"Should I help you calm it down?"
"H-Huh?" Kouhei's thoughts came to a grinding halt, his brain momentarily short-circuiting. Calm it down? What… what did she mean by that in this kind of situation?
"Shh… Don't say a word. Don't move either, or we might get caught. Someone could notice us," Misuzu whispered softly, her voice a sultry hush as she raised a finger to her lips, urging silence. The subtle glint in her eyes, the teasing curve of her mouth—everything about her screamed dangerous temptation.
Then, without another word, her slender fingers slid down toward his crotch, graceful yet precise. She grasped the zipper of his pants, fingers moving delicately, unzipping it with the kind of skill and subtlety that suggested she knew exactly what she was doing. Her movements were calculated, silent—stealthy enough that no one in the tightly packed train car even turned their head.
