습도, 당도, 밀도

あらすじ

Buzz, buzz. A cicada hidden in the shade cried as if it were about to burst, and beneath the blazing sun appeared a strange man. “Narim.” The man’s voice was cool, without a single drop of sweat. “I think I’ve played along with you enough. Stop joking around and come here, Eun Narim.” “Do you… know me? How do you know me?” Narim’s complexion changed with surprise. For a moment, she even seemed glad. Then the man let out a deep sigh. “…Amnesia?” All the better. This time, Eun Narim, I guess I’ll try seducing you.