Haruto blinked, his vision hazy, the world around him blending into a surreal fog.
Somewhere in the distance, he heard the faint chime of the system notification and the low murmurs of laughter.
He tried to focus, but his mind swam, his senses dulled as if he were submerged underwater.
A faint golden screen floated in his vision, flickering with unreadable text, yet he couldn't gather enough clarity to make sense of it.
In the haze, he became aware of Shiruko, her slender fingers tracing a line down his chest, sending a shiver through him.
Her touch felt electric, teasing, as if it commanded his body to respond against his will. Her laughter blended with Asuka's, echoing softly around him.
"See? He's like an obedient little puppy," Asuka chuckled, her voice thick with amusement.
Zenzai leaned forward, guiding Haruto's head onto her lap as she stroked his hair with a possessive gentleness.
