Night.
Inside my personal room.
It was supposed to be quiet.
Peaceful.
Just me, in my bed, maybe a book in hand, maybe pretending to sleep while everyone else respected boundaries yes that's right a supposed relaxing moment after I've gotten and finished everything I could do for the day..
But no.
That was wishful thinking.
Instead—
"Don't resist, darling!"
Liyana's voice came cheerfully predatory from above me.
"…I'm not really resisting," I muttered, pinned under her weight.
She grinned. "Oh? Then that means you want this, right~?"
Before I could answer—or even think of something to say—she grabbed my right hand and slammed it onto her chest.
Not forcefully, but with enough purpose that I felt the full, unmistakable softness through the dangerously thin fabric of her almost see-through nightdress.
My fingers sank into her.
Warm. Supple. Smooth. Soft.
'Too soft.'
"Hnn~"
Why the fuck are you moaning!
"Hehe~ play with my nipple as well darling~"
"...."
