"Ugh...what are you doing!"
Black Hearted Lolita exclaimed, turning her head to glare at him fiercely. Unfortunately, her expression seemed a bit odd at the moment, and her fierce little eyes felt soft and gentle, lacking any real momentum, making her look somewhat like she was pouting.
"Putting suntan lotion on you... Don't need it on your thighs?"
"Fine, fine, just do it... but say something first!" Asano Nazuki blushed, starting to act irrationally, as if trying to hide her embarrassment in this way.
Shirakawa Sawahei thought about it and decided he couldn't get sent to the "404 black room" again, so he decided to let Black Hearted Lolita handle her thighs and other areas herself to avoid tarnishing his reputation as the innocent protagonist.
"You can manage the rest yourself. I've pretty much got your back covered."
"What... so fast... No, no way! Pretty Boy, you can't run away! You promised to help me finish applying it!"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!"
