"Are you...alright?"
Soren looked at Aria, whose head had dipped so low that her face nearly disappeared behind the swell of her ample chest he had just touched.
He had to admit, they were unbelievably soft, even softer than Sylvia's, the sensation still lingering on his fingertips.
He would have liked to explore that warmth again, but judging from the way she stood there, tense and silent, that clearly was not happening anytime soon.
Maybe he had pushed too far, too fast. But he couldn't ignore his mission either, could he?
"H-Hey… are you angry at me?"
Soren stepped closer and gently reached for her chin, but the moment his fingers brushed her skin, she flinched.
"D-Don't touch me, you pervert."
Aria finally spoke, her voice trembling. She still couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes, her pointed ears flushed a deep red.
She could still feel his warm touch on her breast, not to mention the wetness she noticed below that made her completely uncomfortable.
