C143 Castration

The wind of early summer was still a little cold. It blew up the girl's black, wide sleeves, like the wings of the most beautiful Black Phoenix Tail Butterfly, or like the petals of a black peony that was opened by the summer wind.

She was elegant and quiet, and under her dark clothes was the bright red of her sleeves. It was as if a strange and seductive flame was pulsing in the dark night