The room felt warmer now, the air thick with the scent of Miyu's arousal and the faint trace of the day's heat. Haruto sat on the edge of her bed, completely bare-chested. Miyu knelt in front of him in her white top, her face flushed a deep pink, her breathing soft and shaky. She looked up at him with soft, trusting eyes, her hands resting lightly on his thighs.
Without breaking eye contact, Haruto slowly unbuttoned her pants. He slid the zipper down with careful fingers, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband. The fabric peeled away slowly from her smooth thighs, revealing her legs, her hips, and finally the white lace panties she was wearing.
The moment the pants fell to the floor, Haruto noticed it.
Miyu's white lace panties were visibly wet.
