[ The hypnosis suddenly wearing off doesn't even seem like it would be an issue; when all it takes is another spin of the pinwheel to put him under all over again, it's hard to believe there'll ever be an end to this humiliation (probably best for Momo, honestly, because if Nitori really were to wake up, and was allowed to remember any of this, he'd grab that pinwheel and make Momo do the meanest things he could think of!!). Not when there's much room in Nitori's mind to feel humiliated, not when all his thoughts have been restructured into a value system centred firmly on Momo's ass. His eyes are glued to those glutes, utterly captivated, such that the fact he's standing around in his boxers doesn't even seem relevant.

In the same way, it's rather hard for him to care when his legs continue getting heavier, to the point where he can't even stand and soon ends up on his knees. Really, isn't it better this way? The view is far better from here, and before Momo's butt, kneeling only feels appropriate. ]

I mean, it's...!

[ How is he supposed to describe his kouhai's bottom, really. Words like 'beautiful' and 'amazing' don't even begin to capture the depths of his feelings, almost feel more like insults. His head is spinning as he struggles to explain himself, eyes growing wide and licking his lips as he's teased, desperation overtaking him. He takes a deep breath, brings himself low, forehead to the floor, craning his head so Momo's backside never leaves his sight. ]

I feel honoured to be graced with its presence. [ There, nice and simple. ] And grateful to you as well, Momo-kun! So, please...