204 Vol. 4 pt. 7 Patch 2.0: Prime Real Estate (2/2)

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”I can't even feel that, so there is no point in moving your hand!”

That doesn't stop him from rubbing her leg more, slowly sliding it up higher toward her thighs.

Whereas before, she was truthfully only offering a minor amount of resistance, her strength increases as soon as he's getting close to her thighs.

Ryouta's eyes widen a bit from just how easily she's able to stop his hand from advancing any farther.

When he looks up at her, he sees determined eyes and a serious expression telling him that his hand will not make it any farther up.

”Why – why can't I touch your thighs?” Ryouta asks Alice.

”Because I know what you will be thinking if you do,” Alice answers, her voice just as cold and as serious as her expression.

”But… them being soft and squishy is a good thi—”

Oh no.

Ryouta remembers that he decided before to never call either Cassandra or Alice ”squishy” before because he knew that would be a death sentence for him.

And what did he just call Alice's thighs that she's already insecure about?

Squishy.

”Squishy?” Alice asks, a twisted smile on her face as she forces her eyes to stay closed lest she look at him with murderous intent.

”Y-yeah… like, in a… in a good way. You know, like uhh… jello?” Ryouta tries to save it.

He makes it even worse.

”You're so,” Cassandra says, watching the disaster unfold, but sighs instead of finishing her sentence. ”I'm buying a dog house for you if you ever call me that.”

Ryouta tries to pull his hand away from Alice's leg, but now she's holding onto it with a death grip. Serra may be the wolf to Ryouta's bunny, but now Alice is the serpent to Ryouta's rowboat.

”Help,” Ryouta says, looking at Cassandra.

”Nope,” Cassandra answers.

”Save me,” he says, looking at Serra.

Serra looks away and puckers her lips as if to whistle despite no noise coming out due to the fact that she has no idea how to whistle.

”I – I love you?” he tries to tell Alice.

”Squishy,” Alice reminds him. ”Like jello.”

Ryouta brings his other hand up to try and free his hand, but that one gets grabbed onto as well. ”You're – you're seriously strong.”

”Oh? I thought I was squishy like jello? Squishy jello is not strong. It is squishy.”

Ryouta has two choices.

Either he can die without ever experiencing something he has always wanted to experience, or he can really die while getting to experience something that he has always wanted to experience.

If he's going to die here, he might as well go out in a blaze of beautiful glory.

Ryouta looks down at her thighs, takes a deep breath, and lunges his head forward!

Alice opens her eyes too late to see and stop what he's doing.

Ryouta plants his face right into her thighs. He's been wanting a lap pillow from her for so long. While this might not be a lap pillow since he's pushing his face down between her thighs rather than resting his head on them, this is good enough.

He can die happy.

Or not.

”St-stop!” Alice whines, squirming around as she shivers and giggles.

What's this? Has Ryouta discovered a weakness of hers?

”It – your nose is tickling me!” Alice whines.

Ryouta rubs his nose some more against the spot that it's pressing against, causing her to burst into a fit of laughter strong enough that she releases his hands and futilely tries pulling his head away.

Wait, she has feeling in her thighs? And that feeling is one of her weaknesses as it's a severely ticklish spot?

Ryouta may just live to see another day.