contents of the book became hotter and hotter. Euphemisms Tsukiko was never aware of had now been scorched into her mind. She could never look at a cucumber the same way again. A tingling sensation blossomed in the pit of her stomach, a nervous anxiety as she continued to go through what could only be described as a hot, messy wreckage. Too hot. Her body was too hot. She was becoming light-headed. This was almost intoxi-

[i]"Is that my book?”[/i]

Tsukiko literally jumped up, slamming her head into the overarching roof of the wagon. With a splintering crack, the wood was flung off, and the horse neighed in surprise at the loud sound. Whipping around, she said, voice shrill, [b]“T-this is filthy! Why would you bring this to a mission? I-it’s not about gardening at all!”[/b]