The room was a suffocating tomb of thunder and drowning heat.
Haruto lay completely unconscious on the old wooden bed, his naked body sprawled in the middle of the wreckage. His chest rose and fell in shallow, exhausted breaths. Sweat and rain still clung to his skin, mixing with thick streaks of dried cum across his chest, stomach, and thighs. His cock — soft now, glistening with the last remnants of his own release and Hina's juices — lay limp between his heavy legs. His mind was gone. The wild, relentless fucking from the twins' mother had drained him dry.
Then he woke.
His eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy and blurred. The world spun. Thunder rumbled faintly in the distance, but inside the silent house everything felt muffled and far away. His body felt like lead — every muscle aching, every joint sore. He could not move. Could not speak. Could not even think straight.
