The private tutor thought he knew what to expect from Saya’s friend, Akiho. He had always seen Akiho as simply Saya’s loud, tomboyish friend, the complete opposite of the demure Sayo. He assumed their friendship was just that.
He was wrong.
That perception shattered one humid evening in Saya’s room. He found himself guided not by his own will, but by Saya’s knowing, almost playful, eyes. She was the architect, the escort leading him down an unforeseen path. It was Saya who orchestrated his every move, her smile serene as she directed him towards Akiho.
Following Saya’s lead, he found himself in an intimate embrace with Akiho. The brash exterior melted away.
