(POV: Lumiere)
We stood before the daunting challenge of efficiently exploring each site.
Lucilia, her delicate cheeks tinted with a faint blush, adamantly refused my offer to carry her.
"Absolutely not... there's no way I'm letting you carry me," she replied rather calmly.
I sighed. "But why—? You know what? Never mind..."
"Huh?" Lucilia uttered.
If I carried her again, I might just touch her butt again. And the last time that happened— it was awkward enough.
I furrowed my brows and absentmindedly scratched my chin, racking my brain for an alternative approach.
To my surprise, Fasit emerged behind me.
The sight of her graceful form sent a surge of warmth through my body.
The moment Fasit enveloped me in her embrace, her slender fingers caressed my cheek. Her meaty breasts, soft and weighty, pressed against the crown of my head, a delightful tease.
