Aster's mind raced, desperately trying to piece together the situation. His heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears as his breathing grew shallow and uneven. Sticky sweat clung to his back, sliding uncomfortably down to his arms.
The warmth of Lizandrea's body seeped into his fingers, causing his own body temperature to rise in response.
"L-Liz…"
He wanted to ask what was happening, but the fog clouding his memory made him hesitate. How had this even started? Was it his idea, or had Liz suggested it first?
"Hm... Mmm? What's wrong, Aster? Your hand stopped, you know...?"
Her voice, layered with faint gasps and a sensual tone that made his pulse quicken, broke the silence. She sounded like she was anticipating something, though there was a hint of disappointment as well.
Spurred by her words, Aster resumed pressing his hand down her back.
"Hnnngh~! That, that feels good...! You can go a bit stronger."
