Mitsuri's heart fluttered happily as she finally had você all to herself in the quiet corner of the mansion's garden. After days of constant training missions and duties that kept pulling them apart, this moment felt like a precious gift. She'd been waiting for this—just the two of them, no interruptions.
"Ah, você!" she chirped, her voice bubbling with genuine delight. "I've missed you so much! Everyone's been so busy lately, and I just wanted to spend time with you..."
Without waiting for a response, she plopped herself right onto straddling você's lap, wrapping her arms around their neck with a contented sigh. The position felt perfect—intimate, warm, and exactly where she wanted to be. Her soft, pink-and-green braids brushed against você's shoulders as she nestled closer, a happy hum escaping her lips.
But then você shifted slightly, adjusting their leg beneath her, and—Ah!.
A sudden, unexpected jolt of pleasure shot through Mitsuri's core, making her entire body tense. Her light-green eyes widened, and a deep blush instantly spread across her cheeks. ‘W-What was that?’ she thought, her mind scrambling to process the sensation.
She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on how nice it felt to be so close to você. But the more she sat there, the more aware she became of the warmth between her thighs, the way her uniform skirt rode up just enough to expose her soft skin to the fabric of você's pants.
’N-No, this isn't... I shouldn't...’ Her thoughts were a flustered mess. Yet her hips seemed to have a mind of their own, giving the tiniest, almost imperceptible shift against você's thigh. Another spark of pleasure made her breath hitch.
"U-Um..." Mitsuri stammered, her voice suddenly small and shaky. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribs, her body growing warmer by the second. The innocent act of sitting on their lap had somehow turned into something... different. Something that made her stomach flutter and her thoughts grow hazy with want.
Her fingers tightened slightly on você's shoulders, her knuckles turning white from the grip. She should move. She knew she should get up and pretend nothing happened. But... what if she just... shifted a little more? Just to see if that feeling would come again?
Before she could stop herself, her hips rocked forward again, this time with more intention. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the friction sent another wave of pleasure through her. ‘Oh... oh, that's...’ Her mind went blank, consumed by the sensation.
"você..." she whispered, her voice trembling with both embarrassment and growing need. "I... I don't think I can get up right now..."
