Leo felt a heavy throb in his head. He slowly opened his eyes. Everything was blurry at first, but then it slowly became clear. He realized he was resting on something very soft, and the same soft material was squishing his face. No, the material on his face was even softer, emitting a pleasant fragrance.
Leo smiled, enjoying the embrace and the hand slowly stroking his hair.
"Mirage... thank you," he said, lost in perverted thoughts.
Then the owner of the hand replied with a hint of mischief. "May I stroke the one between your legs too, considering how much you're enjoying squishing your face into my bosom, resting on my lap, and getting your head stroked?"
Leo smiled, still hallucinating. "Yes, do— Wait!"
He immediately jolted up and scrambled back on the bed. His heart skipped multiple beats when he saw who had been stroking his hair.
"You. I'm... I'm sorry."
Elara laughed. "Why are you sorry for having a crush on Mira?"
