"I'm here, Aron. Did you miss me?"
At the sound of that voice, Arthur turned his head and saw an extraordinarily beautiful woman walking toward him with graceful steps.
Her face was flawless, with a chiseled jawline as if sculpted by the gods themselves.
Her fiery red hair flowed in long waves down her back.
Wearing a red dress that suited her perfectly, it was hard not to notice her curves.
Her huge breasts and perfectly round buttocks—like ripened peaches—were impossible to ignore.
Any man who laid eyes on her would surely be captivated by her presence—including Arthur himself.
'What an unbelievably beautiful woman,' he praised inwardly, filled with admiration.
In both his past life in Japan and now, this was the first time he had seen someone so breathtaking.
Even Sharon, the girl he had always considered the most beautiful, paled in comparison.
Of course, that was because Sharon was still a teenager.
