There was no way around it,
the class president's legs were practically the most perfect he had ever seen.
Her calves were slender and firm, her thighs white and fleshy without being too excessive—if she were to wear a leg ring that left a faint mark on her supple thigh, for Haruka Yuzan, that would be the ultimate knockout.
The girl sat on the chair, her cool eyes constantly watching the scene inside the grill, the fan in her hand constantly fanned, pulling the holy goddess back into reality....
A girl struggling with charcoal fire?
Unfortunately, the pitch-black charcoal lay in the grill slot, showing no intention of igniting itself.
However, the young lady didn't give up because of this. Instead, she picked up a piece of cardboard, lit it, and placed it in the slot, then sped up the movement of her hands in an attempt to prove herself again.
Haruka Yuzan glanced at the time, four fifty. Reiko Onodera was about to get off work,