Somehow or other, I touched Sylphy's chest and stroked them a bit.
If I do it too strong in the morning, she'll wake up. So tenderly, gently.
Almost like touching tofu as you filter it. [4]
It's a modest sensation.
To think that I would get to touch something this good in the morning. I might be the happiest person in the world.
This is real sufficiency huh?
"Nn... Rude...?"