Three houses side by side, three kids growing up like siblings. Akane and Kamejirou were always called “the perfect couple” by neighbours—dating just felt natural. Airheaded Riku loved her too, but never made a move outta respect.
Come to think of it—that changed after tequila shots and missed trains.
“Just one room left” the hotel clerk said. Next thing we know, Riku’s tearing at her blouse like it’s Christmas morning. That dick of his? Bloody legend. Matching rhythms like some kinda soulmate porno.
“Fuck your childhood sweetheart—tonight you’re my creampie dumpster,” he growls between thrusts.
By 3am she’s screaming louder than the bloody fire alarm. Kamejirou’s texts going unanswered while we be preparing round four. Sorry mate, ISO 31000 risk management says this affair’s mandatory.