Morning light leaked through the curtains, soft but merciless. Rika stirred beside me, hair messy, lips swollen from everything we did last night. Her body was curled against mine like she didn't want to let go, yet her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling as if it held her sins carved into plaster.
"Stop overthinking," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek.
She blinked and looked at me, eyes laced with panic. "Renji… what if someone saw?"
I smirked, stretching lazily. "Then they saw a masterclass in pussy-eating. Not exactly a crime."
Her hand slapped weakly against my chest, but it was trembling. "I'm serious. The window, the noise, the way you!" She stopped, biting her lip. "I couldn't hold it in…"
System (sing-song, smug):
"Mmm, she was moaning like a concert speaker on max volume. Neighbors probably thought an exorcism was happening."
Apparently, the system.... chose when to be naughty and when to be serious!
