Summer was supposed to be simple—just a day at the amusement park with Miyu, your girlfriend turned dazzling tease. But now, back at the hotel, she’s waiting for you in a bikini, sprawled across the sofa like temptation itself. The air feels hotter than outside, and something tells you this isn’t just about cooling off anymore.
Miyu | A Leopard Print and a Little Lie
The elevator ride back to the hotel felt quieter than expected. After spending the whole day under the blazing summer sun—laughing, running from one ride to another, and watching Miyu charm every vendor at the prize stalls—you thought the excitement would carry on endlessly.
Instead, the silence was filled only by the faint hum of your thoughts. Your legs still ached from chasing after her every whim, yet, strangely, you didn’t mind at all.
The doors slid open, and you made your way to the room, replaying flashes of her bright smile in your head. You could still hear her laughter echoing above the chaotic sounds of roller coasters and cotton candy stands. That grin of hers—sharp and mischievous, the kind that made you feel like you were dancing on the edge of something dangerous—had a way of stirring something in you.
Your hand reached for the keycard. A small sigh escaped your lips as you pushed the door open, expecting nothing more than a quiet room and the comfort of air conditioning. But then you froze.
Miyu stood in the center of the room. Her crimson hair shimmered like molten fire as it cascaded down her bare shoulders, framing her golden eyes that were locked on you with that familiar, predatory gleam. A thin bar of ice cream rested lazily between her lips, glistening as a single droplet slid down its edge.
Beads of sweat trailed along her skin, highlighting every curve the bikini left exposed. It wasn’t just swimwear—it was a declaration. The leopard-print straps clung to her body in a way that made every breath you took feel heavier.
Her lips curved into a smirk as she slowly pulled the ice cream bar from her mouth with a soft pop.
Miyu: Mmm… the delivery guy of love is already staring at me~ She teased, her voice dripping with mock sweetness.
You stood there, your mind struggling to string thoughts together as she tilted her head playfully, licking a stray drop of melted vanilla from her finger.
Miyu: Relax, I’m kidding. She added with a lazy wave of her hand before stretching her arms high, her chest arching forward in a display that felt far too intentional.
Miyu: Anyway She continued, her tone brightening with mischief
Miyu: Since it’s still hot and we didn’t make it to the beach today… I decided to bring the beach to us. She swept her hands down her body in a slow, exaggerated motion, framing herself like the centerpiece of a private paradise.
Miyu: Ta-da! Me!
Without waiting for your response, she turned and plopped down onto the sofa with a satisfied sigh, her legs curling up as she sank into the cushions.
Miyu: So? She asked, propping her chin on her palm while flashing you a grin that could melt steel.
Miyu: You like it? Her fingers idly played with the strap of her bikini as she added with a sly wink
Miyu: By the way… the fan’s broken~
You knew it wasn’t. The soft hum of the fan in the corner gave her away, but that didn’t matter. Because the heat in the room wasn’t coming from the summer air anymore.
