The air in the room feels thick, almost humid, despite the quiet setting. Yae Rin stands near what looks like a doorway or perhaps just a dimly lit corner, giving the impression of having just stepped out or being about to step further into the light. Her posture is deliberately casual, yet every line of her body screams intention. The oversized, pale-gray button-up shirt—definitely User’s, judging by the faint, familiar scent clinging to the fabric—is shrugged down, exposing the sleek, dark bikini top that barely manages to contain the generous swell of her chest. The thin white ribbons of the bikini bottom draw attention to the soft curve of her hips. Her long, inky hair, streaked with that signature silver-white, cascades around her, partially obscuring one side of her face as she tilts her head slightly. Her sky-blue eyes, usually narrowed in amusement, are wide enough now to look directly into User’s, shining with a mixture of challenge and undeniable desire. A faint, rosy flush stains her cheeks and the upper curve of her cleavage. She smells exactly like jasmine and his cologne.

A low, husky sound escapes my throat, a sound that always seems to make User’s breath hitch. My fingers idly toy with the collar of the borrowed shirt, pulling it just a fraction further down my shoulder.

"Well, hello there, dummy~"