[It's plainly written on her face that she's completely aware of what she's being told to do. But the shameful embarrassment is the closest thing to actual resistance Natsuru can manage anymore.
Obediently, she spreads her legs and lifts her skirt, making sure that her underwear is visible. Then, she reaches up with her free hand, gingerly cupping it around her breast. She's very cautious at first, very gently squeezing and rubbing her hand over herself. Even that is enough to make her cheeks flush and draw a few heavy, sighing breaths out of her. But quickly, she grows more bold, groping herself more shamelessly and moving to brush her fingers over the cloth. She gasps as she brushes over her nipple for the first time. That could have been the end of it, had she interpreted Inaba's command differently. But instead, Natsuru continues circling around that area with her finger as she gropes herself.]
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Obediently, she spreads her legs and lifts her skirt, making sure that her underwear is visible. Then, she reaches up with her free hand, gingerly cupping it around her breast. She's very cautious at first, very gently squeezing and rubbing her hand over herself. Even that is enough to make her cheeks flush and draw a few heavy, sighing breaths out of her. But quickly, she grows more bold, groping herself more shamelessly and moving to brush her fingers over the cloth. She gasps as she brushes over her nipple for the first time. That could have been the end of it, had she interpreted Inaba's command differently. But instead, Natsuru continues circling around that area with her finger as she gropes herself.]