"When Masaharu-san played with your nipples in the past, wasn't it just as a side thing while focusing on your cock?"
"Eh? Th-That's true, but…"
"Because the cock feels better, you never noticed the pleasure of the nipples."
"…! Th-That might be true, but…"
"Please close your eyelids."
"I honestly don't have the confidence to fly straight if I close my eyelids. I don't mind if I fall, but Dura-san…"
"It's fine. Please believe in me."
"…Understood."
I closed my eyelids.
Eh?
Dura-san grabbed both of my wrists and pulled them.
My hands were brought around to my waist. On top of those wrists, Dura-san apparently rested her stomach. With this, both of my arms became unusable.
"Fufufu. With this, Masaharu-san can do nothing except output wind from your cock. You can't protect your nipples with your hands, you can't stroke your cock—nothing at all."
"Uu…"
"Ufufu. Whether I make Masaharu-san come or not is completely up to me."
"Th-That's…"
Ah, wait.
