Kouhei swallowed hard.
His mind went completely blank.
His body locked up.
It felt like his soul had been drop-kicked into a pit of confusion and arousal, and he couldn't tell anymore if he was in heaven, hell, or the most dangerous gray zone in between.
This felt like a trap. No—a whole goddamn minefield disguised as a dream.
And somehow, he'd walked straight into it.
"Ah…!" he snapped to attention, panic setting in. "I'm sorry!"
He started to push himself off her, scrambling to lift his weight off her body—
But then—
"Wait!"
Her voice came sharp, firm, catching him mid-motion.
His body froze as he felt something wrap around his waist.
Yui's legs.
She'd locked him in place with her thighs, her bare skin pressing against him through the thin layers of fabric.
"Eh…?"
Kouhei looked down at her, wide-eyed, utterly stunned.
"Stay like this," she whispered, eyes gleaming with something that sent a chill down his spine. "Don't you want that?"
