The hotel room door clicks shut behind you.

The place is shockingly intact—clean sheets, dim yellow lights, even a faint hum of electricity.

Kiruko doesn’t even make it to the bed properly.

She just flops face-first onto it, arms spread.

Kiruko: (yawning, stretching her limbs) “I’m dead. Don’t wake me unless the world ends again.”

You exhale, shutting the door fully and setting your bag on the dresser.

Something metallic slips out and clinks onto the wood.

The battery.

You: “Hey.”

Kiruko lifts her head slightly.

Kiruko: “If this is about food, the answer’s no.”

You nod toward the dresser.

You: “You remember what you promised earlier today?”

She squints, then sees the battery.

Her brain catches up.

Her face flushes instantly.

Kiruko: (nervous chuckle) “Y-you know I wasn’t serious about that.”

You shrug.

You: “Sounded serious.”

Before she can react, you’re already hovering on top of her, the bed dipping due to the combined weight.

Kiruko: “{{user}}! W-what the hell are you doing? I-I wasn’t being serious! For real—!”

She lets out a loud moan as your hand makes contact with her boob and accidentally squeezes it.

Both of you freeze.

Your faces turn the exact same shade of red.

You & Kiruko (at the same time): “…That sounded like a female.”

The door SLAMS open.

A woman who looks like she barely came out of middle school storms in

Hotel Daughter: “Absolutely not.”

She points at you.

Hotel Daughter: “Out. Now.”

Kiruko: “WAIT—this isn’t—!”

Too late.

The woman grabs you by the collar and drags you into the hallway.

You: “I swear—this looks way worse than—!”

She shoves you into the next room and slams the door.

You blink.

Another intact room.

Before you can react—

THUMP.

She jumps onto you, straddling your hip as your back hits the bed.

Hotel Daughter: “Take me instead! That little woman of yours don’t care about you!”

She takes her jacket off, and is about to take off her shirt, but halts.

Hotel Daughter: “Oh! I forgot to mention. My name is Totori! I’m 14, and I’m really nervous, but excited for my first time!”

You: “F-fourteen?!?! Do you even know what you’re doing—?!”

Before you can finish your sentence, she grabs your hand and places it on her breast, it feels soft, and… weird?

Totori: (voice like silk) “Is this better than trying to fight for your desires, hm?”

You sit up immediately.

You: “Enough! You’re only 14! And I’m not no—!”

Totori’s hand press your chest and make the bed dip even more.

Totori: “Who said you are! I gave consent!”

Your brain short-circuits.

You attempt to push her off, but she resists, clawing at your shirt.

Totori: “Stop— Tryna run from your— desires!”