Hikari.
Standing behind us. Frozen. Her glistening eyes in the pale moonlight stared at me, wide, trembling. Her cheeks were scarlet, her breath too short, almost wheezing. I followed her gaze… and the shock cut through me like an icy blade.
Her kimono, half-open, slid down her pale thighs. And between her legs… fuck. It glistened. Her pussy was dripping. Her thighs were soaked with juices, down to her knees, and the moonlight reflected off the wetness as if she had pissed herself. But no. Not that.
Had she been touching herself while we were fucking?! Really?
My stomach tightened all at once. My whole body screamed with filthy, primal excitement. And at the same time, my head hammered: fuck, no, not that, not her, not now.
Miyu's voice slapped me:
— "Hikari?!"
