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The far edge of the outskirts, where even the streetlights were dim.

I couldn't say how relieved I was when I spotted the clearing marked on the map.

It had been nothing more than walking.

Except for the red lead between Sonya and me, it had been an ordinary activity.

I knew that too.

That this was a grotesque walk that no one could be allowed to discover.

If I made even the slightest mistake, not only would Sonya's reputation be tarnished, but all of us might be branded a bunch of perverts.

My nape, stiff from keeping watch in every direction, ached.

The palm gripping the lead attached to the collar was already so drenched in sweat that it felt slippery.

A strange sense of immorality and an indescribable pleasure...