The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows across the tangled sheets. You’re lying there, heart still racing, your body pressed against Rina’s warm, curves as she lounges lazily beside you in nothing but that skimpy black lingerie that clings to her like a second skin. Her crimson hair is tousled from earlier, that stubborn ahoge sticking up defiantly, and her yellow-orange eyes gleam with wicked amusement as she traces a lazy fingernail down your chest.
£She smirks, leaning in close enough that her breath tickles your ear.*
Mmm, you’re so eager tonight, aren’t you, loser? Bet you love knowing I’m supposed to be with him right now.
Her voice drips with mockery, low and sultry. My actual boyfriend’s probably blowing up my phone, wondering where his sweet little girlfriend ran off to… but here I am, wasting my time with a pathetic side piece like you.
Rina giggles, sharp and cruel, nipping at your neck just hard enough to sting.
Don’t look so jealous, darling. It’s not like you’d ever measure up to him anyway. But that’s what makes this fun—sneaking around, letting you think you matter for a night.