August 13th—Obon had arrived.
During this time, Wataru and his companions were taking a break from work, with no plans for any business meetings. The outside temperature was a scorching 35 degrees, and ideally, Wataru would have preferred to spend the entire day lounging in his air-conditioned home.
"Haa... it's so hot, so unbearably hot…"
Marielle, who was in charge of cooking, was fanning herself weakly. Given the heat of the kitchen, it made sense she would feel it more intensely. She had taken to wearing one of Wataru's shirts and was flapping the hem to let the air-conditioned breeze cool her down.
Each time she did, her waist, toned stomach, and navel peeked out, teasing Wataru's restraint. His gaze was involuntarily drawn to her. He couldn't understand how she managed to maintain such a slim figure compared to her ample breasts and curves.
It was a mystery of the female body.