"Ugh~"
On the third floor of the club building, near the men's restroom closest to the Wind Instrument Club activity room.
"Wrong." With her hands bracing against the front wall and her school skirt hoisted to her waist, Mayi Asuka, facing away from Dubian Che, winced in pain and turned to say.
"You need to aim lower." Saying so, she reached out to help him herself.
Dubian Che followed those fair and slender hands with his gaze, slowly moving downward.
The [correct] characters seemed as if typed out by a computer, unnaturally neat – exactly Dubian Che's usual writing style.
'It's over, I've left evidence, Jiutiao Meijie will catch me.'
Without any time to care, Dubian Che grabbed her hand and violently shook it off.
...
The sun squeezed through the gaps in the curtains, and the quilt was thrown in the corner of the wall.
"..."
Before Dubian Che could clear his thoughts, a surging urge to urinate made him leap up from the bed in an instant.
