Fauna was determined to fight the inexplicable feelings, convinced she could prove her identity as a pure mother.
But just then—
"Time to flip over, Fauna." He said casually. "The real massage starts from the front."
Fauna's breath caught.
"W-Wait—" She stammered, but before she could move, Mika's strong hands gripped her hips. With effortless strength, he turned her over onto her back.
Her naked breasts bounced free, heavy and oiled, jiggling from the motion.
The cool air hit her stiff nipples, making them tighten even more—pink, perky, glistening like little jewels under the lamplight.
Mortified, Fauna instantly covered them up with her hands.
In the past, she never did this; she allowed Mika to watch as much as he wanted.
But right now, the intense shame and embarrassment were overwhelming.
Mika, however, was not allowing it.
"How am I supposed to give you a massage when you are covering yourself like this, Fauna?"
