"Are you going to help?" Koumyou whines, as that long moment drags on, and then, "Brace myself against wha--!"
Down goes the shirt! Koumyou's arms and head all manage to come out the correct openings, though with the nature of all that loose, damp hair, the priest's head jerks back as far as it can go. That's so much pulling on his scalp!
His face is even flushed from all the struggle! Long bangs all mussed, too, from the shirt, half in his face. The priest looks like-- maybe--
"My hero," Koumyou says only, with a breathless little laugh, his bony hands immediately darting to the back of his neck to start pulling his hair up and out of the obscenely tight shirt by the handful.
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Down goes the shirt! Koumyou's arms and head all manage to come out the correct openings, though with the nature of all that loose, damp hair, the priest's head jerks back as far as it can go. That's so much pulling on his scalp!
His face is even flushed from all the struggle! Long bangs all mussed, too, from the shirt, half in his face. The priest looks like-- maybe--
"My hero," Koumyou says only, with a breathless little laugh, his bony hands immediately darting to the back of his neck to start pulling his hair up and out of the obscenely tight shirt by the handful.