Gary Smith shook his head at her words, looked into her eyes, and said earnestly:
"The Club President earlier was really cool and made me feel very secure."
Well, with girls, especially rich ones, you need to flatter them more. Only when they're happy can you hold onto their coat-tails.
Moreover, it's precisely because Dream of the Crimson Moon considered him a friend that she protected him.
Never... never should one betray anyone's good will.
"Hmm."
Dream of the Crimson Moon nodded blandly. Gary had become accustomed to her apathetic demeanor and turned to collect the spoils of the recent battle. The Special Warfare Team from the Special Section was due to arrive soon.
As he was turning around, Dream of the Crimson Moon's eyes morphed into the shape of a heart. Her tail, also shaped like a heart, rose and twined around her white silk-covered thighs, tightening to leave a red mark, showing her inner turmoil.
Was he... really cool?