Ryo stirred awake in the faint light of dawn, the cool morning air brushing against his skin. His gaze traveled to the two figures entwined with him on the bed. Yumi rested on his left, her delicate frame pressed against him, her breath soft and even as she slept. On his right, Sachiko clung to him, her body warm and supple beneath the sheets. Both women lay bare, their closeness a silent testament to the night they had shared.
A smirk tugged at Ryo's lips as he rested his head back on the pillow, savoring the quiet satisfaction coursing through him. He had claimed them both again, thoroughly, leaving no room for doubt about their place beside him. The marks of his dominance—both physical and emotional—lingered on their bodies, a reassurance of his control.
