Chapter 156: Call Me President!
The black Lexus sedan drove smoothly on the Tokyo highway, the scenery outside the windows gradually changing from the slightly messy Taito Ward to the Minato Ward filled with skyscrapers.
Sakamoto Ken leaned back on the soft leather seats in the back, his eyes closed as he rested.
He was rapidly constructing the image of the president of NESX Investment Company in his mind.
A person who could see the potential of Chainsaw Man just two months after its serialization began, overruled all objections, and lavishly spent hundreds of millions of yen to solely fund an S-class animation project…
This was definitely not an ordinary businessman.
He must possess extremely sharp insight and courage far beyond that of ordinary people.
Sakamoto Ken guessed that the other party was likely a decisive, middle-aged elite who had been immersed in the financial world for many years.
For such a person, the sole purpose of their investment was return.
His visit today, while ostensibly a “casual chat,” was actually likely the president’s “interview” for him.
He wanted to personally assess whether the author of Chainsaw Man was worth a longer-term investment.
“Sakamoto Sensei, we’ve arrived.”
Hanabe Kyoko’s voice came from the front.
Sakamoto Ken opened his eyes; the car had stopped by the roadside.
He looked out the car window; this was a street he had no memory of ever visiting.
Modern office buildings lined both sides, their glass facades reflecting the sunlight, making them glaringly bright.
“Please follow me.”
Hanabe Kyoko got out of the car and opened the door for him.
Sakamoto Ken slung the backpack containing the storyboard drafts over his shoulder and followed her into one of the buildings.
The lobby inside wasn’t particularly grand; it was just a typical office building.
On the floor directory sign on the first floor, Sakamoto Ken saw the name—
14F-15F: NESX Investment Company.
This company occupied two entire floors.
The elevator ascended smoothly.
The NESX company’s front desk was designed with extreme minimalism; the background wall only featured a metal relief logo of the company name.
Hanabe Kyoko swiped her card to pass through security and led Sakamoto Ken inside.
There weren’t many employees in the office area; each person had a spacious workstation. After all, for an investment company, what mattered most wasn’t the number of people, but the amount of money.
Hanabe Kyoko didn’t stop in the common office area but directly led him towards a corridor at the very back.
“Please wait in the office for a moment, the president will be here soon.” Hanabe Kyoko stopped in front of a thick wooden door and gently knocked.
Receiving no response from inside, she then turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
Sakamoto Ken walked into the spacious president’s office.
A massive floor-to-ceiling window occupied the entire wall, offering a panoramic view of the bustling streetscape of Minato Ward below.
A large, black walnut executive desk was placed in the center, with a black leather chair that looked quite expensive behind it, facing the doorway.
Two chairs for guests were arranged in front, while a sofa and a bookshelf were located to the side.
“Please, have a seat,” Hanabe Kyoko poured him a glass of water and placed it on the desk, “Please wait a moment.”
“Alright, thank you for your trouble.”
Hanabe Kyoko bowed slightly, turned, and withdrew from the office, gently closing the door behind her.
“Click.”
The door closed, and the room fell silent once more.
There wasn’t much of note within the office, so Sakamoto Ken took out the thick stack of storyboard drafts from his backpack.
He reread the key plot points of the Reze Arc.
When the president arrived later, he hoped to convince them on the spot to adapt the Reze Arc into an animated film.
Just as he was engrossed in the storyboard drafts, a faint, almost imperceptible aroma wafted into his nostrils.
It was very subtle, yet strangely familiar.
Sakamoto Ken frowned, savoring it carefully, but he didn’t delve deeper.
At that moment—
“Click.”
The lock on the office door made a faint turning sound.
Sakamoto Ken closed the storyboard drafts and turned towards the doorway, preparing to greet the legendary president.
The door was slowly pushed open.
The smile on Sakamoto Ken’s face froze completely the instant he saw the silhouette at the doorway.
The first thing that caught his eye were a pair of delicate feet in exquisite black high heels stepping into the office.
Moving his gaze upward, he saw slender calves clad in black thigh-high stockings, the material of which had a low-key, intricate dark pattern.
Further up, where the skirt reached the thigh, the lace trim at the top of the stockings created a strong visual impact against the fair skin below the skirt.
Sakamoto Ken remained seated, his gaze slowly moving upward in shock.
