In the quiet bedroom, the buzzing sound of a vibrating phone started and persistently continued vibrating.
Like an octopus, someone irritably covered their ears, rubbed against the man's chest, seemingly wanting to dig a hole and bury themselves in it, and finally covered their whole head with the quilt, continuing to sleep.
Finally, the vibration stopped.
It didn't stop automatically; the man, still dazed, reached out and fumbled to turn off the alarm.
Since the slightest noise at the Haunted House had scared her nearly half to death, she had changed her alarm to vibrate. However, she never managed to get up despite setting it.
She was just too tired from not sleeping well at night.
After instinctively turning off the phone, the man fully regained his awareness within a second.
Looking down slightly, he saw a little mound on his chest, warm and soft, above him, with particularly tender and soft parts pressing on his chest...
