"I don't understand..." Hikari replies quite earnestly, though it's hard to say where (or if) one should start trying to explain things to her.  Especially since her body already seems to know the score; as his hands slip underneath the hem of her skirt, she reflexively parts her thighs and flexes her strong little glutes to raise her hips just a tiny bit, presenting her squeaky-clean, hairless quim like a bullseye for him.<br/><br/>"O-Oh no~~"  The lilting, lyrical tone has snuck into her voice again, even as she glances down toward her lap and then up to meet his eyes, swallowing a lump in her throat.  Her heart skips a beat when his fingertips graze her silky sex, breath catching in her throat, eyes boring straight back into his, transfixed.  Her thighs part slightly wider, and her tongue slooooowly pokes out to wet her very dry lips...