"We should stress-test that bunny-suit!" (Pink Trigger)

"We should stress test that bunny suit!"

Frankly, she already looked stressed enough, but I had to press on. For love, of course.

"W-What do you mean stress test? What are you going to- hii!" she cried out, as I reached around her back to grab a hold of her ass with both hands, kneading it with my palms. The look of shock on her face, combined with that cute reaction and the crazy MILF appeal of her hose-clad butt was driving me nuts. She didn't have the same slim shape she'd had when she was younger, maybe, but I judged she'd aged like a fine wine. Her hips squirmed at my touch and her palms pressed to my chest, as if she wanted to push me away, but knew she couldn't risk offending me. "Is this also part of the demonstration?!"

Oh yes, I reassured her. This would be an important part of the demonstration, since people will be trying to slap our girls' asses all the time. Their wardrobes need to hold up under that kind of duress. It was an effortless explanation, but it appeared my Pink Trigger had gotten so powerful, its influence so potent over the human brain, that I no longer needed anything more than a D+ effort to gain A+ results.

I told her that she needed to bear with the stress test just a bit longer... then dug my fingers into the hose on her backside, spreading them apart with a little effort. My fingertips pressed into her asscheeks, squeezing as I pulled. I watched in awe as, through the stretching and given the wedgie of her bunny suit's thong, I saw an unmistakable glimpse of her asshole being stretched as well. At a lower angle, I might have even glimpsed her pubic hair. "Oh! See how much effort that took?" I tried to convince her. "That's how you can tell the suit is very durable. Well-suited for our ladies!" I grabbed the back of the leotard and yanked it up, placing one hand firmly on her ass and continuing to stretch, as I exposed the whole of her backside. "This is the kind of thing they'll need to be prepared for! Yes, quite so."

"Ha... oh... do you think we'll make a profit?" Natsuhi questioned, her face growing beet red as I slapped her backside a few times with the palm of my hand, causing her soft, round bottom to jiggle slightly at the touch. Even now, she was still thinking of this as a means to save her family. I was touched by how much family meant to her... that commitment was part of why I loved her. How much had she thrown away to reach this point? Maybe as much as I had...

Of course, another part of why I loved her was this fine ass. Just as I was contemplating what would be the best way to go next, I heard a knock at the door. It seemed it was one of the servants... Genji was his name. This stoic old butler, with his shaven head and his statue-like glare, was Kinzo's closest friend and Natsuhi's most devoted servant. What was he doing back here? Can he just smell misdeeds against her? Calmly, he informed the madame that the dinner gathering would be starting soon. Natsuhi reacted with a face as though she'd just been struck by lightning. Clearly, she was imagining what would happen if Genji opened the door and checked on how the business meeting was going.

Ah... My love for Natsuhi was throbbing. I needed to decide what the best way to get Genji to leave would be.