Shikkari to fukuranda Sena no kokan ga, mataide ita Kouhei no o-shiri o tsukiagete ita no da.
Sena's thoroughly bulging crotch was poking up against Kouhei's rear as he sat straddling it.
Tsumari, nan to yuu ka, myou na ugoki o suru to shigeki shite shimau wake da.
In other words--how should one put it?--if Kouhei made any strange
movements, it would stimulate him.
"Moshikashite, genki kaifuku?"
"Have you perhaps regained your spirit?"
"..."
"Naaani kurai kao shiten noo.
"What are you so gloomy about?
Yappa jikken shite miru mon jan.
You're right to have tried an experiment.
Hito ni shigeki shite morau no ga ichiban na n'da'ttee."
I'm telling you, it's best to have another person stimulate you."
"...Chigau..."
"...That's not it..."
Sena wa, gakkuri to kata o otosu.
Sena's shoulders slumped.
"Doushita no?"
"What's wrong?"
"Chigau n'da. Sawarareta kara ja nee. ...Kao da..."
"That's not it. It's not because it was touched. ...It's the face..."
"Kao...?"
"Face...?"
"Omae no kao da."
"It's your face."
"Ore no...kao...?"
"My...face...?"
"Omae no kao ni...hannou shite n'da."
"I'm reacting...to your face."
Haaa'to, zetsubouteki na made no nagaai tameiki.
He heaved a looong, despairing sigh.
"Kisu no aida, mee akete, omae no kao o miteta."
"During the kiss, I had my eyes open, and I watched your face."
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