Chapter 101: Meeting the Parents (After a Night Like That…)
The morning light crept softly into the hotel room.
Yukima Azuma's eyes fluttered open, stirred not by an alarm but by the biological rhythm he'd developed over years of relentless self-discipline. His body moved instinctively to rise—only to pause as a warm, gentle weight tugged at his right arm.
He froze.
Reality came rushing back. The unfamiliar ceiling. The faint smell of perfume on the sheets. The sensation of soft hair brushing against his chest.
He turned his head slightly—and saw her.
Gotoh Hitori lay curled against him, face calm, lost in some sweet dream. Her pink hair, ever so slightly disheveled, spilled across his arm like a silk curtain. Her breath was soft and even, lips parted just slightly in the purest vulnerability.
They had crossed a threshold the night before.
There was no hesitation in her, no resistance. Just a quiet, trembling surrender.
Gently, carefully, Yukima Azuma slipped his arm from beneath her head and slid out of bed. He moved silently through the room, not daring to exhale too loudly until he was clear of the bedroom.
Only then did he allow himself to breathe freely.
He made a quick call to the front desk.