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Shinazugawa’s gaze flicked down to my overly exposed breasts, before he stepped forward and started to adjust the fabric of my kosode. Surprised, my eyebrows shot up and my eyes widened at the (very) unexpected contact. Though his face was already a bright pink from my earlier teasing, the color seemed to darken to a crimson-like shade as he came to find that the fabric was too tight and wouldn’t move. I saw the moment his mind blanked, gears in his head turning rapidly to try to find something