The perverted man's fingertips were still repeatedly rubbing over the Hello Kitty pattern, his rough finger pads scraping lightly against the edges of the screen-print, causing the fabric to gently chafe the girl's skin beneath. At first, it was just a tickling sensation like a feather brushing over, spreading bit by bit along the skin under the clothing. Before long, that tickle turned into a piercing itch, rippling from her chest and surging all the way to her waist side—that was the spot where the girl was most ticklish. Unfortunately, the perverted man's palm unconsciously brushed against the striped hem of her skirt, the friction of the fabric instantly doubling the itch.
The girl's body tensed up abruptly, her teeth clamping down hard on her lower lip, terrified that any sound might betray a hint of laughter. Her cheeks flushed red from holding it in, tears nearly forced out by the itch. Her struggling movements froze; she could only stiffen her body rigidly, keeping her breathing extremely shallow. The muscles in her waist and abdomen twitched uncontrollably, her legs instinctively clamping together, toes digging into the ground, trying to suppress the itch with pain.
The perverted man was still immersed in his own excitement, his fingers even sliding along the pattern to the girl's waist-side fabric, gently pinching the edge of the cloth. This time, the itch shot through her body like an electric current; her shoulders shuddered uncontrollably, a faint muffled hum escaping her throat. She quickly bit down on the tip of her tongue, forcibly swallowing back that bit of laughter, her ears turning red all the way through.
Her heart raced with panic—if this pervert discovered she was ticklish, who knows how he'd use it to torment her; she'd have no strength left to resist. So she kept her mouth shut tight, eyes squeezed closed, pretending to still be in the grip of fear, letting her body tremble slightly from the effort of enduring the itch. She just hoped he'd move his hand away soon, stop rubbing back and forth over her clothes. But the itch only grew stronger; she felt the corners of her mouth about to curl up uncontrollably and desperately pressed them down, even forcing physiological tears from the corners of her eyes, mingling with fear and the grievance of holding back laughter, silently sliding down.
The perverted man's fingertip had just slid over the girl's waist-side fabric when he noticed her body's extremely subtle stiffening and the unconscious tremor in her shoulders. A glint of amusement flashed in his eyes, but he didn't call it out immediately. Instead, he withdrew his hand, returning it to the pink bow on Hello Kitty, his fingertip seemingly casually poking lightly at the screen-print while he continued muttering: "This bow's screen-print is really thick; feels different to the touch..."
