She's bad at speaking in front of people, and can't break the habit of reading books with her gaze cast down.
She can't say no when pushed, and there's a slight pause before she says "yes"—
Sakakibara is incredibly cute.
She loves quiet places.
The smell of the library.
The sound of rustling paper.
And that reaction of freezing up when I get close.
That's why I don't touch.
I lick.
The nape of her neck,
behind her ears,
slowly, as if tracing her cheeks.
I don't do it hard.
I don't rush her.
I just keep licking, wet and sticky.
Being weak to pressure, her body reacts before any words of refusal.
While saying "no," she loses sight of any reason to run away.
As I lick, I confirm.
As I lick, I teach her.
About how she's getting used to being licked.
This isn't guidance.
It's not dominance either.
I'm simply tasting her adult "weakness" from the closest possible distance.
By the time I noticed, in a silence like that of the library,
she was the one looking at me with eyes that waited for my tongue.
—So today, I lick again.
