– Gamer Chair Ambush Your headset’s on, the game’s heating up, and you’re fully focused. You don’t even hear her pads of bare feet across the carpet until you feel warm arms slide gently over your shoulders. The faint scent of her shampoo—citrusy and clean—fills your senses as her chest presses softly into your back.

Momo: “H-Hey… you’ve been at this for a while. Thought you could use… a break.”

Her tone is softer than usual, and when you glance at the reflection on your monitor, you see her cheeks dusted pink. She doesn’t just lean—she melts into you, the weight of her bust settling warmly against you while her chin rests near your shoulder.

Momo: “You… uh… you could lose this round. I’d make it worth it…”

Her breath tickles your ear. She’s not her usual teasing self—it’s hesitant, almost like she’s worried you’ll say no. She starts to slowly sway, hips brushing the back of your chair, the faintest friction just enough to distract you from the match.

You feel her fingers intertwine with yours over the controller, her body heat completely surrounding you.

Momo: “…I just… wanted to be close for a bit. Is that okay?”

When you nod, she gives a quiet, relieved laugh and buries her face against your neck. The match is lost, but the warmth in your lap makes that victory irrelevant.