Kyouko slid off the bed, her bare body glowing in the soft afternoon light. Haruki stayed where he was, eyes following her as she moved across the room with her usual, effortless grace.
She picked up her panties first—white, delicate—and stepped into them slowly, pulling them up her thighs with smooth, practiced movements. Then her bra—lace, matching. She reached behind her back and clipped it on with a soft click, her breasts lifting gently into place.
Haruki didn't say a word.
Just watched.
Mesmerized.
Next came her leggings. She sat on the edge of the bed and slipped one foot in, then the other, pulling the fabric up—tight, hugging every line of her lower body. Her curves slid back into view, and the waistband settled around her slim waist with a quiet snap.
She looked over her shoulder, smiling faintly.
"You wait here… I'm going home to change into something more casual, okay?"
Haruki nodded slowly, eyes still on her.
"Okay~"
