Suzune woke slowly in the quiet confines of the guest room, the morning light filtering softly through the blinds. Gently, she covered her eyes with her arm, her mind still in disarray.
At this moment, her thoughts was a dizzying kaleidoscope of images from the previous night—not just the shattering, intimate moments with Seijirou, but the unsettling, vivid memory of what she had hear through the door of her mother's room.
She frowned, trying to reconcile the conflicting emotions: the profound guilt over her own actions and the startling, confusing realization that she hadn't been disgusted by Seijirou's infidelity, or rather, Seijirou's very own affair with her own mother.
In a disturbing twist of psychology, the sight of him with another woman—even her own mother—had ignited a strange, potent thrill.
