SNOS-156

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She's not good at speaking in front of people, and she can't break the habit of lowering her gaze and reading a book. When pressed, she can't refuse, and there's a slight pause before she says "yes"—Sakakibara is so cute. She likes quiet places. The smell of the library. The sound of paper rustling. And the way she freezes up when I get close. That's why I don't touch her. I lick her. Slowly, tracing her neck, behind her ears, her cheeks. Not too hard. Not in a hurry. I just continue to lick her slowly and deliberately. She's weak to pressure, and her body reacts before she can even say no. Saying "no," she loses sight of her reason to run away. I lick her, confirming. I lick her, teaching her. That she's getting used to being licked. This isn't instruction. It's not domination. I'm just experiencing her 'weakness' as an adult from the closest possible distance. Before I knew it, in the quietness of a library, she was the one whose eyes were waiting for my tongue. —That's why I'm licking her again today.