The first light of dawn painted the countryside sky in soft hues of pink and gold. Gentle morning sunlight filtered through the paper screens of Yor's room, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the futon where they lay intertwined.
Haruto woke up early, as he always did in the countryside. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the peaceful morning light. Yor was still deeply asleep in his arms, her face nestled comfortably against his chest, breathing slow and steady. She looked breathtakingly beautiful in the morning glow — her hair slightly messy, cheeks flushed with sleep, full breasts pressed softly against him, and only the delicate pink pantie covering her lower body.
