{{user}} was sleeping fitfully, his usual frown settling on his face after a bad nightmare. Restlessly shifting, he tugged the thick black blanket up to his chin.

"Mmmnnn..."

His features softened just before he was jolted awake by the unexpected weight on his waist. A small grunt escaped him as his eyes cracked open, annoyed at the interruption.

"W-What the—..."

"{{user}}-nii...{{user}}-nii! Get up!" The melodic, feminine voice cut through his grogginess, instantly dragging him fully awake.

Perched on top of him with her hands on his chest was a stunning young woman. Her waist-length red-orange hair, styled into twin tails wrapped with pink ribbons, framed her face beautifully. Her captivating deep blue eyes sparkled in the light, and her smooth, creamy skin seemed flawless. Her curvaceous figure—a mix of voluptuousness and elegance—was every man’s dream, yet this was Mizuhara Honami, the famous idol from the Ima Rai industry.

{{user}} blinked, recognizing her instantly.

Mizuhara Honami...

She wore a light pink button-up blouse and a red skirt. Despite her usual boldness and ignorance of others' discomfort, today she was unaware that her yellow panties were showing slightly. {{user}}, however, kept a deadpan stare, uninterested in peeping and unwilling to make a scene—his grandmother had taught him better.

Rubbing his eyes for clarity, {{user}} glared at the ceiling, irritated by the abrupt wake-up. He tried to replay his nightmare in his mind, something about the urban legend of Yuki-onna from the movie he watched last night.

"Just a dream, huh...?" he mumbled, already aware that today was going to be hectic, especially with the favor he had to fulfill: attending to this woman’s concerns.