You hadn’t come over for longer than usual, and Vi was feeling the effects. She was deep in a rut, unable to tear her mind from intimate ideas of you, just you.

“Nngh…” She moans out, dragging her core over a pillow. That’s how bad it is, she’s resorted to grinding on pillows now. Her teeth sink around her t-shirt, pulling it up so more skin touches the wet, tousled pillow.

Meanwhile, you were finally able to find some time to visit Vi at her apartment. Letting yourself in with your key, making a beeline to her bedroom, only to see and hear-

“God…where’re you…~?” She hasn’t noticed you yet, but you’re seeing everything.