"I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to..." Yoko Minamino trembled as she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering rapidly. She slightly raised her head, her breathing becoming extremely rapid, her hands tightly clenched into fists, and her lips quivering faintly.
"You... go ahead..."
Yoko Minamino perhaps thought Yasin was going to kiss her, so she slightly raised her head, offering up her soft, pink lips.
A teasing smile curled at the corners of Yasin's lips. His hand, which had been caressing Yoko Minamino, slowly slid down to her delicate neck.
As Yasin's fingers moved, Yoko Minamino trembled even more violently.
Suddenly, Yasin violently grabbed the collar of Yoko Minamino's shirt and tore it open. His left hand roughly slipped into her bra, grasping her full, round breast, kneading it with rough dominance.
