The bedroom was dark and quiet, lit only by the faint moonlight that slipped through the half-open curtains. The gentle evening breeze from the garden had long since faded. Haruto lay in the middle of the wide bed, his naked body warm and solid. Yor was curled against his left side, her heavy thigh draped over his belly, her soft breast pressed gently against his ribs. Aira lay on his right, her leg hooked over his hip, her long hair spilled across the pillow, her heavy breast squished softly against his arm. All three of them were completely naked, their bare skin touching in the most intimate, peaceful way possible.
Haruto's voice was low and calm as he began.
"I'm telling you the story which was after my illness… When my parents went abroad and I stayed in Tokyo alone. Because I don't remember anything before my illness."
Aira lifted her head slightly, her round glasses still on, her eyes wide and curious behind the lenses.
"What illness did you have?"
