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"Ne, Yuta?"
"Hm?"
"Would you like it better if I dressed like Lily?"
Sakurai tilted his head. "You mean like cosplay?" Sakurai asked.
"N-no. I meant if I dressed cuter. You know. Like Lily," Morioka said.
"Oh!" Sakurai said, smiling. "I think Moriko is already cute on her own."
"But isn't there something you'd like to see me in? Something you'd like me to wear?" Morioka asked.
Sakurai pumped his fist. "Sweat pants and an oversized hoodie!" he said.
"Eh?!"
Sakurai nodded. "I think Moriko looks very cute in that!"
"Somehow I feel like you're making fun of me," Morioka said, frowning.
"Actually, there's something I never told you," Sakurai said. "Remember that time before we were dating when I lent you my clothes?"
Morioka nodded. Sakurai blushed.
"Well...the truth is...when I saw you in that hoodie, I was so turned on it was embarrassing."
"Eh?"
"It's just you were so small, you were swimming in them! And whenever you bent over I could see your cleavage!"
"EH?!"
"And...and, I could see your nipples poking out under the sweatshirt, and I knew you weren't wearing any underwear underneath them..."
"My nipples?!" Morioka squeaked.
"Oh god," Sakurai said. He grabbed his head in his hands. "I'm such a pervert! What must you think of me?!"
"I guess it's a good thing we're already married," Morioka said.