Nathan gaped. His eyes hadn't even narrowed yet, but the Tower Manager's hand was already reaching out.
Slow. Gentle. Not threatening—but that's exactly what made him shiver.
"Me…?" Nathan muttered, uncertain.
His hand moved on reflex, a motion he didn't even realize. Their fingertips touched.
Cold.
Then—
GRAB!
"Ah—?!"
The Tower Manager pulled him in. Nathan's arm was yanked straight into a cold hug that, weirdly… felt warm.
"Eh? Wait…!"
Too late.
Nathan's face crashed into something soft.
Plump… squish…
Cleavage. Milky. Mature. Perfumed.
"Aghmf—!"
His breath was trapped between two soft mounds that defied gravity. His erect cock pressed against the black fabric over her lower body, coating it with foam.
GRAB—
Both of the Tower Manager's hands gripped Nathan's butt.
Her left hand squeezed like she was testing the texture for authenticity. Her right moved like she was kneading dough.
"F-Fuck…! What are you doing?!" Nathan squirmed, but her hug didn't loosen.
