Ryuzaki Mom shouted murderously. If looks could kill, Amamiya Natsuki would have been riddled with holes by now.
Unfortunately, although her glare was fierce, her face was as red as a ripe apple, so it wasn't very intimidating.
"Since you're asking me, Senpai, I won't hold back."
Amamiya Natsuki smiled and finally reached his right hand beneath the hem of Ryuzaki Mom's clothes. His fingers soon brushed against the girl's smooth, delicate skin and began feeling their way upward.
"Y-you idiot!" Ryuzaki Mom hurriedly cried. "Where are you touching?"
Amamiya Natsuki looked entirely innocent.
"You haven't told me where it is, Senpai, so of course I have to search slowly."
Ryuzaki Mom bit her lower lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. As she watched the match nearing its end, fear finally overcame her embarrassment. She closed her eyes and said:
"...It's not up there."
Amamiya Natsuki suddenly understood.
"Not up there? Then it's down below?"
"..."
"If you don't say anything, Senpai, I'll take that as a yes."
"..."
Amamiya Natsuki kept talking, but his hand didn't hesitate in the slightest. It quickly moved lower.
Matches were strategic supplies. Although they could be produced indefinitely, production was slow, and they had to be shared with the other girls. Amamiya Natsuki didn't have many on hand, so he had to conserve them whenever possible.
His fingers slid down from her stomach, soon passing the girl's waist. When Ryuzaki Mom bit down on her lip without reacting, Amamiya Natsuki knew he had to keep going.
Before long, his fingers reached the edge of her panties. He paused briefly, but Ryuzaki Mom still didn't say anything. Amamiya Natsuki took a deep breath and decisively reached in farther.
Compared to life, embarrassment was meaningless.
Ryuzaki Mom wasn't saying anything, so he had no