But of course she couldn't let me do what I wanted due to her status as a married woman and the age gap between us, and timidly said, after finding her courage to talk to me,
"W-What are you doing, Kafka? Didn't you just say that you were going to teach me something?...T-Then why are you doing something as inappropriate as this?"
Grope~ Grope~
She meekly looked down and saw my hands move down even more and grope the sides of her chest like it was made of dough, which only made her even more embarrassed than she already was. And she looked like she couldn't believe that she was letting a high schooler do such things to her and was wondering just what was going on in her life that was so boring and monotonous before.
