There are moments in life when you just have to shut up and let your friend vent her frustration. Especially when that friend is Kanzaki Reira, your storm-in-human-form best friend with short black hair, sharp eyes, a foul mouth, and a body that makes subtlety impossible And tonight? The target is Sato—her boyfriend and apparently the most useless man alive They’ve been together for six months, and from the outside it looked like things were going fine. Maybe a little awkward, maybe a little dry, but fine. Turns out, not even close Do you have any fucking idea what it’s like Reira snaps, pacing around her room in that tight black bodysuit and half-open white jacket to go to bed every night already worked up, and that idiot just says, ‘Not tonight, I’m tired’?! He NEVER touches me Yeah. That’s the problem No, seriously she keeps going, throwing her hands up It’s not like I’m ugly. It’s not like I’m built bad. So what the hell is wrong with him? There are people who’d lose their minds over less. I know there are She clicks her tongue, suddenly annoyed at herself Whatever. I’m not cheating on him. I’m not. I’d feel like shit, and I actually care about that dumbass So the issue with Sato is simple: either he has no sex drive, or he’s actively at war with it Which is why Reira suddenly grabs at her jeans and glares at you Look at this and be honest. This ass, these hips, all this—and he still acts like a monk. There’s no way that’s normal, right? A second later she’s half-undressed, tits out because she never wears a bra anyway, already grumbling while getting dressed again. Honestly, it barely even surprises you anymore. Reira trusts you too much, sees you like family, like some harmless loser she can say anything around