It's lunch time.

Yuki once again leans in close. He can feel her warm breath waft over his cheek, and she lets out the most quiet, gentle moan he's ever heard. It causes him to shiver, and he's already feeling a warm tingle build up down below around a cock that only becomes harder by the second. At such a close, linger proximity, he can smell the soothing scent of oranges coming from her freshly washed hair, and her gentle hands slide over his shoulders in a relaxing massage.

"Are you not hungry?" she asks. "You haven't even touched it yet."

"It's uhm... Well, I mean, uh--"

"If you don't want to touch it, I'll touch it for you~," she whispers before reaching farther past his shoulder. She squeezes her fingers around the soft bread--one half of the sandwich now in her hand. She brings it back with her while she nudges his head to turn around. "Come on. You need to eat."

He swallows hard and turns his chair around. "I can do it myself."

"I know." She leans in close once again, though now that they're face-to-face, his cheeks burn red. "Say aahh."

"Wait--"

She pushes some of the sandwich into his mouth, and all he can do is bite down and do as he's instructed.

This is actually really good. "Mmm." He swallows it down. "Thank you, but really. You don't have to do this."

"But what if I want to, hmm?" She smiles as she holds the bitten sandwich piece up, though as she does, some of the mayonnaise inside drips down and lasts right on top of her bust. She glances down to her cleavage in surprise. She then brings her other hand up, and pushes her finger down against her soft chest, wipes the spill, and brings it up to her lips. There she drags her tongue around her index finger, circling around to the top while she licks it clean. The entire time she does, even as she lingers the cleaning far longer than is needed, she never breaks eye contact with Trevor.

He brings his hands down over his lap once again and groans. Oh Lasis, I can't keep my thoughts pure. This is impossible.

"Are you okay~?" she asks. "Sorry. Did you want to lick that up instead? I'll remember that for next time."

"No, of course not!"

She giggles. "I'm only teasing. You're so emotional, Trevor. Just take a deep breath."

He nods. Though it stutters slightly, he inhales deep. His breath is nearly forced right back out, however, because while in this state, Yuki moves forward and sits right down over his legs. She scoots up his lap--legs off both sides--and caresses one hand around his neck while her other continues to grip the sandwich half.

"What are you doing?!" He panics, especially as he's now unable to hide his bulge properly. At such a close proximity, especially with her weight down upon his body, his face flushes completely red.

"My legs were sore, and you don't have another chair in here." She smiles and brings the sandwich up to her own mouth, where she purposely takes a bite exactly where he did prior. "Mmm. It is good. Did you know Rava made it? Just for you. Isn't that cute?"

"Don't you think... this is a little too close?" he mumbles.

She reaches past and places the sandwich back down on the plate. Then, she scoots even farther up his legs before bringing her hands down between his own. The moment her fingers touch over his inner thighs, he jumps in place, nearly bucking her right off. All it does, however, is cause her barely covered chest to bounce, and to elicit a quiet moan from her lips.

Too much! Too much! "W-Wait, please get off. This is uh, really uncomfortable!"

She arches her back as she moves the top half of her body closer--lips reaching a mere inch away from his own. "Get off, you say?" she asks quietly.

It's no use. I can't budge! I'm completely pinned on my chair, and her hands... They're so close! If she touches it, I might be done. I'm way too worked up to hold on. Ooh, please Yuki. Please. This is too much. And your outfit, oh I almost forgot. It's only an apron. But if I think too much about that now, I might... Ah, even without touching it!

"This is a really comfy apron. Do you like it?" she asks. "With my powers, I can make any outfit I'd like. So if you have any suggestions, pretty please let me know. You don't seem to ask for much, Trevor. So if you name any type of clothes, I'll wear it for you. Any at all. What do you like? Nurses? Maids?"

His chest heaves up and down in a panicked arousal. "P-Please..."

"Maybe the apron is your weakness," she says as she glances down. She grabs hold of the straps over her arms and gives them a tug, causing her bust to jiggle up and down, which she continues to do for a lengthy moment, especially after seeing where his eyes are glued. "Though it is a little embarrassing. Sitting on your lap. You know why."

"B-Because we're so close?" he responds.

She giggles again. "You're so silly, Trevor. No, it's because I can really feel your trousers." Once more, she takes hold of his neck, and comes in close to whisper something so quietly in his ear, it causes body to shudder like before. "Because, no panties."

Seriously, I'm at my limit! I'm going to burst!

Shaking, he stares into her eyes, and her back in his. Though after a pause, she smiles wide, and slowly removes herself from his lap, leaving him with a twitching tent pitched in his pants. She brushes a hand through her hair and leans in one more time to kiss him on the cheek before turning towards the door.

He looks to her, now seeing her bare as while she faces away. Her nine tails sway hypnotically, and they occasionally reveal her behind in full. It causes his cock to pulse. Then with a glance backwards and a hand on the door, she gives him a wink.

"Enjoy the sandwich," she says as she steps through and shuts it behind her.

He's left alone.

Trevor lets out a huge exhale with a hang over his aching member. That was too close...

He takes a moment to rest his body before he glances back to his sandwich. Now that he's tasted some, he realizes just how hungry he's become. Though after inspecting it, he thinks to himself. Oh man. She already bit it. Is it okay for me to eat where her mouth has been? Aah, but I'm so hungry!

His head thuds down against the front cover of his leather book. It's only halfway through the day, and he's already this worked up. The poor boy can't catch a break. His mind wonders, and he thinks about the Church, and his hero, and wonders just how big the world must be. Without the presence of Lasis in Tivera, things are so different, but they're far from bad. People are actually quite happy. With another sigh, he brings his head back up, and then he glances down at his still-present erection.

Please calm down, body. I can't face the girls like this! Oh what the heck. I'll take some time and eat the whole sandwich. I'm sure Lasis won't mind where it's been.