[Xiao Xingchen's daze is interrupted by the brush of several willow branches to the back of his head, then sweeping all around him. It tickles for a moment, and despite everything, the feeling draws out a quiet but irrepressible laugh. He can't pay much attention to whatever Xue Yang is telling him right now. Rather than passing through them as he expects, however, they start pressing around him, sticking close to him even as the river should be carrying him past them. He tries to brush them aside, yet each push only tugs at his clothes some more.
If he's to be more reserved with his trust, he thinks in exasperation, he should at least start with any plant that he can't cook!
At first the situation seems fine enough as long as he can pull them off of him, but he should have known this wouldn't be as easy to deal with as Plant-bro (after the first time). The warmth seeps in from every one of the numerous branches all at once, what was light and faint at first now surges through him in a multiplied force.
Without a consistent outlet, the sensation is instantly suffocating, his lower half in near-tear inducing pain from the intensity of the sudden arousal. His eyes fly open, the world around him a blur as tiny noises escape his agape mouth.
Curling underneath the skirt, hooking under the front and the sleeves, the branches start pulling the dress up and off. His awareness returns to him just enough to try to twist his body and pull away - even with no idea where to - when the branches manage to undo the bow tying the apron around his waist. Now with less holding the dress in place, it only takes one more quick tug before he can see the bottom of the dress above his head.
Xiao Xingchen had picked up a strange habit in recent times, which he might have his "friend" to thank for. Now, the only piece of fabric revealed underneath the dress is the garter belt holding up the stockings.]
W-Wait...!
[Gripping the side of the boat, his trembling arm reaches out to the dress that grows further and further away. The willows take the opportunity of his distraction to start brushing against more of the bared skin, the many branches closing in around him tightly enough to hide him from Xue Yang's sight for a moment.]
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If he's to be more reserved with his trust, he thinks in exasperation, he should at least start with any plant that he can't cook!
At first the situation seems fine enough as long as he can pull them off of him, but he should have known this wouldn't be as easy to deal with as Plant-bro (after the first time). The warmth seeps in from every one of the numerous branches all at once, what was light and faint at first now surges through him in a multiplied force.
Without a consistent outlet, the sensation is instantly suffocating, his lower half in near-tear inducing pain from the intensity of the sudden arousal. His eyes fly open, the world around him a blur as tiny noises escape his agape mouth.
Curling underneath the skirt, hooking under the front and the sleeves, the branches start pulling the dress up and off. His awareness returns to him just enough to try to twist his body and pull away - even with no idea where to - when the branches manage to undo the bow tying the apron around his waist. Now with less holding the dress in place, it only takes one more quick tug before he can see the bottom of the dress above his head.
Xiao Xingchen had picked up a strange habit in recent times, which he might have his "friend" to thank for. Now, the only piece of fabric revealed underneath the dress is the garter belt holding up the stockings.]
W-Wait...!
[Gripping the side of the boat, his trembling arm reaches out to the dress that grows further and further away. The willows take the opportunity of his distraction to start brushing against more of the bared skin, the many branches closing in around him tightly enough to hide him from Xue Yang's sight for a moment.]