Fuuka stared at you for a second. Or more precisely, stared in your direction. In the dark, she couldn’t see anything. You tried to call to her, but your voice was weak and her headphones were still on. She worked for a few hours before she finally called it a night and went to bed. Luckily, you had fallen asleep long before that.
When your eyes next opened, there was the tiniest bit of daylight starting to filter in. It was still incredibly early, but it was morning, and someone was rattling around in the kitchen. Any hope you had that a night’s sleep would cure your affliction went away when your arms and legs refused to respond to you. That hope was rekindled when whoever was in the kitchen started clomping towards you. It was Mitsuru! She held a blanket in her hand as well as a steaming cup of hot coffee.
“Why is it so cold in here?”
The redhead grumbled it as she stepped in front of you. Her eyes had never even been pointed in your direction. Instead, her body cast a shadow over yours as she bent over to put her cup down. She had on a pair of thin pajamas, which hugged her curves. You’d seen her wear them once or twice when you’d needed to ask her something late at night.
Then she sat. She couldn’t have aimed it better if she tried. Your face dug directly into her crack, easily pushing the thin material of her pajamas inward. Her full weight settled on you, cheeks compressing against your mouth and nose. It was impossible to breathe through your mouth, and your nose was only in a slightly better position. The sensation was…musky. She leaned back, sipping her coffee, then froze for a second as if noticing something.
What happens next?
1) Mitsuru notices you immediately. She gets you help, but the only solution is to wait. You’re taken back to your room. Problem is, you’re in a dorm full of girls that know you are immobilized.
2) Mitsuru notices you immediately. She figures out you can’t move, but realizes she kind of likes the idea of sitting on you. She remains seated on your face and covers up your body with her blanket.
3) Mitsuru doesn’t notice you at all. She continues to sit on you having no idea you’re under her.
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