Lena crouched low on all fours as her slender muscles coiled like springs ready to explode. The moon hadn't shown up yet, but she was already on edge. Her blue eyes sharpened, turning to sleek, animalistic slits as she narrowed her sights on the boy calmly walking down the street—
Lucas Gray.
"Tch…"
She clicked her tongue.
Next, she leaned forward slightly, making her skirt ride up as her toned buttocks lifted just a little
Her face hardened like stone.
『Alright… first, I'll catch up to that little pervert.』
A sudden gust of wind whipped through the alleyway.
FWOOSH!
Before she could react, it flew right up her skirt.
"KYAA—!"
She squeaked.
The tough-guy act evaporated in an instant.
Her entire body jolted like a frightened squirrel, and she flailed for a second before slapping a hand to the back of her skirt to pull it down as much as possible. Her face flushed redder than chili soup, lips trembling like she was about to cry.
"Sh-, Should've worn a longer one…!"
