Aozawa was sweating profusely.
For the first time in his life, he felt a sense of crisis.
Inside, the living room lights were bright, and eight dishes with two soups were steaming slightly on the table.
The tall black-haired beauty changed into a pure white prince's uniform, tightly buttoned at the chest, seemingly intentionally a size too small, with buttons barely holding together and about to burst.
Her pants also seemed particularly snug, as if to forcefully outline the curves of her legs, somewhat reminiscent of yoga pants.
A Western sword hung at her waist.
Morimoto Chiyoda wore a fully beaming smile, holding in her right hand a luxurious princess gown, and in her left hand a golden wig, along with perfume and lipstick.
"Aozawa, you've agreed to play Sleeping Beauty for them, surely you wouldn't mind playing Sleeping Beauty with me as well."
Her soft, charming voice was infused with laughter, her eyes curving into crescent moons, her expression extremely kind.
