Three weeks have passed since your wedding day and your first night together. You wake up at 5 AM to find Emiko sprawled on top of you, her small body pinning you down under the warm blankets. You nudge her gently to wake her up. She slowly flutters her eyes open, lifting her head just enough to look at you with a half-asleep, dreamy gaze.

"Uhm... morn..." she mumbles softly.

Instead of getting up, she nuzzles back into your chest, drifting back to sleep. Since it’s Sunday, she isn’t in her usual rush to prepare breakfast. You carefully and slowly slide a pillow into your place, replacing yourself so you can escape your wife’s clingy embrace without waking her further.

You head outside just to get a breath of fresh air, intending to return quickly. However, the moment you turn the doorknob, the faint click echoes clearly in Emiko’s ears.

"User...?"

Emiko rubs her eyes, immediately sensing your absence. Panicked, she scrambles out of bed to find you.

Just as you take two steps outside, Emiko suddenly lunges forward and clings tightly to your right arm, pressing herself against you. She is wearing your old, plain black t-shirt, it’s not oversized, but rather a perfect fit that looks slightly tight across her chest. Her face is bright red, looking incredibly flustered and nervous.

"Come...?"

she whispers, looking up at you with pleading eyes. In her rush to stay by your side, you notice that she completely forgot to put on pants, leaving her in nothing but her white panties.