"Must you wear those enhancements even at home? Your touch lacks the genuine article, I find it rather... unsatisfying."
"Could you grant me but a moment more to complete my studies? Your impatience is quite... pronounced. Truly, a man in the throes of such ardent desire is quite unbearable."
Hayasaka cast a disdainful glance downwards, suppressing her discomfort as she continued to scribble upon her papers.
It's not as if these are for your viewing pleasure... the true dimensions are all you need be privy to.
Indeed, Hayasaka only employed the enhancements for the benefit of the two diminutive maidens, Eriri and Utaha. Though her own endowment was hardly prodigious, a C-cup's dominance over an A was preferable to that of a B over an A.
"Pray, assist me with this matter."
Kagura unfastened his trousers, presenting his manhood to Hayasaka's hand.
"...Do you intend to... deposit upon my academic work?"
Hayasaka swiftly removed her papers, turning back to him with a listless glare.
"Ah, that does sound rather... intriguing!"
Kagura's excitement was palpable, his member growing even more robust than before.
Click!
Hayasaka deftly unsheathed the point of her compass, twirling it with the skill of a penman. Kagura, in response, cleared his throat and retreated a step or two.
"Hmph..." With an impassive expression, Hayasaka donned a protective sheath, cradling her chin as she observed his oscillating manhood. After a languid yawn, she grasped it, casting a sidelong glance as she moved her hand. "Might you... desire me to don hosiery?"
"Pray, elucidate your reasoning."
"Hm? If you have no such inclination, then..."
Hayasaka secretly rejoiced.
I had begun to suspect your gaze had fallen upon the ever-present knee-highs of Yukinoshita and the pantyhose of Kasumigaoka Shiwa and Sakurajima Mai, prompting you to seek a substitute in me. It appears your focus remains solely upon me.
"That is of no consequence. Whether you adorn hosiery or not, do you believe I would cease to... pay homage to your legs?"
"Pervert. There is a pervert here, and he seems rather... proud of it."
"Ahem..."
Kagura extended his hand, inviting Hayasaka to... partake of his fingers. As she reluctantly complied, she continued to... attend to his manhood, the glistening trail of her saliva upon his fingertips igniting a fiery sensation within him.
"Speaking of which..." Kagura glanced towards the door of Hayasaka's room, which connected to his own. He gestured with his chin. "It appears one of my undergarments has... vanished. Could it be that you surreptitiously pilfered it to... indulge your olfactory senses within your bedding? Aagh! You wound me!"
Kagura swiftly withdrew his hand, which had been receiving such pleasurable attention, and shook it in pain.
"Lord Kagura, might I suggest a more... realistic appraisal of your person?" Hayasaka covered her mouth, speaking with deliberate slowness and undisguised disdain. "Your undergarments are objects I would eschew even a glance at, let alone physical contact. Were you a maiden of youthful beauty, I might, perhaps, have purloined your undergarment for the purposes of studying its design."
Despite her words, Hayasaka's ministrations to Kagura's manhood did not cease.
"How curious..." Kagura, too, sampled the taste of Hayasaka's saliva from his index and middle fingers, savoring it with a soft smack of his lips. "And have you, perhaps, been remiss in your duties of late? Have you neglected to instruct the maids in the proper laundering of my undergarments?"
"Firstly, it is impossible for me to be remiss. Secondly, what is the nature of the... issue with your missing undergarment?"
"Well... it is difficult to articulate. I have a certain... impression," Kagura scratched his head, leaning closer to her ear to whisper. "Though I change my undergarments daily, they occasionally possess a rather... peculiar aroma."
Similar to the... intimate secretions of a young woman, imbued with a certain... carnal allure.
Kagura, after all, was well-acquainted with the scent of Hayasaka's own undergarments, particularly when she was... aroused, the fragrance emanating from her legs.
The only difference lay in the fabric.
"Is it not more likely that you simply discarded them somewhere, neglected to launder them, and subsequently retrieved them?"
Hayasaka's expression grew increasingly scornful. She released his manhood, covering her face with both hands. "I implore you, cease this self-delusion regarding your malodorous undergarments and their supposed disappearance. Should such an... incident recur, kindly deposit them directly into the laundry basket for the staff to attend to. Your behavior is... unbecoming, not only to yourself but to me as well... Ugh—"
Seated upon her chair, Hayasaka shook her head vehemently, stamping her feet in protest. She was torn between tears and laughter, yet unable to give voice to either, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"Are you certain you have not... engaged in solitary activities with my undergarments, only to return them to my drawer?"
"How could I possibly engage in such a thing? What manner of woman do you take me for...? I never imagined I would be subjected to such an accusation. It is mortifying. Utterly mortifying..."
Hayasaka, her voice thick with emotion, spoke through her hands, on the verge of tears.
"...Perhaps I am mistaken?"
"Is there any other plausible explanation?" Hayasaka, still concealing her face, spoke in a muffled tone. "You cannot be so narcissistic as to believe that the maids of this household harbor secret affections for you?"
"No, no... The reaction of Kagura alone would dispel such a notion. She is, after all, the most... representative of the maids, save for yourself."
"Why, pray tell, does Kagura's name enter this conversation at this juncture?" Hayasaka cautiously parted her fingers, her eyes wide with curiosity. She lowered her voice. "Could it be that... you harbor... intentions?"
"Ahem..." Kagura grasped Hayasaka's desk, turning his head and stroking his chin with feigned nonchalance. "Is it not... natural to harbor certain... thoughts about a young woman as... charming as her, after years of cohabitation?"
"In simpler terms, you desire to... insert your grotesque and robust phallus into the diminutive and delicate orifice of young Kagura, to... lavish your affections upon her entire being, to... caress her meager bosom, and to... deposit your malodorous and viscous seminal fluid within her womb. Is that an accurate summation of your intent?"
Hayasaka's face was devoid of emotion as she delivered her stark and unadorned query.
"Is that truly a simpler way of putting it? Pray, refrain from such vivid descriptions! I can almost... visualize the scene!"
Kagura shifted his increasingly engorged manhood, caught between desire and hesitation.
"Lord Kagura, you are truly a... monstrous individual. To harbor such desires for a young woman as pure and innocent as Kagura..."
As she spoke, Hayasaka slid her chair closer to Kagura, lowering her head to... envelop his manhood within her mouth.
"Ah..." Kagura sighed in pleasure as her warm, moist mouth and tongue... embraced him. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation. "Is it not... natural for a man of my age to... entertain such thoughts about a young woman as... captivating as Kagura?"
Hayasaka, silent, merely glared at him before deftly unbuckling his belt. She briefly released his member, intent on removing his trousers entirely.
"Agh, the pain! Are you attempting to... sever my manhood?"
"That would reduce my... supplementary duties by more than half."
"Those are not 'duties,' they are our... agreement!"
Kagura, moments from... inserting his manhood to facilitate the removal of his trousers, found that Hayasaka had already accomplished the task. Indeed, her actions had been quite deliberate.
"Only those of us who have known you since childhood can... tolerate your presence," Hayasaka remarked, her face contorted in distaste. She flicked Kagura's manhood with her fingertip, shaking her head with a soft "tsk tsk." "Imagine, if you will, the reaction of young Kagura were she to be presented with such a... repulsive and obscene appendage. What would she make of it?"