Began to kiss Mitsuru's inner thighs.

(Chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

No, Minako had her limits. Whatever else had come over the girl, Mitsuru was confident in assuring herself that the cheery youth wouldn't go THAT far.

Mitsuru was proven wrong in mere seconds. Her body froze up and her back went against the seat, her shoulders rising and falling tensely as her breath instinctively quickened. The only thing that kept Mitsuru from gasping out as Minako's lips traced her skin was the biting of her own lip.

"A, ari...arisato-.... s, stop this..."

Mitsuru whispered in a meek tone that would have made Fuuka sound like the most strong-willed person in the world.

Still, it at least did jar Mitsuru out of the vain hope that Minako was going to snap out of it. That was proof positive that not only was the girl acting way, way out of character... she wasn't going to stop unless Mitsuru intervened.

As those soft lips continued to trace her bared skin, Mitsuru finally acted.

She clenched her hands into small fists, reached over to Minako's head, and...