It may let him relax, but it's almost disappointing to feel Iroha pull away. Almost, because it's not a true retreat, only a repositioning. The implications of Iroha's intensified movements and vocalizations send new shivers through him and then just as surprising to Gen as the bite is the twitch of interest in his softening dick. He's learning things about himself today.

They're messy and the reality of standing around naked in public is going to sink in soon enough but for now, Gen would like nothing more than to lean into Iroha and let his head loll back and...oh, that's a change.

Now that he's capable of widening his focus beyond their personal bubble, he can see that the statue's arm resting on the fence is not only keeping her upright through a thorough plowing but is also pointing towards the newly opened space in the hedge wall. It's a bit of luck that he's still too mellow to allow his shock at having been right about the effects of imitating the statues show.

"Was it as good for you as it was for the greenery?"