speaking, about half of her upper chest was visible. Quite the amount of cleavage. Yeah, I see. Reminds me of that thing where sexy Onee-san characters in manga sometimes store and retrieve their phones from their cleavage. I feel like she could pull that off. He instinctively tried to escape with his usual otaku-like thoughts, but it immediately backfired as the image of an Onee-san character in his mind was swapped with the current appearance of Alisa, and Masachika quickly shook his head to quell such thoughts. But seriously! With that much cleavage showing, you’d definitely see her bra, right?! If not, then could she mayne be a bra with that kind of shape, or maybe... could it be a braless— He almost found himself wanting to double check, but he quickly slapped his own cheeks and forced himself to face forward before he could do so. Then, the image of Slit-paisen saying “I made it,” flashed in his mind, and Masachika clenched his back teeth. Oi, Slit!!! You can’t expect her to appear in an outfit like this in front of all the other students! Who said she should go this far?! But it’s an incredibly splendid job! Thank you very much! As he mentally shouted in frustration, Alisa shot him a cold, piercing gaze. “Is this maybe to your preference?” “No, it’s probably more accurate to say it’s something to do with Slit’s hobby. Or rather, her trade.” “...Hmm.” Masachika answered immediately so as not to be misunderstood, yet he still couldn’t help but feel a skeptical gaze poking at his cheeks. But just then, music began playing from the schoolyard, and both of them instinctively turned their gaze in that direction. And then, almost simultaneously, their eyes met. “Ah.”