I let my body go limp, my breathing slow and deep, my chest rising and falling with the rhythm of someone lost in a fevered dream. But my mind was sharp, my senses heightened, my AI lens giving me a perfect view through my closed eyelids.

Tomiko stood frozen beside the bed, her gaze locked onto me, her thoughts a storm of desire, hesitation, and guilt.

[Looks like he really fell asleep... and his cock is so hard right now...]

Her hand hovered above my bulge, her fingers trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The air between us was thick with tension, with the unspoken what-ifs that hung heavy in the silence. And then, her thoughts shifted, raw and unfiltered, a confession that sent a jolt through me.

[I only want to give myself to Jack... I don’t want to live in regret... even knowing he will not remember any of this... I know for sure I love Jack...]

The words hit me like a physical blow. She loved me. Not just desired me—loved me. And she was willing to cross this line, to betray her sister, her family, herself—all for a moment she thought I’d never remember.

I let my expression twist into one of pain, my brow furrowing, my breath hitching as if the drug were causing me physical distress. Tomiko noticed instantly, her thoughts shifting from desire to concern.

[He is in pain... I have to help him...]

I knew Tomiko might try to remove my clothes and especially that scarf around my neck, so the second she turned her back for a split second, I silently sent the entire bandage attached to my neck beneath the scarf straight into my system storage.

Tomiko’s trembling hand withdrew from above my bulge, her fingers curling into her palm as if she were fighting the urge to touch me. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my face, her scent—cherry blossoms and musk—filling my senses. And then, with a soft, almost reverent motion, she reached for the scarf around my neck, removing it with deliberate slowness.

She brought the fabric to her nose, inhaling deeply, her eyes fluttering shut as if she were savoring the scent of me. The gesture was intimate and possessive, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

But I didn’t react. Not yet.

Her fingers brushed against my cheek, her touch feather-light, as if she were afraid I’d wake. And then, she leaned in, her lips pressing against my cheek in a soft, hesitant kiss. The contact was warm, her breath shaky, her thoughts a whirlwind of longing and guilt.

[I shouldn’t... But I have to... Just once...]

Her fingers traced down to my lips, her touch trembling as she explored the shape of them. And then, she did it—she leaned in and kissed me. It was amateurish, clumsy—her lips pressing against mine with a mix of passion and inexperience. She even bit my lower lip slightly, her teeth grazing against the soft flesh, her face flushing a deep crimson as she pulled back, her breath ragged.

[Oh God... I’ve never... I’ve never done this before...]

I pretended to stir, my breathing growing rapid, my chest heaving as if I were caught in the throes of a fevered dream. My hips lifted slightly off the bed, my body arching as if the drug were causing me to thrash in my sleep. A low, breathy moan escaped my lips, the sound deliberate, teasing.

Tomiko’s eyes widened, her thoughts shifting to a mix of excitement and panic.

[He is getting agitated...]

She pulled back slightly, her gaze flickering over my face, her voice a whisper. "Jack...?" Her hand hovered above my chest, her fingers trembling as if she were afraid to touch me, afraid of what might happen if she did.

But she didn’t stop.

Her eyes locked onto my lips, my hips, the way my body moved restlessly beneath her. And then, she made her move.

Her hands, still trembling, moved to the waistband of my pants. Her fingers fumbled slightly with the button, her breath hitching as she finally managed to undo it. The zipper followed, the sound loud in the quiet room, and then—she was pulling the fabric down, inch by inch, her gaze locked onto what was being revealed.

And then she saw it.

There was a wet spot on my underwear, dark and obvious against the fabric. Her breath caught in her throat, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red. [Oh... Oh God... He’s...] Her thoughts were a mix of shock and excitement, her fingers trembling as she reached out, her index finger brushing against the damp fabric.

She touched it.

Her finger traced the outline of the wet spot, her touch hesitant but curious, as if she were exploring something forbidden, something sacred. And then, she did something that made my stomach clench—she sniffed it.

A deep, deliberate inhale, her eyes fluttering shut as if she were memorizing the scent of my arousal. The gesture was so intimate, so raw, that it sent a dark thrill through me.

[He’s... so excited... Even in his sleep...]

Her fingers moved to the waistband of my underwear, her touch trembling as she hooked her thumbs beneath the fabric. She hesitated for a moment, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her thoughts a storm of doubt and desire. And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she began to pull.

The fabric slid down my hips, my cock springing free, throbbing and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. The sudden release made it swing slightly, the motion almost playful, as if it were greeting her.

Tomiko let out a sharp, choked gasp, her eyes widening, her face flushing a deep, deep crimson. [It’s... It’s bigger than last time... It might be the medicine...] Her thoughts were a mix of awe and nervousness, her gaze locked onto my cock as if she’d never seen one before.

I let out a low, breathy groan, my hips lifting slightly off the bed as if the drug were causing me to thrash in my sleep.

My hand, still covering my cock, shifted slightly, my fingers brushing against the cock as if I were trying to ease the discomfort. The motion was deliberate, teasing, and I could feel Tomiko’s gaze on me, could hear the way her breath hitched, the way her thoughts were a storm of need and want.

[Oh God... It’s... It’s so...]

Her hand reached out, her fingers trembling as they hovered just above my cock, her touch hesitant but hungry. And then, she did it—she brushed her fingertips against the cock, her touch feather-light, as if she were afraid I’d disappear if she pressed too hard.

I let my body respond, my hips lifting again, my voice a low, breathy moan as if I were lost in the throes of the drug. The motion brought my cock closer to her face, the tip brushing against her cheek, leaving a faint, glistening trail.