How About Forgetting It?
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Michael pressed down so heavily that my legs were in his hands, and I had nowhere to lean but on a chair. Our bodies were so close together that the thin fabric on me could not hide the heat from Michael.
I even imagined that I was holding not a person but a warm fireball. The vigorous and continuous heat and the scent of hormones grilled my skin, burning my rationality.
"Whose little servant is so disobedient that she dares to enter the master's bedroom without permission?"
Michael's mouth was saying nasty words, but his hands didn't stop moving.
He pushed his knees forward again, pushing away my skirt. I only felt a chill down my lower body. Under the bright light, Michael saw my private parts clearly.
Under the combined effect of tension and shame, my lower body twitched twice, and a little liquid flowed out.
Michael must have seen it. Although I was the one who had seduced him, in the present moment, I felt a little embarrassed.