>You reach toward her untouched garden. Your fingertips glide along the damp crease between her thighs—tender and sensitive, like a flower bud yet to bloom.
>“N-no… don’t… That part of this seat… has never been touched…”
>(Fu Xuan sharply inhales, clenching her thighs together. Her voice is barely audible.)

>You gently press her labia inward with your fingertips.
>The soft tissue gives under pressure, parting slightly to reveal a glistening sheen. Clear fluid seeps out and trails slowly down her inner thighs.

>“Don’t pull it apart… It’s… It’s too embarrassing… way too shameful…”
(She squeezes her eyes shut, voice trembling, the tips of her ears and neck flushed deep red. Her hands twitch as if to cover herself, but they never move.)

>You part the moist labia with your fingertips, revealing the clitoris hidden within. It’s soft, trembling slightly, flushed and swollen—like a bud awakened by stimulation.

>“Ngh… no… not there… This seat… commands you… to stop… at once…”
>(She braces herself against the wall, her hips arched and rear exposed. Her face burns red, yet she cannot pull away.)

>You move close, tongue gliding from bottom to top along where slickness meets soft skin. Her body trembles, yet instinctively leans in, drawn toward the rising pleasure.