Seeing him move his hand away, the girl breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, thinking he was just purely obsessed with the pattern and hadn't discovered her ticklish secret. She quickly took the opportunity to adjust her breathing, trying to suppress the lingering itch, though her cheeks remained flushed red, the corners of her mouth still twitching uncontrollably.
変態男の指先は依然としてHello Kittyの柄を繰り返し撫で、粗い指の腹がスクリーン印刷の縁を擦っていた。その動作で布地が少女の肌に軽く触れ、最初はただ羽のようなくすぐったい感覚を生み、ゆっくりと服の下の肌に広がっていった。やがてそのくすぐったさが耐え難い痒みに変わり、胸元から一気に腰へ駆け巡った——そこは彼女の最もくすぐったがりな場所だった。しかも変態男の掌が無意識にスカートのストライプ裾を擦り、布地の摩擦が一瞬で痒みの強さを倍増させた。
少女の体が突然硬直し、彼女は歯を食いしばって下唇を強く噛み、笑いの気配を少しも漏らさないよう恐れた。頰が我慢で赤く染まり、涙がくすぐったさで強制的に溢れそうになった。さっきの挣扎が凍りつき、彼女は体を固くこわばらせ、浅い息遣いをするしかなかった。腹筋が勝手に痙攣し、足が本能的に寄せ合い強く締めつけ、つま先が地面に食い込んで痛みで痒みを抑えようとした。
変態男はまだ自分の興奮に浸り、指が柄に沿って少女の腰の布地まで滑り、軽く服の端を摘んだ。この触れ方で痒みが電流のように全身を駆け巡り、彼女の肩が勝手に震え、喉から微かなくぐもったうめきが漏れた。彼女は急いで舌先を噛み、その笑いの気配を強引に飲み込み、耳が完全に赤くなった。
心臓にパニックが握りしめられた——この変態に自分がくすぐったがりだとバレたら、きっとこの方法で彼女を苦しめ、抵抗する力さえ奪うだろう。だから彼女は口を固く閉じ、目を強くつぶり、恐怖に圧倒されたふりをして、体を微かに震わせることで痒みを抑えていた。ただ彼が早く手を離し、服を繰り返し撫でるのを止めてくれることを祈るだけだった。しかし痒みはますます強くなり、唇が勝手に上がろうとするのを必死に抑え、生理的な涙が目尻に溜まり——恐怖と笑いを抑える屈辱が混じり、静かに滑り落ちた。
変態男の指先がちょうど腰の布地を滑った瞬間、彼は彼女の体の微かな硬直と肩の無意識の軽い震えに気づいた。目に遊び心の光が閃いたが、すぐに指摘せず、手を引いてHello Kittyのピンクのリボンに戻し、指先をあたかも偶然のようにスクリーン印刷を突きながら呟いた：「このリボンのスクリーン印刷、結構厚いな——触ると感触が違うよ……」
彼が手を離したのを見て、少女は内心で安堵の息を吐き、彼がただ柄に執着しているだけで、自分のくすぐったがりさに気づいていないと思った。彼女は急いで息を整え、残る痒みを払おうとしたが、頰はまだ赤く、口元が勝手に痙攣していた。
变态男的指尖还在Hello Kitty图案上反复摩挲，粗糙的指腹蹭过胶印边缘时，布料跟着轻轻刮擦少女的皮肤，起初只是像羽毛拂过般的搔麻感，顺着衣料下的肌肤一点点蔓延开。没一会儿，那股搔麻就变成了钻心的痒，从胸口漾开，一路窜到腰侧——那是少女最怕痒的地方，偏偏变态男的手掌还无意识地蹭到了裙摆的条纹处，布料的摩擦让痒意瞬间翻了倍。
少女的身体猛地绷紧，牙关死死咬住下唇，生怕一出声就泄露出笑意。她的脸颊憋得通红，眼泪都快被痒意逼出来了，原本挣扎的动作也僵住，只能僵硬地挺着身子，连呼吸都放得极浅。腰腹的肌肉不受控制地轻轻抽搐，双腿也下意识地并拢夹紧，脚趾抠着地面，试图用痛感压下那股痒意。
变态男还沉浸在自己的兴奋里，手指甚至顺着图案滑到了少女的腰侧衣料上，轻轻捏了捏布料边缘。这一下，痒意像电流般窜遍全身，少女的肩膀控制不住地抖了抖，喉咙里逸出一丝极轻的闷哼，她赶紧用牙齿咬住舌尖，硬生生把那点笑意咽了回去，连耳根都红透了。
她心里慌得厉害，要是被这个变态发现自己怕痒，指不定会用这种方式折磨自己，到时候连反抗的力气都没有。于是她死死闭着嘴，眼睛也紧紧闭着，假装还在恐惧中，任由身体因强忍痒意而微微颤抖，只盼着变态男能快点移开手，别再在她的衣服上反复摩挲。可那股痒意却越来越浓，她感觉自己的嘴角都快要不受控制地往上扬，只能拼命往下压，连眼角都憋出了生理性的泪水，混着恐惧和憋笑的委屈，无声地滑落。
变态男的指尖刚滑过少女腰侧的衣料，就察觉到她身体那一下极细微的僵硬，还有肩膀不自觉的轻颤。他眼底闪过一丝玩味，却没立刻点破，反而收回手，重新落回Hello Kitty的粉色蝴蝶结上，指尖看似随意地轻轻戳着胶印，嘴里依旧念叨着：“这蝴蝶结的胶印真挺厚，摸起来就是不一样……”
少女见他移开了手，心里松了口气，以为他只是单纯沉迷图案，没发现自己怕痒的事，赶紧趁这个间隙调整呼吸，试图压下那股还没散去的痒意，只是脸颊依旧憋得通红，嘴角还在不受控制地微微抽搐。
But before she could recover, the perverted man's finger slowly slid down again—this time not directly touching the waist side, but using the back of his finger to lightly brush over the green-and-white stripes on her skirt hem, from the bottom edge all the way up. As it grazed her waist side, the skin on the back of his finger, through the fabric, brought a denser wave of tickling. The girl's body shuddered again; this time she reacted faster, immediately burying her face in the crook of her arm, pretending to curl up in fear, but the shaking in her shoulders became more obvious.
The perverted man watched her reaction, the smile at the corners of his mouth growing thicker, yet he still pretended to notice nothing. He even deliberately leaned in, asking in a hoarse voice with feigned concern: "What's wrong? Scared? I didn't even touch you—just feeling the clothes, is that enough to freak you out like this?"
