Dawn.
"Yosha! I've binged all the anime from last season that I missed!"
"Phew, that was exhausting."
In a room lit only by the dim glow of a monitor, Masachika sat in his chair, his eyes stinging and weary after an all-night anime marathon.
"Huh, already dawn? Man, time flies when you're having fun."
Glancing at the digital clock on his desk, Masachika was shocked to see it was 5 a.m. He'd thought it was still the early hours.
"Ugh, my body's all stiff from sitting too long."
Trying to stand, Masachika felt a dull ache in his back. He stretched his tense muscles.
"Too bad Yuki didn't join me. Come to think of it, Yuki's barely been around lately. Could she be busy with Suou Family matters?"
Thinking of his younger sister, Suou Yuki, Masachika felt a twinge of guilt. He realized he'd been leaving too many Suou Family responsibilities to her.
"Yuki's been acting strange lately. She's not as wild as before—she's quieter. I hope she's okay."
Recalling Yuki's behavioral changes, Masachika couldn't help but worry.
*TING!*
Just as he was about to stand fully, a phone notification caught his attention.
"Huh? Unknown number? Super suspicious."
Seeing no sender name on the message, Masachika frowned but opened it anyway.
"A video link? Probably a virus. So dumb—this kind of scam is ancient."
Muttering, he clicked the link without hesitation. After all, his phone had no critical data to worry about.
"'Don't open or you'll regret it'?"
"Oi, oi, oi, a title like that totally plays with human psychology. It's like a 'don't press' button—makes you wanna press it."
The link led to a cloud storage platform hosting a video with a provocative title impossible to ignore.
"Let's see what this video is. Make me regret it? No way! There's no such word as regret in my dictionary!"
With that, Masachika tapped his phone screen, and the video began to play.
The video showed a woman sitting on a bed in a room. She had long silver hair reaching her waist, with a few strands tied with a small red ribbon.
She wore reddish-pink lingerie with ruffled details and thin straps, clearly revealing her ample cleavage. Over it, she had a loose, sheer white outer layer, adding a sensual touch.
Her posture, with legs bent in front, showcased her smooth thighs.
"Is this a porn video? For some reason, the actress looks like Alya…"
"No, no, no, that's impossible. What am I even thinking?! If Alya knew I compared her to a porn star, she'd hate me!"
Masachika quickly dismissed the thought, though the woman's face, censored with a black bar, still felt eerily like Alya.
"Tch. Just porn. I thought it'd be something shocking. What a letdown." He clicked his tongue.
In the video, a man appeared, approaching the woman. With a sudden move, he pulled her close and kissed her aggressively—a dominating deep kiss. Their tongues clashed, producing faint wet sounds, while the woman seemed slightly stiff in his embrace.
"Her kissing looks so awkward. She's probably not very experienced. Alya might be like that too, right? A bit clumsy, not sure how to respond properly. But that's what makes it charming."
"This guy's pretty rough, just diving in. If it were me, I'd start gentler. But maybe that's normal for a first-timer. That resigned, slightly shocked expression… it's intriguing."
Masachika observed the scene, voicing his thoughts.
"Maybe because she looks like Alya, I'm hallucinating her voice."
Scratching his ear, he thought he misheard when the actress let out a soft moan as the man groped her breasts.
"Damn, those are huge! Alya's are big too. Maybe E-cup?"
Masachika's eyes widened as the camera zoomed in, clearly showing the woman's exposed breasts.
The two full, creamy mounds looked soft and firm, with slightly reddened, hardened tips. They jiggled slightly with her every move, radiating intoxicating beauty.
Unsurprisingly, Masachika previously sleepy and sore, felt his drowsiness vanish. A rush of dopamine surged through him, energizing his body. The actress's resemblance to Alya kept him glued to the screen with keen interest.
The video's intensity escalated. The man pushed the woman onto her back, partially pinning her. His hands roamed every inch of her body, from her neck to her inner thighs.
She occasionally let out stifled moans, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. She seemed submissive, yet her body trembled subtly, responding to his touch.
After an intense foreplay session, the man propped himself above her, still in her lingerie. Without fully removing her clothes, he began intimate grinding against her crotch. The thin pink lingerie fabric became a barrier that heightened the sensation.
