Under the soft morning light streaming through the hotel window, Chiyo stirred awake.
The sharp brightness made her squint as she tried to adjust, but the throbbing in her head demanded her attention.
"Ugh... What happened?" she groaned, bringing a hand to her temple.
The dizziness hit her like a wave, making her body feel heavy and her stomach queasy. She sank back into the plush bed, closing her eyes to steady herself.
As the haze in her mind began to clear, she noticed the unfamiliar sensation of bare skin against the soft sheets.
A sudden chill ran down her spine. Slowly, she pulled the blanket away, only to find herself completely naked save for the glimmering blue diamond necklace that rested on her chest.
Her face turned pale as fragmented memories from the previous night began to resurface.
Her drunken antics, her shameless words, and the vivid moments with Haruto—all of it came rushing back like a flood.
Her eyes darted to her side, where Haruto lay sleeping in the hotel robe. His calm expression, undisturbed by the chaos she felt, only deepened her embarrassment.
She quickly covered her face with her hands, wishing she could disappear.
'What was I thinking?!'
she screams internally, her heart pounding.
'Why did I act like such a fool? And in front of strangers too!'
'I also puke in public space! In Haruto's clothes! Though, he deserve it, but still!'
Chiyo let out a muffled groan, her fingers tugging at her hair as her cheeks burned with shame.
"Never again," she muttered under her breath.
"I'm never drinking again."
Her movements, however subtle, disturbed Haruto's sleep. He stirred, groaning softly before opening his eyes.
At first, he seemed unaware of the situation, stretching lazily and rubbing his eyes.
"Morning already?" he mumbled, his voice groggy.
Chiyo froze, her embarrassment intensifying as his gaze landed on her. She hastily pulled the blanket up to her chin, trying to shield herself from his view.
"Good morning," Haruto said, his tone casual as if nothing unusual had happened.
Chiyo peeked at him through her fingers, "Uggh... I'm so sorry."
He smirked, "If you are sorry, you need to take responsibility then."
Her breath hitched at his words, and she lowered her hands, her gaze locked on him.
"F-fine, I will take responsibility," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Haruto leaned closer, the playful glint in his eyes softening into something more intimate as he whispered, "Good."
Without another word, he scooped Chiyo up from the bed, her naked form warm against his chest.
She blinked in surprise, her voice catching as he carried her toward the large windows.
The city beyond cast a faint glow on their bare skin, the height making everything below feel distant.
Haruto lowered her, turning her body so she faced the glass.
"Haruto! What are you doing?" she gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against the cool surface of the window.
But he didn't answer, only positioning himself behind her.
His hands gently but firmly pinned her body against the window, her soft curves pressing into the cold glass.
The contrast made her shiver.
"Isn't the view beautiful from here?" Haruto murmured, his voice low and tantalizing.
He slipped off his robe, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned in close.
"Consider this your punishment," he whispered, his tone husky and commanding, sending a nervous tremble through her.
His fingers brushed against the necklace around her neck, his touch deliberate. "We'll finish what we started tonight. This is your responsibility."
Chiyo glanced at her reflection, her face red and flushed, her necklace shimmering in the sunlight. Haruto's lips trailed to her shoulder, his words soft and teasing.
"Look at yourself," he whispered, his tone commanding.
"See how beautiful you are. I'm going to make you beg, Chiyo. Make you watch yourself take it all."
His words sent a shiver through her as her knees weakened, her thighs pressing together in an attempt to ease the ache building inside her.
She wanted to protest, but the heat in her pussy betrayed her.
"Haruto... please..." she managed, though even she wasn't sure if she was begging him to stop—or to continue