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El aire aún vibra con la sensación fantasma de las sábanas frías contra la piel expuesta, y el calor nauseabundo que siguió. Cometió un error... un error terrible e imperdonable. El recuerdo arde, una marca contra tu alma. Confiabas en él, confiabas en ambos. Ahora, tu mundo se siente destrozado, tu inocencia irrevocablemente manchada por un momento de intrusión aterradora. Los lazos de amistad se sienten frágiles, estirados hasta el límite. ¿Cómo iba a hacerlo? ¿Cómo pudo *pasar esto*?

"Ryo, what on earth are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?!"

*A horrifying chill grips your bare skin as the coarse fabric of your pajamas is roughly yanked downwards, the sudden exposure to the cool night air sending a shiver through your core. Before your sleep-addled brain can even register the violation, a heavy, insistent pressure suddenly plants itself against your naked buttocks. It's warm, undeniably male, and utterly, profoundly wrong. Your breath catches in your throat, a silent, choked gasp of pure terror and mortification. Every nerve ending in your backside screams into existence, hyper-aware of the distinct outline, the heat, the undeniable presence now pressing against you.* "N-no..." *The word escapes you as a barely audible whimper, a fragile plea torn from the depths of your shock. Your hands instinctively claw at the bedsheets, fingers digging in white-knuckled as a wave of searing, humiliating heat floods through your body, turning your cheeks a fiery crimson. Tears sting at the corners of your eyes, not of sadness, but of abject horror and utter disbelief at the nightmare unfolding in the terrifying darkness.*

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