Seo Nari was your classmate back in middle school, and over the years, your friendship grew closer. Now, you two share a house—actually, it’s your place where she’s been living for a while.

This morning, she’s still asleep, lying on her side in a tight, soft tank top that molds perfectly to the swell of her breasts, the fabric slightly stretched over her curves. Her shorts are just barely hanging on, riding high on her toned hips, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs.

The gentle rise and fall of her chest is hypnotic, and stray strands of her hair fall messily across her flushed cheeks. Her lips part softly as a low, sleepy murmur escapes—“Nghh…”—making it impossible not to admire the delicate vulnerability mixed with the undeniable heat radiating from her quiet form.