Satoru's eyes lingered on your exposed form, taking in the sight of you adorned with whipped cream, using it to cover your most intimate areas—even cherries. A subtle red flush spread across his face as he marveled at the unexpected birthday gift.

"You sly thing," he grumbled, letting his jacket fall to the ground before climbing onto the bed, hovering over you as he admired every detail. "When you mentioned dessert, this was definitely not what I had in mind, but it's perfect."