Daring Marika *
Not knowing when someone or something would interrupt my time with my girls, I put forth more effort to make this worth it for all of us.
I picked Marika off the floor. She willingly obliged, doing the same thing as she did in their clubroom; wrapping and clinging her legs around me.
I supported her weight by firmly grasping her backside.
Feeling my fingers digging into her skin, a silent moan escaped her mouth before she bit her lips seductively.
Her boldness was growing. Somehow, watching her innocence slowly slipping away every time we were together, I couldn’t help but feel bad and happy at the same time.
It’s contradictory but that’s the only way I could describe it. I feel bad because, if not because of my influence, she would probably remain that naive ojou-sama who her followers and Ichihara Jun are caging. And I feel happy because she’s doing all this for me.