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It was the first quiet moment alone they’d had since Momo had been saved… mostly. She was… tiny. The size of Ken’s longest finger, maybe.
Ken held her up to about eye level, trying to find that courage from before. What he found instead was something different.
“Miss Ayase,” he stammered, distracted. She was glaring up at him in a little doll dress from Aira, her arms crossed. “I know I said I’d c-confess again but-”
He swallowed roughly. He had to hold her closer to see her expression, the familiar twitch of her eyebrows, the pout of her miniscule lips.
“Miss Ayase,” he tried again, but something unexpected came out. “You’re so cute like this,” he breathed. His shaky exhale moved her hair away from her tiny little face. “You’re so… small.”
Even tiny, he could see the way she flushed, tugging awkwardly at the ill fitting clothes and looking away from him.
“Don’t say it like that, idiot,” she muttered, almost inaudible as her reedy voice struggled to reach Ken’s ears.
God, she was- And he- He wasn’t sure if it was because he finally had both his balls back, but he felt something… stirring, down there.
It’s bigger than Momo right now, he thought, his face heating. He imagined pulling his pants down and setting her down beside his dick and- and seeing what she did.
She wanted him to confess properly, so that must mean she liked him, didn’t she? And if she liked him…
Maybe she would do her best to wrap her little arms around it. Or all her limbs. Maybe she would try to lick at the tip, choke on the drops of arousal there-
“W-what are you thinking?” she asked suddenly. “You’re all red.”
Ken jerked back, breathing heavy. “Nothing, Miss Ayase!”