"Ah… mmm…"
The woman moaned, her hips moving restlessly, seeking deeper contact. Her white outer layer slipped, revealing her flushed shoulder.
With a strong thrust, the man penetrated, breaking through the thin remaining barrier.
"Ahhhh~"
The woman let out a small cry, quickly turning into a long moan. Her body arched, clutching the pillow beneath her head. Her pink lingerie was pulled up, accentuating every curve of her rhythmically moving body.
*PA!* *PA!* *PA!* *PA!* *PA!*
They began to move. The man thrust his body, while she raised her hips, meeting each push.
*PA!* *PA!* *PA!* *PA!* *PA!*
The sound of bodies colliding in a wet rhythm, mixed with moans and groans, filled the recording.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, plastering silver hair strands to her skin. Her white outer layer slipped further, exposing her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
"More… deeper… ahhh!"
She pleaded, her voice breaking. Her long legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
Suddenly, amid her moans, she spoke in Russian.
"Выйди внутри меня... пожалуйста... Выйди внутри меня! (Vyiydi vnutri menya… pozhaluysta… Vyiydi vnutri menya! (Finish inside me… please… finish inside me!)"
"Я хочу чувствовать тебя внутри... всё! Ya khochu chuvstvovat' tebya vnutri… vsyo! (I want to feel you inside me… all of it!)"
*BOOM!*
When she spoke Russian, Masachika froze.
One of his many secrets was his native-level fluency in Russian, allowing him to fully understand what the actress said.
"Could it be… the woman in the video is Alya?"
Too many coincidences—appearance, body shape, voice, and even fluent Russian.
No matter how much Masachika denied it, his common sense screamed that the porn actress he was watching was likely his classmate, Alya!
After knowing her for over a year, it'd be a lie to say he had no romantic feelings for her.
Though outwardly laid-back, Masachika lacked the confidence most people had, often belittling himself, drowning in self-loathing and doubt.
That's why he never dared confess to Alya.
Now, watching the woman he liked make love to another man, how could he stay calm?
His heart pounded furiously, hammering his chest like a sledgehammer. Nausea surged in his stomach, rising to his throat. A chilling cold pierced his bones, followed by a burning heat across his face.
His body felt paralyzed, glued to the chair in the dark room, unable to move or breathe properly. His eyes were locked on the phone screen, forcing himself to witness every motion, every moan.
A sharp, stinging pain stabbed his chest, as if someone were squeezing his heart. A mix of blazing anger, bitter betrayal, and heartbreaking disappointment tore him apart.
He loathed the man in the video, yearning to smash the screen and obliterate that stranger's face.
But above all, there was a deep heartache, a bitter realization that his small dreams, his hidden hopes, were shattering before his eyes.
He felt foolish, pathetic, for hesitating too long, doubting himself too much, until the chance… was gone.
"…"
Masachika kept watching, mesmerized by the horror unfolding.
The video lasted a full two hours, each minute pure torment. He saw the woman he believed was Alya in various humiliating, indecent positions. Though her face was censored with a black bar over her eyes, the rest of her expressions were clear.
He saw Alya in a cowgirl position, her body desperately moving up and down, her sweat-soaked silver hair clinging to her temples.
Then in doggy style, her back sensually arched as the man behind her kept thrusting.
There was a scene of Alya kneeling, head tilted back, neck extended, lips wide in an ahegao expression—eyes rolled back showing only whites, tongue slightly out, cheeks flushed red. Sweat drenched her body, every muscle taut in humiliating ecstasy.
In another, Alya lay on her back, legs raised high, her expression a mix of surrender and pleasure as the man made his final thrusts.
"…!?"
What shocked Masachika most, stopping his breath and heart, was realizing the man wasn't using a condom. Worse, at the video's end, as the woman climaxed with a long moan, the man finished inside Alya!
"…"
When the video ended, the phone screen showed the final thumbnail.
Morning light began seeping through the curtain gaps, illuminating the messy room.
Masachika felt utterly drained, his body limp and powerless.
He tossed his phone aside, collapsed onto his bed, and lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"This has to be a nightmare. When I wake up, everything will be back to normal."
"It has to be."
With that, Masachika fell asleep, hoping it was all just a dream.