“Cecilia...” “Ahh... Ichika...” A secret bedchamber in Cecilia’s mansion. Concealed by the luxurious drapery of a canopy bed, two shadows intertwined. “You’re so beautiful...” Ichika’s voice was husky with passion, in a way that drove Cecilia mad. “Why, Ichika... You’re so forward tonight...” Ichika unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket and pressed toward Cecilia. Cecilia, already in sheer lingerie, found her hips straining toward him. “I’ll never let you go again... My fair lady...” “I-Ichika— Ahh!” Kisses fell like rain on her neck, as Ichika’s hand drifted lower. “It’s time, Cecilia...” “No, wait... I don’t know if I’m ready...” Warning bells rang in Cecilia’s mind, but her instincts took over, and all she could do was sigh. “These beautiful breasts... These curvy hips... Mine, and mine alone.” As he continued kissing her, his right hand gently caressed her body. Electric jolts of pleasure ran across her with each brush of his fingertips. “Ahh, wait...” Slipping his own pants off, Ichika brought his face up to Cecilia’s and looked her in the eye. The warmth of his breath made her skin almost burn in anticipation. “I can’t wait any longer, Cecilia...”
“Mm! Ahh, Ichika!” “Cecilia!” Ichika pressed down onto her. And as he did, Cecilia felt her head bang into something. Bewildered, she opened her eyes to see the world upside down. It was dark, quiet, and there was no sign of Ichika. “Was... Was that a dream?” Confused, she reflexively flipped on the lights. “Listen, Cecilia. I don’t care about the bed. At least, I’ve given up on it. But what the hell gave you the idea that you could wake me up at night too?” IS Academy first-year dorms. Cecilia’s room. And an extremely irked roommate, one Kisaragi Kisara. With Cecilia’s bed taking up most of the floor space, she’d already had to fall back on her training from the Mountaineering club and take up sleeping in a sleeping bag. Much to her displeasure. “Er, Kisara?” “Don’t ‘Er, Kisara’ me!” A flying pillow caught Cecilia in the face. “Knock it off with the weird dreams, and get some rest. Jeez.” “Ah, yeah... Sorry about that.” Kisara tapped the button on her remote control for the lights and snuggled down in her sleeping bag. That must have been a dream... But it was so vivid... As Cecilia remembered the feel of his lips trailing down her neck, Her face grew red. I wish I could have seen just a little bit more... Wishing a dream like that had gone on was just another sign of how fond Cecilia had grown of Ichika. “Oh, and Cecilia?” “What is it?” “No more wet dreams, okay? I could do without the moaning while I’m trying to sleep.” Gulp. Cecilia’s face turned bright red. And so, the night passed—
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