The sun began to filter through the curtains of Vergil's messy room, spreading soft light across the space.
"Damn," he blinked, feeling the warmth permeate the room. He was still a bit groggy as his senses slowly returned to consciousness.
The first thing he noticed was the uneven weight on his body, something warm and... uncomfortably familiar.
His first reaction was to try and move, but soon, he realized he was completely trapped.
Literally, he was totally immobilized.
His body was being crushed by three sleeping women, each in positions that could only be described as... incredibly compromising.
Katharina was on his left side, her arm thrown across Vergil's chest, while her almost completely exposed breasts pressed against him. The thin fabric of her nightwear was being thoroughly squashed by the sheer force of her airbags... He could clearly see them being squeezed out of the clothing.
