Softly, gently—press, stroke, knead…
It was small, thin, yet unmistakably soft. The crown of her head, exposed and unhidden, seemed to express itself in so many ways.
She sat on one of those backless stools you often see at arcades, straddling me face-to-face. She asked if she was too heavy, but to be honest, I couldn't feel any weight at all. Nothing poked or pressed—none of the usual bones or pressure points. Just this weird, fluffy sensation.
To an outside observer, it might've looked like something was definitely going on—but, well, let's not worry about that.
"Mmm… ngh…"
Each time I touched her gently, she let out a muffled sound, as if holding something back, glancing at me with this odd mix of pride and challenge.
Her mouth twisted into a grin that she couldn't quite suppress.
(Maybe she thinks this is her winner's privilege or something?)
Because of her size, every movement felt more direct—more intimate. Her heartbeat, pounding like a drum, sounded louder than before.
I could feel the crown of her head growing firmer, insisting on its presence. Almost like it was asking to be pinched, I gently rubbed and rolled it between my fingers.
"Nnn…"
Another soft moan escaped her lips. Honestly, it was kind of fun.
I could feel her inner thighs shifting, rubbing against me as if trying to say something on their own.
And then I thought—after all this, it'd be kind of cruel to stop now, wouldn't it? So, when that insistent little spot made its claim once more, I went ahead and pinched it lightly.
"Ngh!? Nn~?!"
Her whole body trembled with a voiceless cry, her legs going weak. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her steady.
"We'll continue this next time, okay?"
I waited until she calmed down, then gently patted her head and back. She gave a small nod.
"Well then… since we're here, how about a little squeeze?"
Half-joking, I turned to the others who'd been watching with bloodshot eyes.
"Yes!"
Even though I'd said it as a joke, I couldn't help but panic a little. What if no one laughs? What if it flops? I'd already planned to brush it off with a laugh, but—
....
"Who's next?"
"Me!"
Without missing a beat, the journalist followed suit, clearly understanding the rhythm now.
"So, why were you all so fired up earlier?"
As I gave a friendly squeeze, the question popped out before I even realized it. Maybe I was feeling a bit too relaxed.
"Their mood and skin just looked a cut above the rest."
She answered clearly, her eyes flicking toward the two from the Bureau—Kiyora and Kotori.
"Yeah, they were definitely in high spirits."
Having seen how giddy they were last night, I could only nod in agreement.
"Was it because of this?"
"Nope. Something else entirely."
I gave a small chuckle. Maybe this was their tiny rebellion—jealousy over the fact that with more wives, their exclusive time gets shorter and shorter.
A little jealousy is kind of adorable, really.
"So I challenged them to a match, saying they had to share their secret if I won… and got totally crushed."
She shrugged, a little downhearted.
"I see…"
Honestly, those two really stand out. I get the feeling it'd be safer to have them on our side as allies.
"I'll fill you in later—something to look forward to, yeah?"
"Please do!"
Her eyes lit up with an intense gleam—part of her job, perhaps. Definitely a unique one, that girl.