In a room of the church.
In a room that high-ranking people would likely stay in, I was sitting on a king-sized bed and feeling extremely troubled.
"Warm…"
"Atla has a relieved expression."
"That's good."
"Um, next… me too…"
Between my open legs Atla was sitting with her back to me, and I had both arms wrapped around her stomach, hugging her.
Atla's large breasts rested on top of my arms, and I was working hard so that my lower half would not react.
Mayor, Nitchi, and Sera, sitting on the sofa in front of us, were watching with slightly flushed cheeks.
Atla repeatedly touched the arms wrapped around her stomach and had been murmuring in a relieved voice for a while.
The fabric of the nun habit transmitted the sensation of her skin through my wrapped arms so clearly that I wanted to ask if it had always been this thin.
The reason things had come to this started, apparently, from when I went to Suzuya to report that we were safe.
