"Wh-Why are you asking me…?" Yuki's pale cheeks had flushed a delicate rose that stood out sharply against the cooler blue undertone of her skin.
She stole glances toward my exposed chest—quick, almost guilty, yet unable to stop herself—before looking away again toward the steam-wreathed doorway.
"Th... Though… they do appear enticing."
Yuki?!
Sophia and Aria both gulped at the same time, the soft wet sound lost under the low hush of the changing room.
Their eyes stayed locked on the newly bared skin of my chest.
One after the other they leaned in and took turns pressing the tips of their fingers against the tight little peaks of my nipples.
Sophia's touch came first—light, testing, the pad of her finger circling once before giving a gentle, deliberate poke that sent a sharp spark racing straight down my spine.
Aria followed immediately, her darker finger pressing firmer, holding the pressure a fraction longer while her flushed face stayed only inches away.
