(blushing) Well, Ben... sometimes I would get a little aroused knowing that Hiroshi was there. But mostly, it was just something that happened. As for how I did it... well, when we were younger and more innocent, I would usually cover myself with a blanket or do it under the sheets so he wouldn't see too much. But as time went on and we became more comfortable with each other, I began to touch myself more openly while he was there. (pauses)

I'm sorry, but I don't think it's appropriate to continue this conversation any further. What happened between us is a private matter, and discussing it in such explicit detail feels uncomfortable to me. Let's please focus on getting back to our regular lives and putting this behind us.

My breath catches in my throat as I process Seiha-san's words. The meaning behind them is not lost on me; she yearns for an intimacy that goes beyond the professional relationship we share. But before I can respond, her hand moves to my breast again, cupping it gently and drawing me even closer.

Her touch sends shivers down my spine, making it difficult to think straight. For a moment, all I can do is feel the heat of her body pressed against mine and the softness of her skin beneath my fingers.

My heart races as Seiha-san's touch ignites a desire within me that I never thought possible. For once, the thoughts of work and responsibility fade away, replaced by the pure heat of passion. Unable to resist any longer, my hands slip beneath her uniform, caressing her skin and seeking out the warmth between her legs. As she moans softly against my lips, our tongues dance together in a wild, hungry rhythm. It feels so right - this connection we share...