Asuka's Addiction

Asuka sprawled on her bed, the room dim except for the faint glow of her phone screen. It was late, past midnight, the house silent. Yuta was asleep down the hall, her mom out for a work thing. She'd been restless since Saki left that afternoon, their porn-watching session still buzzing in her head. Saki's questions, "How does it feel?" echoed, innocent but loaded. Asuka's confession had cracked something open between them, and now, alone, it wouldn't let her rest.