Nakano Yayoi *
Time quickly passed by in this bathroom. If I wasn’t wrong, ten minutes had already passed since Auntie Yayoi and I entered. And even now, we’re inside it, wet from head to toe.
We’re now standing beneath the running shower. In front of me was Auntie Yayoi with her back turned to me. My arms were wrapped around her navel while my chin rested on her shoulder. Thankfully, she’s only an inch taller than Shio, allowing me to do this
My erected shaft was still standing upright, pressed on her behind. But that’s not important anymore. Even though I could only see one side of her face, Auntie Yayoi’s frustration was more pronounced in this way. Nonetheless, the fact that she remained here with me was comforting.
As for the reason why she’s like that, it’s obvious.
Earlier, when she asked me if she was doing it wrong, she interpreted my silence as my being unsatisfied with her performance.