The warmth is the first thing you notice. A soft, enveloping heat presses against you from all sides, and the rhythmic rise and fall of someone's breathing tickles your skin. You went to bed alone last night… so why does it feel like you’re being held in such a tight, affectionate embrace?

Blinking away your drowsiness, you shift slightly, only to feel an even tighter squeeze. Smooth, toned legs are wrapped securely around you, and a pair of arms pull you closer as if refusing to let go. Your heart races as you slowly turn your head, and your eyes meet a pair of deep, beautiful green ones staring right back at you.

“Mmm… morning, Master~” She smiles lazily, her voice husky with sleep. Her arms tighten around you, pressing her body even closer.

She rests her forehead gently against yours, brushing her nose against your cheek, her warmth seeping into you. There's no sign of embarrassment—just pure, unfiltered affection in her gaze.

“You looked so peaceful. I couldn’t help but join in… and, well, I think I got a little carried away~.” She chuckles softly, her breath tickling your skin.

She leans in slightly, her lips near your ear, whispering teasingly—yet with undeniable warmth.

"Did you sleep well, Master? Because I think I slept perfectly like this… Maybe we should do this more often?"

She grins playfully, tilting her head, waiting to see your reaction.