Past the waist that fit perfectly in his grasp, then scanning the slightly youthful chest…
Finally, it settled on a face he knew all too well, currently bearing a sly and triumphant smile.
Mikazuki Haruna?!
“Bang!”
Before Sakamoto Ken could even recover from the immense shock of the information, Mikazuki Haruna had already shut the office door heavily behind her.
Immediately after, a crisp “click”—
The door was locked from the inside by her.
Sakamoto Ken’s pupils contracted sharply. He looked at the girl before him, his Adam’s apple bobbed, feeling as if his brain was about to crash.
“Haru… Haruna? It’s you?!”
Mikazuki Haruna, in her high heels, made crisp “clack, clack, clack” sounds as she walked towards him step by step.
She didn’t answer immediately but walked around Sakamoto Ken and behind the large executive desk.
The girl extended a finger and lightly traced the surface of the desk, then agilely turned and sat down in the black leather chair.
She elegantly crossed her legs, rested her elbows on the tabletop, clasped her hands together, and rested her chin on them, her eyes narrowed as she looked at the still-frozen Sakamoto Ken.
The smile on her face grew more triumphant, her eyes flashing with a light that suggested a successfully pulled prank.
“What Haruna?”
The girl’s red lips parted slightly, her voice clear:
“—Call me President!”
The moment Mikazuki Haruna appeared at the doorway, countless thoughts raced through Sakamoto Ken’s mind.
He recalled the JUMP live broadcast event, the way Mikazuki Haruna looked at him with a knowing, almost mocking gaze as if she had everything under control when she appeared.
And on the opening day of Kanzaki Art Academy, when Natsume Mio excitedly discussed how she would voice act for Chainsaw Man’s anime, Mikazuki Haruna stood nearby, her expression one of disdain, even a hint of pity mixed with triumph.
And when Sakamoto Ken himself mentioned the animation adaptation project, her feigned perfunctory attitude, which was actually an attempt to conceal certain secrets…
He had thought she was a bit odd before, but now it all made sense.
Haruna, you’ve been preparing in secret all along.
Sakamoto Ken’s thoughts returned to that extravagant contract: an S-class sole investment, a monthly consultant fee of two million, and a ten-times breach of contract penalty.
He finally understood.
Why would an investment company dare to gamble so heavily, pouring hundreds of millions of yen into a manga that had only been serialized for two months and hadn’t even released its first volume yet, and even hire an industry heavyweight like Mizushima Seiji.
No matter how great Chainsaw Man’s potential was, this wasn’t normal business logic.
Either, like him, one clearly knew the future success of the work, or else…
The motivation for the investment itself was impure.
“A Jian, why do you look so nervous?” Mikazuki Haruna deliberately drew out her voice and said, “Surprised? I’m the investor in your work’s animation adaptation, you know.”
The expression on Sakamoto Ken’s face had completely returned to calm.
Not only was he not nervous, but he also crossed his legs.
“There’s nothing to be surprised about,” Sakamoto Ken said, meeting her gaze calmly, “I expected it.”
“Oh?” The triumphant smile on Mikazuki Haruna’s face instantly froze.
“You expected it?” she straightened her body slightly and said, “Ha, playing tough, are we? I had Hanabe-san handle all the external communications. NESX is a subsidiary of my father’s group, and it was only recently transferred to me. Even if you search online, you absolutely won’t find any information about me.”
Sakamoto Ken gently shook his head and smiled.
“I don’t need to investigate.”
Sakamoto Ken leaned back leisurely in his chair, his gaze assessing the girl who was trying to maintain her presidential dignity with amusement.
“In this world, besides you, I can’t imagine anyone else who would pour hundreds of millions of yen into an S-class animation project for my work when it’s only been serialized for two months,” Sakamoto Ken said.
Mikazuki Haruna explained, “Couldn’t it be because the company is optimistic about Chainsaw Man’s potential?”
Sakamoto Ken maintained a smile that was about eighty percent complete and then quietly gazed at the girl across the desk. He smiled slightly and said, “Because I know you like me, and it’s the kind of liking you even dream about. So, I wouldn’t be surprised even if you invested five hundred million or even a billion.”
“…?!”
Mikazuki Haruna’s body instantly stiffened; she even held her breath.
Mikazuki Haruna hadn’t expected him to directly bring up the matter of “liking,” and she appeared a little awkward.
