The time was thirteen, past noon.
The students should have finished lunch and afternoon classes should have started, but…
"Your hand has stopped."
"Ah~… is this fine, Erika?"
"It is fine… fuu…"
Erika, who should originally have been teaching class, settled between my open legs and had her head stroked by me.
After she ran in at noon she stared at me in silence for about ten minutes while her body shook, puru puru. When I was told the reason was something I had proposed, I could only adore her.
Hiero having tea on the sofa and Senai, today's guard, looked at us and laughed as if they found it funny.
With my left I stroked Erika's belly, suri suri, stroked her head, stroked her side-hair as if combing it, then stroked her belly again. I repeated that.
With my right I moved to put documents together. I thought I was being rather skillful myself.
