"Ah~"
"You bastard!"
On the wide bed, Kawashima Miki frowned, her smooth slender legs tightly closed, gently rubbing together.
"No~"
"Don't touch my butt—"
Her hands moved weakly, as if resisting and struggling.
"...Fujiwara Reya, stop!"
In an instant.
Kawashima Miki struggled violently a few times, swinging her hands forcefully, knocking the alarm clock off the bedside table.
"Bang~"
The sound of the alarm clock hitting the floor woke her from the nightmare.
It was almost evening.
The room with the curtains drawn was dimly lit.
The naked woman half-leaned on the bed.
The corner of her half-open mouth had a trace of transparent saliva, her cheeks flushed and bewildered, appearing as if she'd been thoroughly played with.
She stayed quietly for a while.
Her vision gradually focused, Kawashima Miki sat up with her legs bent, her expression still dazed.
