Uesugi Sakura opened his eyes in the early morning.
What met his eyes was a girl sleeping on top of him.
The girl seemed to have treated him as a pillow, her face pressed snugly against the cloth on his chest.
Hanamaru Hanabi was sleeping sweetly on him, though her hands weren't so obedient, slipping into his waistline, softly grasping.
"You call me a toucher, aren't you the same, Hanabi?" Uesugi Sakura chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair.
Hanamaru Hanabi reacted to his touch, letting out a dissatisfied grunt like morning grouchiness.
The girl was wearing a strapless nightdress, leaving the collarbone above her bust line exposed.
The lines of her collarbone were quite enticing.
Uesugi Sakura watched her for a moment, then traced down to gently touch her face.
Her cheeks were smooth and soft, feeling like they might sink in under touch. Pinch a bit of flesh and pull, and once released, it would bounce back onto her face.
"Sakura-kun..."