After all, she had only truly said the words concerning “liking” once.
That was when they were looking at potential new studios, in a soundproof room, after testing various volumes to see if they could be heard from outside, she had spoken those words.
And as she spoke the last few words, her voice had become increasingly softer; Sakamoto Ken, who was outside the door, definitely hadn’t heard it.
In reality, her feelings for this “dream lover” who had appeared in her dreams from the very beginning, and was even the original author of the manga she was now creating, were very real and very strong.
However, she found that there were other competitors, such as Natsume Mio.
Mio’s large chest, to be honest, her strength was indeed formidable, and she was always trying to seduce Sakamoto Ken.
And besides Natsume Mio, there was another vague figure that she had been wary of.
In that memory, among the figures of the other two women, one she could confirm was Natsume Mio, but the other had yet to appear.
If that dream was about the “future,” Mikazuki Haruna felt that person could appear at any time.
Moreover, Mikazuki Haruna had a faint premonition: if Natsume Mio’s combat power was 5, then that woman was probably at least 10.
Therefore, Haruna felt she had to speed up her progress.
If it continued like this, she might not get the optimal timing, but Sakamoto Ken might already be completely drained— no, completely consumed.
Although Mikazuki Haruna had experienced that very long dream, in which she had a very deep and intimate relationship with Sakamoto Ken.
In reality, for her now, her experience in matters of the heart was still zero.
So she actually didn’t know how to face Sakamoto Ken in the current situation at all.
“You… you narcissistic guy…” Mikazuki Haruna felt her cheeks flush slightly, she pursed her lips and said in a small voice, “What liking, you’re not me, how can you say I lik… like you…”
The girl’s neck and ears burned along with her face.
All her pretense, all her self-perceived control, was so fragile in front of this man.
She was clearly here to confront him; she was the president!
Why?
In that memory, he was clearly someone she toyed with at her whim!
No, she couldn’t lose!
Especially not to that big-breasted, airheaded Natsume Mio!
She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the panic in her heart, and raised her head to meet Sakamoto Ken’s gaze.
“Yes, I like you,” she admitted outright, “So what? I like you, and I have money, so I’m investing in your work. To be honest, I’m your sugar mama, which is better than someone who only brings you bad-tasting bentos, right?”
Sakamoto Ken shook his head and said, “Firstly, Mio’s cooking is quite good, and her bentos are delicious. Secondly, I haven’t compared you two.”
“What do you mean?” Mikazuki Haruna felt Sakamoto Ken had a more important point to make.
Sakamoto Ken’s lips curved into a sunny, handsome, and sincere smile and he said, “So, Sugar Mama, late at night, when you’re alone in your room, do you often think of me?”
This was information Sakamoto Ken had obtained from Hoshihara Ai. Everything from the previous life was like a real dream, constantly appearing in her mind. And precisely because only his memories were clear in the entire dream, the emotions became more concentrated.
So, she said, she actually had strong feelings for him, especially at night when things were quiet, and those scenes would always appear before her eyes.
Hoshihara Ai had said so, and Natsume Mio had also said similar things, although not as clearly as Hoshihara Ai.
Since both of them were like that, Haruna would be no exception.
Sakamoto Ken paused intentionally, and under the girl’s nervous gaze, continued, “You, alone in your room, lying on your bed thinking of me, and then secretly rewarding yourself…”
Hearing this, Mikazuki Haruna asked with some confusion, “Reward? What reward?”
She pondered for a full five seconds before understanding a little, and after another two seconds, her eyes widened in realization.
“Hey hey! You, what are you talking about!” Mikazuki Haruna stared at Sakamoto Ken and said, “I didn’t do that! Who would think of you and do that!”
Sakamoto Ken shrugged and said, “Alright, alright, if you didn’t, you didn’t.”
“You still don’t believe me?”
“I believe you,” Sakamoto Ken said with a smile.
Mikazuki Haruna turned her head away and said, “Don’t say these weird things. I came to talk to you about the animation project.”
Sakamoto Ken nodded and said, “Then, President Mikazuki, what would you like to know?”
“I saw your storyboard drafts, Hanabe sent them to me. In any case, I understand the plot of the first season,” Mikazuki Haruna said.
Sakamoto Ken asked, “How was it?”
