Phew...

Ah!

Momi-chan, I can see your tits!

I'm sorry for showing you something so unsightly...

What's with that reaction... Your upbringing was too good...

...And that's what happened earlier.

Which would you prefer, an eye transplant or a brain transplant?

This anger and sadness is all Hata-tan's, so I won't give it to anyone.

I don't expect you'll understand.

This conversation isn't that difficult to understand though.

But Aya, you don't look that mad.

Even though Hata-tan isn't sitting all the way down as a counter like always.

Hatate, when anger exceeds its limit, you get a sort of calmness.

Thank goodness.

I'm still not relaxing my muscles.

Since even Hata-tan couldn't react to Momi-chan sneaking up on her.

There are things the one you love don't want to be known.