Do you have a spare?

Watching Futaba lose herself from that extreme pleasure and then plead for me not to look at her, the bubbling desire within me churned. It was urging me to disregard everything and satisfy myself by continuing.

Naturally, I fought against that urge by simply turning my gaze away in order to wait for her to recover.

Fortunately, Futaba sat between my legs, not on my lap. Otherwise, she'd feel that part of me also reacting to her. Well, with her back resting on me, she could probably feel the bulge already.

That was dangerous.

But who am I to blame? I also consented to her request.

Anyway, it took her a minute before she removed her hand from her face. Perhaps noticing that I averted my gaze, Futaba let out a relieved sigh before she raised her hand to my cheek, turning my gaze back to her.

She silently mouthed 'Thank you' and I replied with a nod.