So Rita increased the force of her movements a little, unconsciously slipping beneath Durandal's skirt, her fingertips slowly reaching the edge of the white safety shorts... brushing across them...
Durandal subconsciously clamped her legs together, forcefully trapping Rita's hand and preventing her from moving around.
After all, Durandal and Rita shared their sense of touch. Durandal was extremely unaccustomed to this right now... but was Rita any more accustomed to it? Of course not.
The sensation Rita had given Durandal was also transmitted back to Rita herself, making her involuntarily clamp her legs together as well.
And because of the position Rita and Durandal were in, she had ended up clamping... Durandal's right leg.
The dozen or so cats in front of Durandal and Rita even stopped eating, all curiously raising their little heads to stare at the two human women before them.
Those movements, that posture... spring had arrived, and all things had entered mating season once again...
The "two people" froze at the same time, remaining motionless for several seconds... Rita and Durandal nearly simultaneously pulled apart and scrambled to their feet, their faces slightly flushed as they dusted off their clothes.
Chapter 103: Cat-Eared Maids
"Cough... all right, let's go home!"
Durandal feigned a few coughs. Unable to bear the atmosphere, she decided not to linger here any longer. Even though they were "the same person," for some reason it only made things feel even stranger.
"Mm."
Rita was doing a little better than Durandal. The awkwardness on her face quickly vanished, and she acted as though nothing had happened. As they left, she even took Durandal's hand of her own accord.
With Rita taking her hand, Durandal lowered her head to glance at it, but did not refuse.
Oh, and one more thing... Rita and