After taking his dose of perv-beating from both Serica and Yura, Kentaro finally got himself dressed. His mind wandered, not just to Aria's story and the pain she had gone through, but also to one other thing.
A very, very vivid memory he couldn't erase.
The sensation of soft warmth pressing against his face.
The full-body view of a girl who looked like a fallen angel sprawled across the floor.
Two bouncing reminders that no man alive could forget.
Kentaro froze mid-thought and blushed furiously, staring into his clothes as if the fabric itself might save him from sin. He quickly shook his head, muttering under his breath, begging forgiveness from God, before finally heading outside.
There, waiting for him, was Aria.