As he spoke, he spread his palm open, covering the fabric at her waist side—not rubbing hard, but patting lightly, one tap at a time, like dusting off the clothes. This seemingly unintentional action caused the fabric to repeatedly chafe her most ticklish waist side, the itch surging like a tide. The girl bit down hard on her arm crook, the laughter in her throat barely contained, only letting out muffled "mmph mmph" sounds. Her body began twisting left and right uncontrollably, but with her hands suspended by the handcuffs, she couldn't escape at all.
"Still twisting?" The perverted man's fingers suddenly paused at her waist side, gently pinching the fabric, his tone carrying a deliberate hint of confusion. "Could this clothing be prickly? Or am I touching too hard?" As he said this, his fingertip began lightly circling along the waist-side fabric again, slower and lighter than before, like a feather brushing over. "Then I'll go easier—like this, that should be fine, right?"
The girl felt both panic and itch in her heart; she thought the perverted man just assumed she was twisting out of fear, completely unaware of her ticklishness. She could only continue to endure, burying her face deeper, even arching her body to try and reduce the fabric's friction. But his fingers seemed to have eyes, always sticking to her waist-side fabric—that gradual, teasing touch made holding back her laughter increasingly difficult. More tears welled up from the effort, mingling with fear, silently soaking the clothes at her arm crook.
しかし彼女が回復する間もなく、変態男の指が再びゆっくり滑り降りてきた——今度は直接腰へではなく、指の甲を使ってスカートの緑白ストライプ裾を軽く撫で、下から上へ掃き上げるようにした。腰に擦れると、指の甲の肌が布地を通じてより細かく密なくすぐったさを伝え、少女の体が再びビクッと跳ねた。今度は反応が速く、すぐに顔を腕の曲がりに埋め、恐怖で縮こまるふりをしたが、肩の震えがより明らかになった。
彼女の反応を見て、変態男の笑みが深まり、それでも気づかないふりを続け、わざと寄りかかり、ざらざらした「心配げな」声で尋ねた：「どうした？ 怖いのか？ まだお前に触ってないよ——服を触ってるだけだ。そんなに怖がるほどか？」
言いながら、彼は掌を広げて腰の布地に軽く置き——強く撫でず、極めて軽く叩くように、何度も何度も服の埃を払うふりをした。この一見無害な動作で布地が彼女の最もくすぐったがりな腰に繰り返し摩擦し、痒みが津波のように押し寄せた。少女は腕の曲がりを強く噛み、喉の笑いが抑えきれず、くぐもった「んんっ」という音だけが漏れ、体が勝手に左右に捩れ始めた。しかし手錠で吊られた手では全く逃げられなかった。
「まだ捩れてる？」変態男の指が突然腰で止まり、布地を軽く摘み、声に意図的な困惑を込めた。「もしかして服が肌を刺激してる？ それとも俺の触り方が強すぎる？」そう言いながら、指先が腰の布地にゆっくり軽く円を描き始めた——前より遅く軽く、羽が撫でるように。「じゃあもっと軽くするよ——これなら大丈夫だろ？」
パニックと痒みが彼女を圧倒し、彼女は彼がただ恐怖で捩れていると思っているだけで、くすぐったがりさに気づいていないと思った。ただ耐え続けるしかなく、顔をより深く埋め、体を反らして布地の摩擦を減らそうとした。しかし彼の指はまるで目があるように、常に腰の布地に張りつき——その緩やかな焦らしのような触れ方で、笑いを抑えるのがますます難しくなった。涙がさらに溜まり、恐怖と混じって静かに腕の袖を濡らした。
可没等她缓过来，变态男的手指又慢悠悠地滑了下来，这次不是直接碰腰侧，而是用指背轻轻蹭过少女裙摆的绿白条纹，从下摆一路往上，擦过腰侧时，指背的皮肤隔着布料，带出一阵更细密的搔麻。少女的身体又抖了一下，这次她反应更快，立刻把脸埋进臂弯里，假装是害怕得缩起来，可肩膀的抖动却越来越明显。
变态男看着她的反应，嘴角的笑意更浓了，却依旧装作毫无察觉的样子，甚至还故意凑过去，用沙哑的声音“关切”地问：“怎么了？怕了？我又没碰你，就是摸摸衣服而已，至于吓成这样？”
