The Empire of Reimia (3)

— It will get hot faster than you can think. — Nanako deftly shrugged off her upper garments, exposing her torso, and then approached Moriner, pushing him against the wall of the room they were in, pressing her palm against it to prevent him from escaping, and wedged her knee between his legs. — If we're lucky, no one will see, but if not... that's even better. — Finishing the last phrase, she ran her tongue along his cheek and licked his eye.

Moriner's hopes of quickly getting rid of the Nihon cultist were quickly dashed: the last thing he managed to do was to resignedly look over her shoulder in search of other visitors, but, unfortunately, the room was completely empty.
When Nanako undressed and pinned him against the wall, the journalist could no longer think of anything abstract. His hands trembled betrayingly with a single desire, and his body communicated its passionate desires faster than his mind, but fear, inexperience, and confusion still remained with him. Therefore, Moriner froze hesitantly in place, like a statue, staring blankly at the Nihon woman's chest and afraid to even move.