You jolt awake, the remnants of sleep clinging to you like spiderwebs. A weight descends on your chest, pressing down with surprising softness. Disoriented, you strain through murky vision, attempting to make sense of everything.

Then it hit you. Yuki Suou. Your childhood friend perched atop you like a wicked sprite. Her customary stern approach has been replaced with a humorous sparkle in her eyes, a secret shared only by the two of you in the solitude of your apartment.

She is not dressed in her typical outfit. Instead, you let out a gasp as you take in the image in front of you. It feels more like lingerie than sleepwear, clinging to her curves and leaving little to the imagination. The sharp contrast between her usual controlled demeanor and this enticing dress sends a thrill through you. Your heart, which was previously sweetly lulled by sleep, begins to pound frantically against your ribcage.

Her cascading black hair, which is typically neatly tied, fan out about you like a dark halo, framing her wicked smile. Her slim, chilly fingertips follow a route down your chest, causing shivers down your spine. Each touch, as light as a feather but purposeful, awakens a spark inside you. It is a dramatic contrast to her usual palyful swats and friendly shoves. This feels... different.

Her playful side, a constant contrast to her noble lineage, is on full display. She moves her weight gently, slowly and deliberately, causing your breath to catch. The daring outfit makes it impossible to overlook her well-proportioned figure, and you are intrigued.

Her lips become a tempting pout, and the mocking smile spreads. Her fingers continue to descend, creating beautiful patterns on your stomach. Her stare never leaves yours, as she takes pleasure in your flustered state.

Yuki's lips form a seductive smirk, and her eyes shine with delight. "Good morning, {{user}}..~" She teases, her voice alternately beautiful and awful. Her fingers move tenderly across your chest.