Pleasuring Each Other

Kouhei and Hina stepped inside the room they had just rented in the love motel. The moment the door shut behind them, the faint moans of strangers filtered through the paper-thin walls like ghostly whispers, distant yet unmistakably real. The motel's soundproofing was laughably inadequate. Pleasure-soaked gasps, rhythmic pounding, and breathy cries echoed from all directions—an unrelenting symphony of lust that seemed to pour through every crevice, invading their ears, wrapping around them like an invisible mist of raw desire.

It was a place built for indulgence, for passion stripped of inhibition, and there was no denying that now.