“It feels like the emotional development hasn’t progressed at all. Does Chainsaw Man have a heroine?” Mikazuki Haruna said.
“It’s not a romance manga,” Sakamoto Ken said.
Mikazuki Haruna said, “What about Power? And…”
“Makima,” Sakamoto Ken finished for her.
This guy didn’t seem very eager to bring up Makima.
Perhaps it was because Makima had already been taken by Natsume Mio, who had even changed Makima’s hairstyle and was going to be her voice actress, so Haruna had to find another character to identify with.
Mikazuki Haruna said, “Denji lives with Power all the time and fights together. Are you planning to draw their emotional arc?”
Sakamoto Ken said, “Do you think Power has romantic feelings for Denji, or vice versa? Would Denji like Power?”
Mikazuki Haruna thought carefully and then said, “Doesn’t Denji want to touch Power’s breasts? And Power even let him.”
Sakamoto Ken said, “Whose breasts does he not want to grope?”
Mikazuki Haruna was slightly taken aback and recalled the plot; it seemed to be true.
Makima, Power, and even Himeno, who had spat in his mouth, Denji seemed to be indiscriminate.
Mikazuki Haruna recalled the previous plot and felt that Makima held the highest position in Denji’s heart.
However, she always felt as if Denji saw Makima as a mother rather than a lover.
Mikazuki Haruna said, “So, with the Chainsaw Man, you don’t have a romantic storyline, right?”
Sakamoto Ken said, “If you’re referring to a romantic storyline like in a romance manga, then probably not, but take a look at these storyboard drafts.”
Sakamoto Ken had originally intended to discuss the Reze Arc animated film with the company’s president using these storyboards, but he didn’t expect Haruna to be the one to come out.
What can be done now?
The contract had already been signed, so he couldn’t go back on it, and it also stipulated breach of contract fees.
On the other hand, in a way, it was actually better if it were Haruna.
After all, although she put up a tough front, she was actually very easy to handle.
In his previous life, he was often suppressed by her, as he was completely reliant on the money she gave him, essentially being her kept man.
But things are different now.
Although she was the investor, Sakamoto Ken didn’t necessarily need the money.
Even without the copyright fees from her, Sakamoto Ken’s income wouldn’t be low.
The Chainsaw Man volumes were about to be released, and the royalty fees for the call for submissions were also due to arrive soon.
Besides, he could continue to create other manga.
He wouldn’t become a billionaire, but at least in Tokyo, he would be among the highest earners.
Mikazuki Haruna took the stack of storyboard drafts and looked at the numbers on them, saying with some surprise, “Didn’t you just finish up to episode 38? How did you already…”
Mikazuki Haruna flipped through them quickly, confirmed the numbers marked on the storyboard drafts, and then said with a shocked expression, “In three days, you drew from episode 38 to episode 52?”
Sakamoto Ken shrugged and said, “It’s nothing, just a basic operation.”
Mikazuki Haruna remembered when she drew the storyboard drafts; because in the memory of that dream, she had completely watched Sakamoto Ken’s manga, “Young Lady, Sniper Rifle, and Pantyhose!”, not just once, she had an impression of the entire plot and illustrations.
Drawing from memory, her speed was nowhere near Sakamoto Ken’s terrifying pace.
Although she had some memory of the storyboard designs, Mikazuki Haruna felt that some of the storyboards needed to be redesigned, and there were also some differences in the character portrayals.
So, with her thoughts flowing smoothly, she could complete about one episode’s worth of storyboard drafts per day, considering each episode has 20 pages, and she’d need a tea break after every few pages, right?
Then she would hand over the storyboard drafts to her four assistants for inking, background drawing, screentoning, and so on.
If she didn’t have those memories of this manga, she would absolutely not be able to complete the task of two updates per week.
Mikazuki Haruna began to flip through the storyboard drafts in her hands, page by page.
She looked very slowly.
She saw Reze taking Denji to the school at night, in the classroom, teaching Denji to swim in the swimming pool.
Mikazuki Haruna said with some surprise, “It’s a romantic storyline! Ken, you’re finally starting here? Is she the heroine from now on?”
Sakamoto Ken shook his head and said, “Finish reading the drafts you have first.”
Mikazuki Haruna turned the pages one by one, and as she read, her mood became heavier, her facial expressions fluctuating.
