The story begins with an eight-foot-tall lady surrounded by ghost story ladies.

These thoughts flashed through my mind.

Natsume Fanyu looked again at the woman's face, which was so exquisite it was almost unreal.

Her facial features are so perfectly proportioned that they seem unreal, but it is precisely because they are so perfect that it is obvious to everyone that they are not real.

It's like someone spending a hundred years trying to decipher the character "人" (person), knowing every stroke and line by heart, yet never actually writing it by hand.

So when he finally picked up his pen, the characters he wrote were exactly the same in every stroke, but they lacked the imperfect brushstrokes that only a living person would have.

"Okusan," he said softly.

The eight-foot-tall lady stood quietly beside him, her gaze also fixed on the woman with the gap.

Those usually aloof eyes held no wariness, no hostility, and no scrutiny at this moment.

Rather, it is a kind of resonance.

Because the eight-foot-tall lady recognized the longing in the woman with the gap.

It wasn't greed to harm anyone, nor was it ambition to seize anything.

I just wanted to... touch it.

Touch that living, warm, breathing world.

Touch that place she always watches from the cracks, but can never truly enter.

She was like that once too.

Until he met Natsume Fanyu.

"Fanyu".

When Madam Bachi spoke, her voice was a notch lower than usual.

"Um."

"She's not bad."

Natsume Fanyu turned and glanced at her.

In the morning light, the profile of the eight-foot-tall lady remained serene and dignified, as if untouched by worldly affairs.

Like a bodhisattva who shouldn't exist in this world, yet possessing a body that makes one want to commit a crime.

But he read something in her eyes that she didn't say aloud.

This woman with the gap looks a lot like me.

Natsume Fanyu did not respond to that sentence.

He simply raised his hand, his fingers lightly brushing against the back of Madam Bachi's hand.

"I know."

These three short words made even the eight-foot-tall lady pause in her breath.

The voluptuous, almost sinful body beneath the white shirt trembled slightly at the touch, which lasted less than a second.

The curve swayed slightly, creating a noticeable undulation beneath the taut fabric.

A warm feeling welled up from the deepest part of the spirit.

That warmth had nothing to do with desire, nor with the urge to be possessed; it was only related to one thing:

He got it.

He understood why she thought this woman with the gap wasn't bad.

He understood without asking any questions.

For someone like Madam Bachi, being "understood" was more agonizing than any physical touch.

Natsume Fanyu withdrew his gaze and looked back at the woman in the gap.

The time-stopping effect of the chaotic clapper continues.

Mayuko Ogata remained motionless in that half-undressed nightgown position, like a fine jade statue.

The straps of her half-undone nightgown were still tangled around her forearm, as if a single breath of trembling would cause it to fall completely.

The parts that the fabric barely covered appeared even fuller because of their precarious, almost-falling-off posture.

The woman behind her remained motionless, her exquisitely beautiful face still buried in the nape of Ogata Mayuko's neck.

If that face could make expressions right now...

Her expression now should be one of satisfaction, yet also a touch of regret.

Because she finally achieved her desire, but she still hasn't been able to fully experience what it's like to be a human being.

"Fan Yu, what are your plans to do?"

The eight-foot-tall lady spoke again, asking a question.

Natsume Fanyu did not answer immediately.

His gaze shifted from the woman in the gap to Mayuko Ogata, whose clothes were half undone.

Despite the beautiful spring scenery before his eyes, Natsume Fanyu's gaze remained calm.

It's not the kind of calm that comes from forcibly suppressing desires, but rather like looking at a painting that's been blown askew by the wind.

It needs to be straightened out, that's all.

This is also his current thought.

"Before dealing with this ghost story lady, I think we should help Ms. Ogata get dressed first."

"Otherwise, when she regains consciousness, she'll find herself standing naked in her bedroom with a strange man standing in front of her."

"Given the personality of this legal queen, it will be very troublesome to explain."

Madam Bachi looked at him, her clear, cold eyes narrowing slightly.

"Are you going to help her yourself?"

The tone of the sentence was very light, so light that it sounded like a casual question.

But Natsume Fanyu noticed that when she said the word "personally," the last syllable was a notch lower than before.

It was not a warning, nor an interrogation, but a tentative confirmation.

It's like placing your hand on the hilt of a sword first, waiting for your answer before deciding whether to draw it.

Natsume Fanyu turned to look at the eight-foot-tall lady, and without the slightest hesitation, said without thinking:

"I don't think it's necessary."

His gaze moved from the eight-foot-tall lady's cool eyes to her slightly pursed lips, and then to her arms crossed in front of her.

That posture pushed the shirt collar open even further, exposing the deep cleavage almost entirely to the morning light.

"If Okusan doesn't mind, it would be most appropriate for you to help Ms. Ogata get dressed."

The eight-foot-tall lady's arm loosened slightly.

"Or..." Natsume Fanyu tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the gap girl pressed against Ogata Mayuko's back.

"I can also use 'Spirit Binding' to control this ghost story lady and help her get dressed again."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Lady Hachikami has arrived in front of Mayuko Ogata.

Morning light streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the silhouettes of the two people in a pale gold hue.

One was a nearly three-meter-tall woman wearing an ill-fitting men's shirt.

Another is the legal queen, whose image was captured in a semi-nude moment.

The two people stood facing each other, one moving and one still, one big and one small, like a strangely composed ukiyo-e painting.

Lady Hachiko lowered her head, then reached out and placed her hand on the suspender strap that had slipped off Mayuko Ogata's forearm, slowly lifting the strap up from the middle of her forearm.

Then comes the front placket.

The front of the bathrobe was still open.

Mayuko Ogata's fair upper edge below her collarbone was still exposed to the air.

The eight-foot-tall lady's hand slowly slid along the edge of that curved line, gathering the front of her nightgown from both sides towards the middle, inch by inch covering that dazzlingly white skin.

After the front is closed, the last thing is the belt.

The belt fell to the edge of the bed. When Madam Bachi bent down to reach it, her shirt collar was wide open, and her deep cleavage almost fell out of the collar.

She straightened up, wrapped the belt around Mayuko Ogata's waist, and held the two ends of the belt with both hands on either side.

Mayuko Ogata has a very thin waist, the kind of thinness that only women who maintain self-discipline over a long period of time can achieve.

But compared to Lady Bachi's own waist, it was still a size smaller.

The waist of the eight-foot lady was so thin that only a three-meter-tall spirit could grow, so narrow that it could be grasped in one hand, forming a breathtaking teardrop-shaped drop with her broad shoulders and plump hips.

She tied a knot in front of Mayuko Ogata's abdomen.

It's like a bathrobe that's never been taken off.