I placed my hand on her chest, pressing lightly and gently kneading her breast.
"Ahh!"
Marin-sensei let out a cry. Her face was scrunched up. Ignoring that, I continued to fondle her softly. Since they didn't overflow my hands, it wasn't rough groping. The nipple that kept catching on my fingers felt indescribably good. I couldn't tell if Marin-sensei hated it or felt good, but she was gritting her teeth. It was probably the former.
I brought my face closer to her chest and took her nipple into my mouth.
"Hah!"
She gasped. Was there something surprising? What was that reaction? I slid my free hand downward, reaching between Marin-sensei's legs, when—
"Ah!? "
She grabbed my hand. I pulled my mouth away from her nipple and asked,
"No good?"
"It's… dirty."
"Dirty?"
"Yes."
"In that case, I'll clean it. 'Purify.'"
With that, it should be clean now. I tried to reach out again, but she tightened her grip on my hand.
"Why? I made it clean, didn't I?"
