Ririko walked behind Dick and reached out to pinch his springy butt.
Dick instinctively let out an "Ah," his voice trailing off through a whole range of pitches.
Ririko was very pleased with how firm and supple it felt.
Dick had no choice but to beg her for mercy, his voice sweet and sultry.
She nodded at him. "Just like that. Let me hear a few more."
Dick rubbed the spot she had pinched. "Why did you have to pinch me...?"
Despite his complaint, he cleared his throat and began letting out a few soft cries.
Ririko shook her head. "No, louder."
She walked over to the fridge, opened it, and took out two bottles of sparkling water, opening one for herself and handing him the other.
She unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and glanced toward the door before raising her voice. "Don't do that~~"
Holding his sparkling water, Dick was already as red as a cooked shrimp.
He played along with a few more cries, his voice rising and falling, occasionally throwing in a broken phrase or two that left plenty to the imagination.
They sat on the sofa drinking sparkling water, occasionally directing more suggestive sounds toward the door.
Before long, the door was burst open from outside.
It slammed into the wall with a heavy bang.
Jeremiah stood in the doorway, one hand still braced against the frame, his gaze as dark as clouds churning before a storm.
His knife-sharp gaze swept over the two people inside, from their flushed faces to the sparkling water in their hands.
"What... exactly are you doing?"
His voice was hoarse as he waited for a convincing explanation.
Ririko set down her sparkling water and met that razor-sharp gaze. "So you finally decided to show yourself?"
Jeremiah stepped into the