As soon as it was his turn, Ethan began roughly kneading my chest.

While he excused it as “his own way of taking measurements,” I wasn’t naive enough to be fooled by such a flimsy excuse.

He just wants to touch me however he pleases.

Honestly, he can be so insincere. At least I pretended to be measuring—he, on the other hand, went straight for groping.

Squish, squish.

“Mmgh… haa…”

Though I tried my best to stifle any sounds, aware that Isabel and Eris were in the next room, a few inappropriate noises still slipped out. I could only hope …