Chapter 29

“Natsu, I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do.” Hashimoto Arina reached her hands under Shirakawa Natsu’s armpits, placed them on the back of his head, and pulled him close to her chest, tears streaming down her face again.

Shirakawa Natsu rubbed her face against the soft, sweet flesh, feeling a sense of healing. Why would anyone want to be so direct with something so sacred? Could it be that it produces a strange, blasphemous pleasure? “Ayana-nee, give me two years. By then, I will tell the whole world, and we will stay together forever.”

The two hugged for a while,…