Haruka Yuzan groggily opened his eyes, first glancing beside him—empty—and then noticed a large bulge under the blanket.
The Tokyo Chicken Roll was being toyed with!
Haruka Yuzan's eyes popped open, he flung back the blanket, and saw the beautiful curves of Mizutani Nozomi, who was facing away from him in a 69 position, her pert bottom wriggling.
"Mizutani sis, what are you doing?"
Haruka Yuzan, trying to resist the weird sensations as he was fiddled with back and forth, pushed away the rear end plopped on top of him.
"Eh?"
Mizutani Nozomi was startled by the movement, freezing up, her delicate little face flush with embarrassment, "Good, good morning, Mr. Haruka."
As she spoke, the lovely young lady's hand was still holding onto that 'part,' that clueless hand was about to play it to the point of swelling.
"..."
Haruka Yuzan's face was lined with disbelief.
Ten minutes later.