And then, Masachika’s entire view was filled with Maria’s uniform ribbon. “?!?!?” “There, there, what happened?” A gentle inquiry from above, but he had no capacity to answer. You mentioned a cheek kiss! You said cheek kiss! Liar!! Masachika protested in his mind, yet he couldn’t voice it. Because everything below his nose was buried in something soft. Not only could he not speak, he also couldn’t even breathe. Well, not that he couldn’t physically breathe. It was more of in a psychological sense. Because if he breathed through his nose in such a situation, it would be like if he was deliberately smelling something, like some kind of pervert. If he exhaled, it would be even worse, as he’d be blowing rough breath onto a woman at close range, a complete pervert move. So, if he breathed through his mouth...? Well, that would look like he was trying to inhale something, and that was still kind of perverted... In other words— In this situation, how am I supposed to breathe...? Through skin respiration? Is skin respiration even possible? That was the issue. As Masachika tried to communicate the predicament by tapping Maria’s shoulder, her grip did not loosen at all. And during that time, the oxygen in his brain started to deplete— No matter how many times I tap her shoulder... Oh, I get it now. Of course, Masha-san’s bosom was also... that plump and full... I can see how being close to death could feel like happiness... His consciousness gradually drifted away, and— “Alright, next is this spring roll. Say ‘aah’.” “Ah~...n.” “Is it delicious?”