[Perhaps another person would be more direct and honest, would say “yes, yes, I do like it”, even if they didn’t really know why they did. But Hayame cannot seem to help herself and the tsundere instinct to deny it at least at first, even as she bites her lip and bungles the sash knot through,]
What is there to… to like?
[Certainly not the fact that after being bound away all day her breasts were usually quite sensitive, and certainly not that the sensation of the finely tatted lace cool and slightly textured being rubbed against her skin felt so intentional and lewd atop all of that, making her subconsciously press into his touch as her nipple grows taut and she manages to undo the sash, tugging it carefully from his waist and dropping it back onto the mattress.
The problem is, no matter what she said… Her tail is hitching higher each moment he does tease her, twitching more noticeably behind her now that the movement was accompanied by a silky gifted ribbon marking the proof of her feelings in this matter.]
[He's not wearing any layers underneath the haori-like top, which becomes obvious when the sash is unfastened and falls away, exposing a glimpse of muscled chest.]
What, do you need a demonstration?
[She seems to like it well enough already, he thinks, from how taut her nipple peaks against the fabric, or that movement of silk at her tail. Not for the first time he wishes his body was the right size, the right shape, to reach both sides of her at once -- but he's learned to navigate where he can by by learning every little detail of her body to maximise her pleasure, even with his limitations.
He takes both breasts in hand next, giving gentle squeezes, knowing from watching her prior that they must have been bound all day.]
If there's one thing I like, it's you getting bolder.
[She might be blushing furiously, but she's not castigating herself for being shameful and wanton, or whatever colourful words she might have once used.]
[Red-faced or not, she doesn’t avert her gaze from the skin bared by the shift in his new outfit- No, she is drawn to it, the calloused, strong fingers of an archer (close to his own because of their shared weapon choice, but more pronounced from her time on it) trailing shyly, trying for boldly between the layers of silk to nudge them further apart. He… he was so much hairier than the men of her world, and at first she had found it somewhat odd, but… now her knuckles brush over the dark hair on his chest, fingertips smoothing downwards towards the trail above the hem of the pleated trousers she’d picked out, a soft, aching sound in her throat betraying the mix of pleasure and returning sense of sensation those gentle squeezes were bringing to the unbound swell of her breasts.]
I cannot simply take my hair down now to invite you…
[Well, maybe she could, but the effect… She blushes a bit fiercer, tries to be… bolder.]
So I do…
[It is still so shameless, but… shouldn’t it be fine, to be shameless with someone who-]
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tsundereinstinct to deny it at least at first, even as she bites her lip and bungles the sash knot through,]What is there to… to like?
[Certainly not the fact that after being bound away all day her breasts were usually quite sensitive, and certainly not that the sensation of the finely tatted lace cool and slightly textured being rubbed against her skin felt so intentional and lewd atop all of that, making her subconsciously press into his touch as her nipple grows taut and she manages to undo the sash, tugging it carefully from his waist and dropping it back onto the mattress.
The problem is, no matter what she said… Her tail is hitching higher each moment he does tease her, twitching more noticeably behind her now that the movement was accompanied by a silky gifted ribbon marking the proof of her feelings in this matter.]
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What, do you need a demonstration?
[She seems to like it well enough already, he thinks, from how taut her nipple peaks against the fabric, or that movement of silk at her tail. Not for the first time he wishes his body was the right size, the right shape, to reach both sides of her at once -- but he's learned to navigate where he can by by learning every little detail of her body to maximise her pleasure, even with his limitations.
He takes both breasts in hand next, giving gentle squeezes, knowing from watching her prior that they must have been bound all day.]
If there's one thing I like, it's you getting bolder.
[She might be blushing furiously, but she's not castigating herself for being shameful and wanton, or whatever colourful words she might have once used.]
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I-
[Red-faced or not, she doesn’t avert her gaze from the skin bared by the shift in his new outfit- No, she is drawn to it, the calloused, strong fingers of an archer (close to his own because of their shared weapon choice, but more pronounced from her time on it) trailing shyly, trying for boldly between the layers of silk to nudge them further apart. He… he was so much hairier than the men of her world, and at first she had found it somewhat odd, but… now her knuckles brush over the dark hair on his chest, fingertips smoothing downwards towards the trail above the hem of the pleated trousers she’d picked out, a soft, aching sound in her throat betraying the mix of pleasure and returning sense of sensation those gentle squeezes were bringing to the unbound swell of her breasts.]
I cannot simply take my hair down now to invite you…
[Well, maybe she could, but the effect… She blushes a bit fiercer, tries to be… bolder.]
So I do…
[It is still so shameless, but… shouldn’t it be fine, to be shameless with someone who-]
I do need one…
[A demonstration.]