[Even if he weren't her servant, there's no way he could deny Inaba right now.
He gives an affirmative noise, and he slides his hand up from Inaba's leg to her chest. They're not quite undressed, after all, and they'll have to untangle long enough to get out of the rest of their clothes. But as his hand slides over one of Inaba's breasts, he realizes something very important: he has no idea how bras work.
So, basically, he cups her boob and then stops for a moment. And then there's a confession murmured against her neck.]
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He gives an affirmative noise, and he slides his hand up from Inaba's leg to her chest. They're not quite undressed, after all, and they'll have to untangle long enough to get out of the rest of their clothes. But as his hand slides over one of Inaba's breasts, he realizes something very important: he has no idea how bras work.
So, basically, he cups her boob and then stops for a moment. And then there's a confession murmured against her neck.]
Um...I might. Er.
This isn't a kind of clothing I'm familiar with.
[Please help him get your bra off, Inaba.]