By the end, seeing Denji and Reze fall into the sea together, she thought the manga was going to end there.
Fortunately, they escaped to the beach together, and then Reze invited Denji to leave with her again, but Denji still refused.
Mikazuki Haruna gently hit the desk and said indignantly, “Why did you make Denji refuse Reze’s invitation? Isn’t living a secluded life with him good?”
She continued to turn the pages and saw the date appointment between Reze and Denji.
Denji was waiting at the coffee shop.
The scene shifted to Reze coming to the coffee shop for their date, but as she passed through an alley, the Angel Devil and Makima appeared, and a spear pierced Reze’s body.
The camera shifted forward; Denji was still sitting in the cafe, holding flowers, thinking of Reze.
However, Reze would never be able to come for the date.
Denji waited at the store until closing time, and upon returning home, he saw Power again.
Power wanted to take the flowers from Denji’s hand, but Denji firmly refused, even eating all the bouquets.
Mikazuki Haruna stared blankly at Sakamoto Ken, silent for a while, then said, “She… she just died like that?”
Sakamoto Ken nodded silently.
Mikazuki Haruna put the stack of storyboard drafts on the floor and said loudly, “No! No! Reze will revive later, right? After all, Makima died before, and even Denji died, but they both revived! So she will revive, right? They are devils and won’t die, right?”
Mikazuki Haruna’s emotions were slightly agitated; she clenched her fists and said, “That’s right! It’s all Makima’s fault! That bad woman!”
Only when her emotions calmed down slightly did she quietly say, “Actually, purely from a plot perspective, this is too exciting, and it’s a very complete story. I think these two volumes could even be made into a theatrical film.”
Sakamoto Ken said, “Originally, I thought the president of this company was a greasy middle-aged man who knew little about manga. I stayed up all night these past few days to finish the storyboards, intending to discuss the idea of a Reze Arc theatrical animated film with him.”
Mikazuki Haruna pursed her lips and said, “What? Does it have to be a greasy middle-aged man? Can’t it be a beautiful girl?”
Sakamoto Ken smiled slightly and said, “If it’s a beautiful girl, then even better.”
Mikazuki Haruna crossed her arms, looked at Sakamoto Ken, and said, “Then what are your thoughts? If you want to adapt this content into an animated film, I can invest in it too.”
Sakamoto Ken shook his head and said, “The contract we signed was only for a TV anime, and only for the first season. What you’re looking at now is content after the first season, and we haven’t signed a contract for that yet.”
Mikazuki Haruna became a little anxious, “Then do you plan to consider other companies?”
Sakamoto Ken said, “When the manga’s popularity becomes even higher in the future, it might become globally popular, and then bigger capital might come to invest, and I can earn more money.”
Mikazuki Haruna said, “What are you saying! Do they understand Chainsaw Man as much as I do? What if you give it to another company and they make a bad anime?”
Sakamoto Ken chuckled and said, “That depends on President Mikazuki’s sincerity.”
Mikazuki Haruna looked at the stack of storyboard drafts in her hands. She had originally intended to be in a superior position to Sakamoto Ken as the president, but now she felt like she was the one begging him.
She had been looking at the storyboard drafts for a long time, and it was already past 12 PM.
She had actually pre-ordered lunch and didn’t ask Sakamoto Ken for his opinion before having Hanabe deliver the ordered lunch.
Sakamoto Ken didn’t show any intention of refusing.
However, he also paid close attention to the time; it was just past 12 o’clock, and there was still plenty of time, as his appointment with Hoshihara Ai was for a nap, likely after 1 PM.
Hanabe Kyoko delivered two lunch boxes of sushi and sashimi platters, seemingly custom-ordered from a high-end restaurant.
Mikazuki Haruna even boasted, “This was reserved at a very famous place. How does it feel?”
Sakamoto Ken nodded and said, “Pretty good.”
“Then try it, the ingredients are very fresh.”
Sakamoto Ken said, “I mean cold dishes like sushi and sashimi, they’re quick to eat and can save time.”
He directly picked up several slices of sashimi with his chopsticks and put them into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
Mikazuki Haruna looked at him in surprise and said, “Are you eating like that, wolfing it down?”
Sakamoto Ken said, “I’m in a hurry today, I have very important matters later.”
