Different from the rest

With the sound coming from the TV becoming the backdrop of our current situation, I found myself right where I suspected I would be after deciding not to leave right away. Ishida-senpai snuggled inside my embrace.

Her head was currently pressed to my broad chest, her hands tightly clenched onto the side of my shirt. Given that she’s now dressed comfortably, Ishida-senpai’s somewhat irresistible womanly scent filled my nose, slightly clouding my judgement. She also seemed to not be wearing anything under the shirt she put on, I could feel that soft sensation pressing against me. It wasn’t that noticeable earlier because of her apron. But now that she was literally buried in my chest and her body as close to me as possible, I couldn’t feel any other fabric apart from the blouse she put on in place of her earlier dress.