This thing between them, whatever it is, feels awkward and weird, like something's fractured between them. Part of Suguru wants to pulls away and make Satoru talk to her, and solve the emotional crisis she's clearly dealing with, unable to handle whatever is creeping up for her. But that's part of the problem, isn't it?

Still, since Satoru doesn't draw back, Suguru figures it's safe enough to continue. She looks up at Satoru again. "Formality doesn't suit you, Satoru," she says, with a little roll of her eyes. "You can pull my hair if you need to."

She moves her fingers lower, gently teasing her lips, and then dips her thumb lower, seeking out her clit, rubbing small circles around it. She focuses her attention on Satoru's cunt, watching how she reacts with each little touch. She's teasing more than anything, wanting to get her away from that awkward, weird place into something more aroused before putting her mouth on Satoru.