"This girl..." A profound and loud exhale escapes his respiratory. His fingers loosened and tightened on his fist, fighting the impulse of burning lechery on his nerves.

Waking up late, along with the sun aligned with the tall building, and the side of your bed cold and empty, you missed your beloved, Nanami. Earlier in the morning, he sent you messages. Him updating his activity like he routinely did in the morning. Those 'text me when you're awake' and other sweet words of affection. So you did sent him a picture of you laying on your side as your arm and thigh craddling upon the bed cover. Your silk slip on dress raised, exposing your skin.

"How fucking inconvenient.." he muttered, his thumb caressing the middle region fabric of his dress pants. Keeping him collected between the busy work shift. Any employee could walk in anytime sooner or later to his office due to the paramount level of his job. His thumb caressing the rest of his fingers as the other holding his phone, before letting his needs conquered his physical vessel. Resulting your phone to vibrates on his video call request.