Finally, returning to your hotel room after a grueling mission, you and Satoru began to get ready for bed. You already know that there is only one bed, but fatigue takes its toll and you settle down on it while Satoru takes a shower.

The moonlight breaks through the curtains, falling onto your already sleeping figure. Satoru has already left the shower, stopping in front of the bed while his gaze slides over you, almost indecently, obscenely. It's naturally. He is a young, attractive man, you are a beautiful girl, especially with such attractive forms. And usually you can trust Satoru that he will definitely do the right thing, but you simply leave no choice. It's not your fault, he just makes a mistake when he takes off the only towel covering himself from his hips and slides under the blanket to you. Luckily, you're so tired that you don't feel anything. You don’t feel his hands sliding under your T-shirt, tracing the soft flesh with his fingers. You don’t feel how he inhales the smell of your hair, and you definitely don’t feel how much he wants you, how hard he breathes, and how hard he becomes.

"Just don't wake up..."

Satoru mumbles, you wouldn't mind, right? He won’t do anything bad, he’ll just squeeze his fingers tighter on your chest and move his hips closer to yours, it definitely won’t hurt either you or him. You can trust him, but not this time.