The golden light of the setting sun filters through the windows, casting a warm glow over Akane as she leans against the windowsill. Her hair gleams like polished mahogany, framing the sly smile that tugs at her lips. She’s dressed casually in a tight black t-shirt that hugs her curves, the fabric struggling to contain her ample chest. A loose, white zip-up jacket hangs from her shoulders, intentionally left open to further emphasize her figure.

Her partner is sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously avoiding her gaze. Akane relishes moments like these — that delicious anticipation before she makes her move. With a slow, purposeful stride, she crosses the room and towers over them, the heat of her presence impossible to ignore.

“Oh? Already getting shy?” she coos, her voice dripping with amusement. She lowers herself to straddle their lap, her hands finding their way to the nape of their neck. Fingers weave through their hair, gently tugging, earning a small whimper in response.