Nothing to sneeze at at all. Those soft globe pressing to her back made Yuugi squirm her hands, trying to cop a feel herself, and distinctly remembering the times Patchouli had been kind enough to wrap them around her cock. The bookish librarian in the conservative clothes gave a mean titfuck.

"You think I'm gonna jizz myself just bein' fondled a bit?" Yuugi was pretty sure she could win this challenge if she did. Of course, of Patchouli starter stripping... Or worse, if she started taunting Yuugi with talk of their previous escapades, that might be a problem.