At such words from Arisa, Yuzuru’s brain stilled for a moment.
What did she mean by “touch them”?
From the context, it would be her breasts.
Arisa’s breasts.
“That’s…”
To touch or not to touch?
When asked to choose between the two, of course he would want to touch it.
Yuzuru is a healthy boy, so he is just as interested in his girlfriend’s breasts as any other healthy boy.
“… is that okay?”
When Yuzuru asked this, Arisa looked away, her cheeks blushing.
She then replied with a mumble and a slight hush.
“It’s not going to reduce or anything… and since we’re lovers… a little touching is fine, you know?”
The shy way his girlfriend said this was… very endearing.
To the point that he wanted to eat her.
However, at this point, Yuzuru’s reasoning hit the brakes.
One concern came to his mind.
(Could it be that she’s pushing herself…?)
If she didn’t do such things, Yuzuru might leave her.
Such anxiety might have led her to say and do such things, even though she didn’t actually want to.
“Arisa…”
He called out her name.
Then Arisa’s small shoulders jerked, and she looked up at Yuzuru.
Her jade green eyes were slightly moist.
Her white skin was flushed and her cheeks were reddened.
(This is…)
To Yuzuru’s eyes… she seemed to be giving ‘Okay‘.
At least she didn’t seem displeased, at all.
Isn’t it a-okay then?
In fact, maybe not touching might be a bad idea.
How would she feel if he didn’t take her up on it, or if he refused her after she had summoned up the courage to offer it?
If it were Yuzuru, he would probably be hurt.
“…then, excuse me!”
“Y-yes!”
Yuzuru lightly poked Arisa’s breasts from the top of her clothes, gingerly.
With a soft touch, his index finger slightly distorted the shape of her breast.
Arisa, on the other hand, squeezed her eyes shut …and then opened them timidly.
“How’s…it?”
“…so soft.”
Yuzuru gave a rather cliché impression.
Unknown to Arisa, he had touched her breasts before.
While she was asleep, he pulled a little prank on her – Though it was not really a secret from Arisa, since she was only feigning sleep at the time – rather it was a secret for her.
So, there is nothing very emotional about the feeling of the breast itself.