The Entrance Ceremony (1)

After pretending to be asleep while talking in my sleep, I spent about thirty minutes fondling Han Sora’s breasts.

When I figured that was probably enough, I stopped moving my fingers and fell asleep just like that, holding her close. I also quietly lifted the insomnia suggestion I’d placed on myself to keep me awake for nearly two hours.

‘It’s a little disappointing, but thirty minutes should be enough.’

What mattered was that I got to touch Han Sora’s breasts, even if only for thirty minutes, and observe her reaction.

It was an act meant simply to satisfy my desires, but it was also a way to gauge how she felt about me and how much she trusted me.

The fact that she hadn’t gotten angry and woken me up proved that she trusted me not to touch her breasts on purpose.

And the fact that she’d briefly covered herself, then let me touch her again, showed that Han Sora had feelings for me to some degree, too.

Until now, I’d been cautious because I couldn’t be sure how much she liked me, but this was probably proof enough.

Otherwise, no matter how bad my sleeping habits were, she wouldn’t let another man touch her breasts.

‘I probably won’t be able to do this twice in one night.’...