他一边说，一边将手掌摊开，覆在少女腰侧的衣料上，不是用力摩挲，而是极轻地、一下一下地轻轻拍打，像在拍掉衣服上的灰尘。这看似无意的动作，却让布料反复摩擦着少女最怕痒的腰侧，痒意像潮水般涌来，少女死死咬住臂弯，喉咙里的笑声快要憋不住，只能发出闷闷的“唔唔”声，身体也开始不受控制地左右扭动，可双手被手铐吊住，根本躲不开。
“还扭？”变态男的手指突然停在腰侧，轻轻捏了捏布料，语气里带着一丝刻意的疑惑，“难不成这衣服扎人？还是我摸得太用力了？”说着，他的指尖又开始顺着腰侧的衣料轻轻划圈，动作比刚才更慢、更轻，像羽毛般拂过，“那我轻点，这样总行了吧？”
少女心里又慌又痒，她以为变态男只是觉得自己害怕才扭动，根本不知道自己怕痒，只能继续硬撑，把脸埋得更深，连身子都弓了起来，试图减少布料的摩擦，可变态男的手指却像长了眼睛似的，始终黏在她的腰侧衣料上，那股循序渐进的挑逗似的触碰，让她的忍笑变得越来越艰难，眼泪也憋得更多，混着恐惧，无声地打湿了臂弯的衣服。
The girl, suspended in mid-air by the handcuffs, her gaze frantically scanning the sinister basement, suddenly caught a glimpse in her peripheral vision of various colored toothbrushes, plastic combs, and a few hard-bristled brushes scattered on the ground. They lay haphazardly on the cold concrete, gleaming with a cold plastic sheen under the yellowish light. Her heart clenched sharply; those seemingly ordinary grooming tools appeared indescribably eerie in this weird environment. She didn't dare think deeply about what they might be used for, only feeling a chill down her back. Her eyes touched them briefly before quickly looking away, but the perverted man still caught it.
"What are you looking at?" The perverted man's voice suddenly rang in her ear. He followed her gaze to the brushes and toothbrushes on the ground, the corners of his mouth curling into an amused smile as he deliberately drawled: "Guess what these things are for?"
The girl's body trembled slightly, her lips pressed tightly together. Countless terrifying thoughts flashed through her mind, but she didn't dare voice them. She could only force out a quivering answer, trying to steer away from those horrific guesses: "What... what could they be for? Just... just for brushing teeth or combing hair like normal, right?" After saying it, she instinctively shrank her neck, afraid her answer might anger him, or worse, that she'd guessed something even more terrifying.
The perverted man chuckled lowly. He slowly squatted down, picking up a blue hard-bristled toothbrush, his fingertip idly fiddling with the bristles. When he looked up at the girl, his eyes were full of teasing mockery: "You're half right—they are for cleaning." As he spoke, he lightly tapped the ground with the toothbrush handle. "But things for cleaning aren't necessarily for teeth, or hair, you know."
Those words stabbed into the girl's heart like a needle; looking at the toothbrush in his hand, she felt as if those stiff bristles were already brushing against her skin. The itch and fear intertwined, making her instinctively shrink back, but the handcuffs held her firmly in place, unable to move.
