Help?
Not a second later, as if that was just an unconscious action, Auntie Yayoi retracted her hand from my shaft. From the sudden tenseness on her body that was clearly conveyed through our skin-to-skin contact, the woman behind me gradually turned white followed by her expression transforming into something that says, ‘I messed up’.
“That was…” I silently muttered.
Her eyes widened in surprise. And a second later, the hand that she retracted moved to my mouth, covering it to prevent me from saying anything else.
Seconds later, Auntie Yayoi slumped her head on my shoulder as she groaned listlessly… “O-onoda-kun. T-that’s not me… My hand moved on its own.”
Yeah, right. It tempted her enough to grab it unconsciously, huh? What a convenient excuse…