"Ugh—"
I don't know how much time passed, but eventually, the two clumsy silhouettes clinging together in the seductive night finally separated a bit.
A fine silver thread broke away at the edge of their lips.
Kamiyagawa Masatada was ready to let go of Hannya, but she, on the other hand, gripped him even tighter.
"Hannya?"
Immediately afterward, Hannya leaned in again and suddenly bit down hard on Kamiya's lips!
"Ugh!"
As an "immortal" who had long experienced death and revival, Kamiya could endure this bit of pain on his skin.
Realizing that Kamiya was hurt, Hannya unceremoniously pushed him away with a hand, huffing as if avenged.
"No matter what, you're still a jerk."
She quickly covered her face with the smiling mask.
Now that her flushed face was hidden, Hannya seemed to revert to her usual disdainful self towards Kamiya.