Haruto laughed at her request, his voice filled with amusement. "Of course, I'll give it to you… after I get you home."
"Home? Why not now?" Ayaka asked, impatience lacing her tone.
Haruto stood up, walking over to the cupboard. He opened it, retrieving a first aid box before returning to her.
From inside, he took a piece of cotton and poured antiseptic onto it.
With a firm yet gentle touch, he lifted her chin with his index finger, carefully pressing the soaked cotton against the cut on her face.
"Because this place isn't exactly comfortable for sex," he murmured as he dabbed the wound.
Ayaka winced slightly, flinching at the sting. "Aww…" she frowned in disappointment, her lips forming a slight pout.
"But I want to do it right now…" Her voice trailed off, her eyes watching him closely.
Haruto merely chuckled and continued tending to her wound, but Ayaka wasn't one to give up easily.
She leaned closer, her voice turning softer—almost pleading.
