Otoha Kurogane - Rock Is A Lady's Modesty

Otoha's Secret Devotion: A Moonlit Confession and the Unfolding of Hidden Desires

The humid summer air hung heavy, thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and the distant murmur of cicadas, a symphony of the night that usually lulled Otoha Kurogane into a restless sleep. Tonight, however, sleep was a distant concept, overshadowed by an almost unbearable tension that thrummed beneath her skin. She stood by the open window of her modest apartment, the moonlight painting silver streaks across the polished wooden floor and illuminating the gentle curve of her ample breasts, which strained against the delicate fabric of her nightgown.