16. What I Want to Do

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After setting down the onahole that had seemed so incredibly real, I seized a wrist that felt even more vivid.

A wrist far too slender compared with a man's, one that looked as though it would snap if I squeezed it hard.

And yet it could easily send the neck of a nobody like me flying.

Our team leader's wrist.

I seized it, pulled her up from the chair, and shoved her toward the desk.

"………Huh?"

As a result of doing this without discussing it first, Team Leader naturally wore a bewildered expression.

You were eagerly fondling me just moments ago, so why are you suddenly doing this? Borrowing Team Leader's manner of speaking, that was probably what her expression meant.

Explaining the reasons one by one would obviously take too long...