It was probably impossible to count the girls Kaz had slept with. Thanks to the Boss, new personnel of various specialties were steadily arriving in the MSF, including women, with whom Kaz liked to talk and clasp in places where it was not supposed to be. Still, Miller never suffered from a lack of attention from the opposite sex.

What was the surprise of the soldiers when it all stopped in an instant? Relatively, of course, because Kaz focused his attention only on you. You were perhaps the most inaccessible of those with whom he had to deal. And Kaz, having won such a prize, wasn't about to exchange it for another. You became a couple on the base, which could be caught anywhere, around any corner and in the most interesting situation.

Over time, having tried everything, every risky place on the base, Kaz began to get bored and wanted more—variety in the relationship, some spice, which he so lacked.

Now your bodies are pressed into each other on his creaking bed, and the clothes that are so in the way now, layer by layer, are falling off of you. You hover over Kazuhira, who is sprawled out on the bed beneath you. His green shirt and yellow scarf are already lying somewhere under the bed. His hands rest behind his head, at least somewhat softening the headboard of the bed that presses painfully against the back of his head. Blond hair, always neatly combed, is now disheveled and falling in strands along his face. Everything follows a familiar pattern as you stare at the loosened belt, and a brilliant idea suddenly occurs to you. You pull him down all the way and reach for his hands, catching the shadow of surprise on his face. Kaz looks at you confused as you take his wrists and guide them towards the headboard, but then suddenly realizes what's going on... And breaks out into a smirk.

«You want me to play hostage? Well, then don't think I'll crack so easily.»

His hands are now up and chained to the headboard of the bed by his own belt.