Mikazuki Haruna asked doubtfully, “Important matters?”
Sakamoto Ken replied, “I’ve been drawing storyboards all night for days. My head is spinning now, and if I don’t get enough sleep, I might die suddenly at any moment.”
“The important thing you’re talking about is sleeping?”
Sakamoto Ken nodded as a matter of course, “Sleep is, of course, a very important thing.”
Sakamoto Ken added, “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been staying up all night these past few days.”
Mikazuki Haruna asked, “Then how long will you sleep for your nap?”
Sakamoto Ken shook his head, “I’ve been staying up so late, of course, I’ll just sleep until I naturally wake up.”
In just ten minutes, Sakamoto Ken had finished the entire box of high-class cuisine like a whirlwind.
Mikazuki Haruna opposite him watched him like this, but didn’t know what to say.
Sakamoto Ken said it was because of her that he stayed up late, and he did indeed look extremely tired.
Mikazuki Haruna asked, “Are you going back after you finish eating?”
Sakamoto Ken had just said he was going to take a nap, and now he truly felt a wave of fatigue wash over him.
He yawned, and this yawn was contagious, as Mikazuki Haruna also yawned.
Seeing that Sakamoto Ken didn’t reply, Mikazuki Haruna asked him, “Isn’t Natsume Mio at your studio?”
Sakamoto Ken said, “I told her not to make lunch today, and I don’t know if she’s there or not. Should I ask her now?”
Sakamoto Ken made a move to take out his mobile phone.
“Don’t! Why are you asking that!” Mikazuki Haruna quickly stopped him.
Sakamoto Ken said, “Since we’ve finished our discussion this morning, it’s time to go back.”
Mikazuki Haruna hadn’t intended to stop him, but because Sakamoto Ken suddenly brought up Natsume Mio, she pouted a little unhappily, looked at the room door in front of her, and picked up her phone to send a message.
Then, less than a minute later, she suddenly heard a “click” sound from the room door.
Mikazuki Haruna sat in her chair, crossed her arms, and smiled at Sakamoto Ken, saying, “The door is now locked from the outside, you can’t go back.”
Sakamoto Ken actually got up and tried the doorknob at the door.
The door was locked from the outside and could not be opened from the inside.
Sakamoto Ken looked at the scene before him and suddenly recalled certain times in his previous life.
He was locked in a black room and then forced by a certain young lady to not leave until the manuscript was finished, while she harassed him.
Sakamoto Ken sighed softly and looked at Mikazuki Haruna, who had already stood up and was walking towards him.
The curve of her lips indicated she was up to mischief.
Although he knew she wasn’t determined to keep him locked up and it was more of a joke, Sakamoto Ken didn’t insist on her opening the door.
He couldn’t beg her; she would take advantage of any concession, so she had to beg him.
Sakamoto Ken simply sat down on the sofa, then reclined sideways, lying half on the sofa.
“I don’t mind, I can rest anywhere. How about I just sleep in your office for a bit?”
Mikazuki Haruna hadn’t expected him to not demand to leave, so she nodded in agreement.
Mikazuki Haruna said, “Alright, you sleep here.”
“You’re not going to do anything strange while I’m sleeping, are you?” Sakamoto Ken said.
Mikazuki Haruna scoffed and said, “No way! What are you thinking about? Are you perhaps expecting me to do something strange to you?”
Sakamoto Ken shook his head, ignored her further, and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep slowly.
He was indeed exhausted today, having stayed up all night consecutively, woken up very early today, and then immediately started rushing his manuscript.
Gradually, the world in front of him plunged into darkness.
It was unclear how much time had passed.
When Sakamoto Ken’s vision regained light, he found himself sitting at a desk in an apartment, with some drawings and drawing tools on the desk.
Sakamoto Ken furrowed his brow, feeling that this dream seemed a bit off.
He looked around, trying to stand up.
But as soon as he tried to stand up, he found his feet were fixed to the chair legs.
Looking down, he saw that his feet were shackled with handcuffs, the other end locked to the crossbar of the chair.
Hearing movement behind him, Sakamoto Ken immediately turned his head.
Then he saw Mikazuki Haruna standing there with a look of surprise.
She looked down at her own hands and feet, lifted the hem of her skirt, and looked at her attire.
Her gaze then fell back on Sakamoto Ken, and their eyes met.
