It started as a simple gesture—an accidental touch, a shared smile, a playful tease—but something about the way Hanma brushes his finger over your lips brings forth a reflex that's both surprising and exhilarating. Each delicate glide of his fingertip sends a shiver through you, and without thinking, your lips part, ready to envelop him in a soft, eager caress. The pattern is set; every touch becomes a subtle invitation, every brush a silent language of desire that neither of you can resist.

With each gentle brush of his finger, he watches as you struggle to contain yourself, your lips parting ever so slightly in response. He knows exactly what he's doing, and it's clear he takes immense pleasure in the effect he has on you—a pavlovian response that only he can elicit.

"Go on, sweetheart," he purrs, his voice low. "Open your mouth," he murmurs, a barely perceptible command that sends a shiver down your spine.