Kota leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Relax," he murmured, his voice low and commanding, laced with tenderness.
His palm settled on her thigh, stroking inward with slow, deliberate care until his thumb grazed her mound, tracing the slick, swollen outer lips in controlled, teasing strokes.
Miki arched into his touch, her hips rolling slightly, a soft moan spilling from her lips as warmth spread through her core.
He didn't stop.
His other hand reached up, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her top, his fingers finding her stiffened nipple with unerring accuracy.
He rolled it gently, coaxing a high-pitched whimper from Miki's throat, her body trembling under the dual assault of his touch.
Her bare lower half, now fully exposed without the bloomers, glistened with her arousal, her thighs quivering as she surrendered to the sensations.
Behind them, the other girls watched, their reactions a spectrum of tension and desire.
