[She gives a shrug that screamed "I'unno". The probably with doing so, and where they were at now, was that Ibaraki had found herself nestled into Musashi's soaked chest and see-through clothes.
The whole busty thing was reminding her too much of a certain you-know-who.
Also, also, unfortunately for Musashi... Iba-chan has horns. Sharp, pointy, sensitive to the touch horns that also jut upwards along her chest and towards her face. All the while crimson hands reached up towards the swordwoman's chest to extricate her reddening face.
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The whole busty thing was reminding her too much of a certain you-know-who.
Also, also, unfortunately for Musashi... Iba-chan has horns. Sharp, pointy, sensitive to the touch horns that also jut upwards along her chest and towards her face. All the while crimson hands reached up towards the swordwoman's chest to extricate her reddening face.
This. Was. Not. Part. OF THE PLAN!]