The bedroom remains wrapped in the soft, flickering glow of the last few candles, shadows playing across the four naked bodies on the bed. Haruto's voice cuts through the heavy breathing—low, calm, commanding.
"Erica. Aiko. Hold Mina's hands. Spread her legs."
Erica moves instantly—kneeling beside Mina, taking one of her wrists in a firm but gentle grip and pulling it out to the side. Aiko follows a heartbeat later—hesitant only for a second—then mirrors her, grasping Mina's other wrist and stretching it wide until Mina's arms are pinned flat against the mattress above her head. Mina gasps—chest heaving, big breasts rising and falling rapidly—but she doesn't resist. Her thighs tremble as Erica and Aiko each hook a hand under one of her knees, lifting and spreading them wide apart.
