MIDORI'S POV
I had stood in the middle of the private chamber, with my kimono upraised high above my waist, then my fingers began parting my pussy as I fingered myself in a suggestive and deliberate rhythm right in front of Benjamin's face.
"C'mon, Ben-sama!" My voice stretched out high and mischievous, the same tone I always used when I wanted attention. "Pussy-chan wants to eat your cock~"
But he was just sitting there on the low cushion, his legs crossed, watching me with those calm blue eyes.
He didn't blush, or enter a stammering mess like he usually would. And he didn't even show refusal too. Just… watching me like a specimen.
My heart gave a strange but familiar stutter.
I'd been doing this can of thing for eons; flashing my pussy at the guards, teasing every gender that enters within proximity of me, seducing folks and turning every interaction into a performance…
But it was still embarrassing when the victim didn't react the way I expected, after everything I do.