手錠で吊られた中空で、少女の視線が不気味な地下室を慌てて彷徨った。目尻に突然、地面に散らばった様々な歯ブラシ、プラスチックの櫛、数本の硬い毛のブラシが映った——冷たいコンクリートに無造作に転がり、黄色い光の下で硬いプラスチックの光沢を放っていた。心臓が急に収縮し、それらの一見普通の身だしなみ道具が、この奇妙な環境で言い表せない不気味さを放っていた。彼女は何に使われるのか考えたくなく、視線が触れた瞬間に逸らしたが、変態男はそれに気づいた。
「何を見てる？」変態男の声が突然耳元で響いた。彼女の視線を追って地面のブラシや歯ブラシを見て、口元に遊び心の笑みが浮かんだ。彼はわざと声を引き伸ばした：「これらが何に使うか、わかるか？」
少女の体が微かに震え、唇を強く結び、数えきれない恐怖の考えが頭を過ったが、声に出せなかった。彼女は震える声で答え、恐ろしい推測から逸らそうとした：「な……何に使うって……ただ……歯を磨いたり、髪を梳いたりするだけだろ？」言い終えて、彼女は無意識に首をすくめ、自分の答えが彼を怒らせるか——もっと恐ろしい用途を当ててしまったか怖かった。
変態男は低く笑い、ゆっくりしゃがんで青い硬毛の歯ブラシを拾い、指先で毛を軽く弾いた。少女を見上げると、目にからかいの嘲りが満ちていた：「半分正解だ——掃除に使うよ。」彼は歯ブラシの柄を軽く地面に叩いた。「でも掃除するのは必ずしも歯じゃなく、髪じゃなく。」
その言葉が針のように心臓を刺し、手の歯ブラシを見て、彼女は硬い毛がすでに肌を撫でるように感じた。痒みと恐怖が絡み合い、本能的に後ろへ縮まった——しかし手錠が彼女を固定し、動けなかった。
少女被手铐吊在半空，视线慌乱地扫过阴森的密室，余光突然瞥见地面上散落着各色的牙刷、塑料梳子，还有几柄硬毛刷子，它们东倒西歪地铺在冰冷的水泥地上，在昏黄的灯光下泛着冷硬的塑料光泽。她的心脏猛地一缩，那些看似普通的洗漱用具，在这诡异的环境里却透着说不出的诡异，她不敢深想这些东西会被用来做什么，只觉得背后一阵发凉，目光刚触到就赶紧移开，却还是被变态男捕捉到了。
“看什么呢？”变态男的声音突然在耳边响起，他顺着少女的视线看向地上的刷子和牙刷，嘴角勾起一抹玩味的笑，故意拖长了语调问，“你猜，这些东西是干嘛用的？”
少女的身体微微一颤，嘴唇抿得紧紧的，脑子里闪过无数可怕的念头，却不敢说出口，只能勉强挤出一个颤抖的答案，试图避开那些恐怖的猜想：“能……能干嘛，就是……就是你平时刷牙、梳头发用的吧？”她说完，还下意识地缩了缩脖子，生怕自己的答案触怒对方，又怕自己猜中了更可怕的用途。
变态男低低地笑了起来，他缓缓蹲下身，捡起一把蓝色的硬毛牙刷，指尖漫不经心地拨弄着牙刷的刷毛，抬眼看向少女时，眼底满是挑逗的戏谑：“算你说对了一半——确实是清洁用的。”他说着，用牙刷柄轻轻敲了敲地面，“不过，清洁的东西，可不一定是牙，也不一定是头发哦。”
这话像一根针，狠狠扎进少女的心里，她看着变态男手里的牙刷，只觉得那硬邦邦的刷毛仿佛已经蹭到了自己的皮肤，痒意和恐惧交织在一起，让她忍不住往后缩，却又被手铐牢牢拽住，动弹不得。
The perverted man, holding the toothbrush, lightly swept its bristles over the dust on the ground, then looked up at the girl with a mocking smile on his lips, adding: "Look at this basement—dust everywhere, spiderwebs in the corners, mud stains on the floor. So, where do you think these brushes should be used for cleaning?" He deliberately paused, his gaze slowly roaming around the basement as if seriously pondering the cleaning spots, not mentioning the girl at all in his words, nor leaning toward anything about tickling.
The girl followed his gaze to the grimy corners and mottled floor, the weight in her heart quietly lifting as she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She thought he was really just talking about cleaning the basement's dirt; all those terrifying images she'd conjured were just her scaring herself. He seemed only obsessively fixated on her clothing pattern, and his mention of the brushes stayed purely on the surface of "cleaning," with no intention of using them to tickle her. Her tense shoulders relaxed a bit, her lips moving but not daring to respond, just lowering her head to avoid his gaze as much as possible, afraid of drawing any other attention from him.
Seeing the girl silent, the perverted man didn't press further. He casually tossed the toothbrush back onto the ground, his attention immediately hooked back to the Hello Kitty pattern on her clothes. He leaned in close to her again, almost pressing against her chest, his fingers once more delicately rubbing the edges of the screen-print. As his fingertip traced over the glitter lines, his eyes regained that obsessed gleam, muttering to himself: "This pattern on your clothes is still the most interesting; the edges and corners of this screen-print seem to have picked up some dust—might as well give it a good 'cleaning'..." As he said this, he repeatedly wiped over the pattern's crevices with his finger pad, his movements gentle like polishing a rare collectible, completely immersed in his own world, as if the earlier conversation about the brushes was just idle chatter.
Watching him sink back into obsession with the clothing pattern, the girl's worries mostly dissipated. She figured he was just a pervert fixated on cartoon patterns—he hadn't discovered her ticklish secret, nor did he plan to do anything terrifying with those brushes. He was just still making her uncomfortable with his touches, so she could only continue to endure with gritted teeth, praying he'd lose interest in the pattern soon.
