but for some reason, the distance between them didn’t increase. They were so close that their legs might bump at any moment. “Alya-san? Aren’t we a bit too close?” “Really? Isn’t it just your imagination?” “No, it’s too close!” As he spoke, she pushed herself onto him again, causing Masachika to hastily retreat. At this point, there was no dancing left. Masachika was simply doing his best not to trip on Alisa’s legs or fall over. I thought she’d be much calmer than last year! He struggled to concentrate on his footwork, but the soft sensation of her legs pressing against his was distracting. Geez, isn’t she more aggressive than last year!? Although his mind was in turmoil from the soft pressure against his chest, even so, Masachika didn’t lower his gaze. He knew that if he did, his eyes would be drawn into the deep, mysterious valley. Hah, I won’t fall for Slit’s trap! Having already lost control of his composure, Masachika awkwardly moved his feet around. Alisa relentlessly closed in on him, her smile taking on a sadistic edge. Fufu, where did your confidence from earlier go? Sensing that he was thinking about another woman during the dance, she pushed her body against him, partly to chide him. But his state of panic was more intense than she anticipated. Watching Masachika’s eyes dart back and forth, she enjoyed the sense of playing with him. That’s right, just focus on the fact that I’m wearing this bold dress and dancing with you! Drawing him in with both hands to ensure he couldn’t escape, she herself pressed closer. In response, Masachika swiftly adjusted his position with an astonishing reaction time.