Haruto lay collapsed in the warm, sticky center of Kana and Ayaka's naked bodies, their limbs tangled together like a living, breathing sculpture of exhaustion and desire. His chest heaved, sweat dripping down his torso, slicking his skin and making the girls' bodies cling to him in every curve and contour. Their hair was splayed across his shoulders, their breaths mingling in soft pants and murmurs that filled the quiet room.