"FOR DRYING OFF!" cried Himawari, trying to distract from... everything Nadeshiko had said. Why was she just running her mouth like that?! Why was she so willing to have this seen as... as... exactly what she had been trying to do?! Flushed and annoyed, Himawari maintained her position in a bid to try and keep the other girl covered up. At least the yakuza princess wasn't saying anything weird or embarrass-

"Girlfriend?!" Himawari was stunned. The brown-haired girl hadn't said anything to indicate that at all! She made to protest, but just had Nadeshiko's clothing handed over to her. She stared at it for a moment, and finally shook her head, managing to summon her words. "Sh-she's not my girlfriend! Don't say things like that!"

She turned to the black-haired girl, and... and... for a moment, found herself... looking. Nadeshiko... Nadeshiko was kind of... cute, really, she... her pale skin, her body... For a few moments, Himawari found herself eyeing Nadeshiko's legs, and then going up, her thighs... her... her... well, the panties might as well have not been there really... and her hips, her stomach, her flat chest and her pi-

Himawari rapidly shook her head, her cheeks flushing deeply. Where had that come from?! She swiftly turned away, thrusting the black-haired pervert's clothing towards her.

"P-put something on already!"