[ Her shoulders start to slack with indecision. Perhaps if she had simply followed through, it would have just been Kazuma on the floor, naked, as it was meant to be, but she can already feel her feet start to slip as his weight pulls her down.
No. She definitely shouldn't. But it is too late.
In the next moment, the wind is knocked out of her chest, and there's no telling whether the squeaking is from Susato herself or their feet scraping against the floor. She lands on top of Kazuma, dropping like a rock.
Some really undignified noise escapes from her lips. In her head, it was a curse. ]
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No. She definitely shouldn't. But it is too late.
In the next moment, the wind is knocked out of her chest, and there's no telling whether the squeaking is from Susato herself or their feet scraping against the floor. She lands on top of Kazuma, dropping like a rock.
Some really undignified noise escapes from her lips. In her head, it was a curse. ]