Kouhei awoke to a warmth pressed against his body, a soft, delicate sensation that sent a shiver through his spine. His eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep, only to widen the moment he processed what was happening.
Misuzu lay beside him, her body nestled closely against his. The golden morning light filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow on her flawless face, highlighting every exquisite detail—from her delicately arched eyebrows to the gentle curve of her lips. Her long lashes fluttered slightly, her breath warm against his skin. But what truly sent his heart racing was her attire—or lack thereof.
She was draped in nothing but a sheer negligee, the translucent fabric doing little to conceal the lacy black lingerie beneath. The intricate lace clung to her curves, teasing his senses with glimpses of her supple skin. He swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry. The sight was breathtaking, intoxicating.
