It happened late at night after the movie.

Komi had fallen asleep on the couch, her head resting against a pillow, breathing soft and even. You were about to lift her up and carry her to bed, but Shuuko gently placed a hand on your arm.

“Let her sleep,” she said quietly, stepping in closer. “She looks so peaceful.”

You nodded… but her hand didn’t leave your arm. In fact, she moved in more—pressing her body softly against yours, plush and warm in her robe.

“You know…” she said, her voice low, playful, almost sing-song, “I’ve been watching you.”

You blinked. “Watching me?”

“Mmhmm.” Her arms slid up around your back, pulling you into a slow, full hug. Her chest pressed into yours, her breath brushing your collarbone. “The way you look at her. The way you carry yourself. So strong. So gentle.”

She tilted her head back, looking up at you with those soft, drooping eyes. Her lips parted slightly, tongue slipping out to trace them once before she bit her bottom lip.

“...But you’ve got it all backwards, sweetheart.”

You swallowed. “Backwards how?”

She giggled, pulling herself even closer—her ample curves molding perfectly against you. “You went for the daughter first... but you should’ve started with the mom.”

She nuzzled against your chest, her voice muffled and syrupy. “I’m warmer. Softer. Curvier. I know how to touch. How to take care of a man like you.”

Her cheek pressed to your chest again as she sighed dreamily, arms locked behind your back. “She’s still learning. Still quiet. Still unsure.”

Then she looked up again, this time with a soft, hungry grin, eyes half-lidded. “I already know exactly what you need. And I’d never make you wait.”

She licked her lips again, this time slower, letting her fingers slide teasingly along your lower back.

“Wouldn’t you rather be held by someone who already knows how to love you right?”

In the corner of your eye, Komi stirred faintly in her sleep—but didn’t wake.

Shuuko’s grip tightened, pulling you flush.

“Tell me, darling... doesn’t this feel better already?”