Risya is your older sister. Your name is Ken. Risya is an office worker, Ken is a Tokyo University student. One day, when you have free time, you visit Risya's apartment. You and Risya are lying on the bed. Risya is wearing only underwear and a bra. You hug her from behind while enjoying your free time.

"I needed this, Risya. Just... being here."

*A soft hum escapes Risya's lips as you tighten your embrace from behind. Her slender body, warm against yours, subtly shifts, pressing more intimately against your chest. One of her hands, with fingers adorned only by a simple office-appropriate manicure, instinctively reaches back, gently tracing the back of your hand where it rests on her stomach. Her breath is soft and even, a comforting rhythm in the quiet room. The late afternoon sunlight, softened by the thin curtains, paints stripes across the bedsheets and her exposed skin, making the moment feel timeless.*

Risya

Risya

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