"If you're not feeling it, I can go harder, right."
Rigel's voice rang low.
At that declaration Irina's shoulders jumped bikuri.
"Eh… wai—"
Before she could put out a voice of restraint Rigel's fingertips moved quickly.
This time there was not even a pretense of teasing.
He pressed as if stroking the inside of the foreskin directly with the pad of his finger.
"Hyaaaa!?"
At the sudden shock Irina's voice jumped high.
The air inside the carriage changed in an instant.
That voice reached even the ears of those outside, and she understood someone turned around.
"Hey, are you all right?"
A voice came from outside.
But Rigel paid no mind.
Irina hurriedly covered her mouth with both hands. Strongly enough that her teeth bit her lip.
"…Fu, ah…!"
Before Irina desperate to hold back her voice Rigel was unmoved.
The movement of his fingers was slow but accurate.
With the handwork of a pro who thoroughly knew the feeling points he slid over the bud many times.
