While Misuzu was occupied with reshoots, Kouhei took the chance to slip away, heading to the restroom to answer nature's call.
After finishing, he adjusted his pants—but before he could even process what was happening, a force yanked him backward, dragging him into one of the restroom stalls.
"Wha—?!"
The moment he was pulled inside, something soft—no, something immensely soft—smothered his face. A warm, plush sensation enveloped him, pressing against his lips and nose, cutting off his breath. It was suffocating, yet undeniably enticing, like being buried in the most sinful kind of comfort.
It was a familiar sensation… but something about it felt different. The size, the shape—these weren't the same ones he had felt before. These belonged to someone else entirely.
His breath hitched as he slowly opened his eyes.
And what greeted him was a deep valley of exposed cleavage, the smooth, supple skin of a pair of breasts that were practically devouring his face.