変態男は歯ブラシを持ち、毛で軽く地面の埃を掃き、唇に嘲りの笑みを浮かべて少女を見上げ、付け加えた：「この地下室、埃だらけだろ——隅に蜘蛛の巣、床に汚れ。だからこれらのブラシで、どの場所を掃除するべきか見てみろ？」彼はわざと間を置き、視線をゆっくり地下室に巡らせ、真剣に掃除場所を考えているふりをし、言葉は全く少女に触れず、くすぐりには少しも寄せなかった。
彼の視線を追って汚れた隅や斑点だらけの床を見て、少女の心の重荷が静かに軽くなった。彼女は彼が本当に地下室の汚れを掃除する話だと思い、想像した恐ろしいシナリオはただの自怖だったと思った。彼はただ服の柄に執着する変態で、ブラシの話も「掃除」の表層だけで——彼女をくすぐるつもりはないようだった。緊張した肩が少し緩み、唇が動いたが応じず、ただ頭を下げ、彼の視線を避け、さらに注意を引かないよう努めた。
彼女の沈黙を見て、変態男は追及せず、歯ブラシを無造作に地面へ投げ捨てた。彼の注意はすぐに服のHello Kitty柄に戻り、再び彼女に寄りかかり、胸元にほとんど押しつけ、指がスクリーン印刷の縁を細かく撫で始めた。指先がキラキラの線をなぞると、目に再び執着の光が戻り、彼は独り言のように呟いた：「お前の服の柄が一番面白い——このスクリーン印刷の縁に埃がついてるみたいだ。本当にちゃんと『掃除』しないとな……」そう言いながら、指の腹で柄の隙間を繰り返し拭き、動作は優しく珍しい工芸品を磨くようで、完全に自分の世界に浸っていた——さっきのブラシの話はただの閑話だったように。
彼が再び服の柄への執着に沈むのを見て、少女の心配の大部分が消えた。彼女は彼がただカートゥーン印刷に固執する変態だと結論づけ——自分のくすぐったがりな秘密に気づかず、ブラシで恐ろしいことをするつもりもないと思った。彼の触れ方で全く心地よくないが、ただ歯を食いしばって耐え、彼が柄に飽きるのを祈るだけだった。
变态男捏着手里的牙刷，用刷毛轻轻扫过地面的灰尘，抬眼看向少女，嘴角挂着戏谑的笑，补充道：“你看这密室里到处都是灰，墙角结着蛛网，地面也沾着泥垢，你说这些刷子，该用来清洁哪一处？”他故意顿了顿，目光在密室里慢悠悠逡巡，像是真的在认真琢磨清洁的位置，字里行间丝毫没提少女，也没往挠痒的方向靠。
少女顺着他的视线看向满是污垢的墙角和斑驳的地面，心里悬着的石头悄悄落下，暗自松了口气。她以为他真的只是在说清洁密室的脏污，之前脑补的那些可怕画面都是自己吓自己——他看起来只是对自己的衣服图案格外痴迷，对这些刷子的提及也仅仅停留在“清洁”的表面，完全没有要用来挠自己痒的意思。她紧绷的肩膀微微松了些，嘴唇动了动却没敢接话，只是低着头，尽量避开他的目光，生怕再引起他别的注意。
变态男见少女不说话，也没追问，随手把手里的牙刷扔回地上，注意力立刻又被少女衣服上的Hello Kitty图案勾了回去。他重新凑到少女身前，几乎贴到她的胸口，手指又开始细细摩挲图案上的胶印边缘，指尖划过闪粉纹路时，眼睛里重新泛起痴迷的光，嘴里自顾自地念叨：“还是你这衣服上的图案有意思，这胶印的边边角角好像沾了点灰，倒也该好好‘清洁清洁’……”说着，他用指腹反复擦过图案的缝隙，动作轻柔得像是在擦拭一件稀世藏品，完全沉浸在自己的世界里，仿佛刚才关于刷子的对话只是随口一提的闲扯。
少女看着他再度沉迷在衣服图案上，心里的担忧彻底消散了大半，只觉得他只是个对卡通图案偏执的变态，既没发现自己怕痒的秘密，也没打算用那些刷子做什么可怕的事，只是依旧被他的触碰弄得浑身不自在，只能继续硬着头皮忍，祈祷他能早点对这图案失去兴趣。