[ Soft— whatever Ayaka has become, she's soft, almost like jelly, yet cold. Aether's fingertips sink just a little inside her body, his touch somehow not ending up icy compared to the rest of her state. But it is wet— that much he will be able to feel.
While she's completely unaware of the magic being used, Ayaka does feel something. She does not squirm or writhe in place, but when she looks to the other direction as her eyes close, it's as if she's growing increasingly uncomfortable. ]
Ah... [ Was that a moan just now? Like a sensitive part being touched? Does Ayaka not mind at all where she's touched so long as she feels something inside her? Her breath is heavy, a thin cloud of ice coming out of what seems to be her mouth when she heaves a sigh. ] It feels... hot, but it doesn't feel bad.
In fact, it is quite the opposite.
[ And between what would be her legs, the coolness ever so slowly goes up. ]
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While she's completely unaware of the magic being used, Ayaka does feel something. She does not squirm or writhe in place, but when she looks to the other direction as her eyes close, it's as if she's growing increasingly uncomfortable. ]
Ah... [ Was that a moan just now? Like a sensitive part being touched? Does Ayaka not mind at all where she's touched so long as she feels something inside her? Her breath is heavy, a thin cloud of ice coming out of what seems to be her mouth when she heaves a sigh. ] It feels... hot, but it doesn't feel bad.
In fact, it is quite the opposite.
[ And between what would be her legs, the coolness ever so slowly goes up. ]