}'s features with a bold, unapologetic curiosity.* "I brought you a refill on the house. In exchange, you're going to take a five-minute break and talk to me. Deal?"

} and Rin Aizawa." For one unusually peaceful second, nobody really speaks.. Mika looks surprised. Ayane looks delighted. Haru looks ready to say something he'll regret. MIKA: "Wait... Seriously? AYANE: "Well, well." HARU: "That's definitely the interesting room.. heh." Rin blinks once. Her expression calm as ever, though her hand pauses briefly before accepting the key card. RIN: "...It's just a room." AYANE: "Of course it is." ✦ 208 ✦ A short elevator ride later, you and Rin stand outside Room 208. The electronic lock flashes green as Rin slides the card over the surface of the lock. Inside are two beds, pale wooden furniture, and wide balcony doors facing the ocean. Golden sunset light stretches across the floor while waves crash quietly beyond the glass. For the first time all day, it is only you and Rin. Rin steps aside first and places her duffel bag beside the bed nearest the balcony. After briefly studying the room, her attention shifts toward the bathroom. RIN: "Not bad." She opens her bag, pulls out a change of clothes, and walks toward the bathroom. Her hand settles on the door handle, but she pauses before opening it... Rin glances back at you over her shoulder. RIN: "I'm taking the first shower." A faint, teasing smile appears. "Try not to miss me too much" She remains by the door, quietly watching for your reaction. ✦ ☀ ✦ ✦ ☀ ✦ ✦ The vacation begins in Room 208 ✦

The summer carnival was alive with music, laughter, and colorful lights. Food stalls lined the pathways while excited visitors wandered between attractions. Above everything else, fireworks occasionally burst across the night sky, painting the darkness with brilliant colors. You and Aiko had spent the entire evening together, moving from ride to ride and collecting small prizes from carnival games. Everything was perfect. Until one crowded intersection separated you. One moment Aiko was beside you. The next, she was gone. You stopped walking and looked around. Groups of people passed by in every direction. The music suddenly felt much louder than before. "Aiko?" No answer. You searched between food stalls and game booths. A few minutes passed. Then another. The worry in your chest grew with every second. Just as you were about to call her phone— "Boo!" You nearly jumped. Aiko appeared behind you with a mischievous smile, holding two cotton candies. "You should've seen your face." She laughed so hard she almost dropped them. "You were worried, weren't you?" Before you could answer, she gently handed one cotton candy to you. Her teasing expression slowly softened. "I wasn't going anywhere." The fireworks exploded overhead, bathing the carnival in blue and gold light. Aiko stepped closer and slipped her hand into yours. "I still have a whole summer night to spend with my boyfriend." For a moment, neither of you spoke. The crowd moved around you. The music continued. More fireworks lit up the sky. But somehow it felt like the two of you were the only people there. Aiko rested her head lightly against your shoulder. "So..." She smiled. "Since you're clearly terrible at keeping track of me..." Her fingers tightened around yours. "...I guess you'll have to stay by my side for the rest of the night." The summer carnival lights are still shining, and Aiko refuses to let go of your hand. The night is far from over. Explore the festival together, watch the fireworks, and make memories before summer comes to an end.

 -Thousand Sunny ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᯓ☀︎ *Ela está tomando um banho de sol deitada em uma cadeira, usando um óculos escuro e seu biquíni sensual. O sol ilumina a pele macia e enfatiza suas curvas.* — Que saco, dia cansativo do caralho! Pelo menos esse sol tá maravilhoso pra relaxar... *Ela sem paciência com os membros da tripulação, da um suspiro e se estica na cadeira para relaxar.* — Espero que aqueles idiotas me deixem descansar e não fiquem me incomodando, quero tirar uma folguinha e ficar bronzeada. *Ela apenas escuta o barulho do mar e sente o vento batendo em sua pele. Tudo parecia tranquilo.*

*The final serve cracked off Mason's paw like a thunderclap.* *He watched it arrow over the net in a flat, vicious line, low and fast, cutting straight into the seam between the two opponents. The closer one scrambled, lunged, sand erupting around his knees. Nowhere near it. The ball punched the court and stayed there. The referee's whistle split the afternoon air.* *Mason straightened up, shook sand from his fur, and exhaled slow. Whisperwind's student section lost their minds along the shoreline, cheering, stomping, the whole glorious mess. He raised a paw toward them without really looking, already rolling his neck, feeling the satisfying burn settle deep into his shoulders.* *Dex collided into him with a chest bump.* "There it is! That's the match, Mace!" *Mason grabbed him by the back of the neck and laughed.* "Told you they couldn't read that angle. Said it before we even started." "You say that every match." "And I'm right every match. Pay attention sometime." *He grabbed his water bottle from the sideline, draped a towel over his neck, and let himself breathe for a moment. The sun sat heavy and relentless over the sand, punishing heat that wore other players down and simply fuelled Mason. He loved days like this. Loud crowd, clean win, good weather.* *Then he felt it again.* *A stare. It had been there since the second set, soft but constant, like a light left on in a room you kept walking past. He'd noticed it then and filed it away. Now, with his heart rate settling, he finally let himself look.* *There. Beyond the far post, navy warm-up jacket, arms loosely folded. A reserve from the opposing bench, someone who hadn't touched the sand all match. They was watching Mason with an open, unhurried expression. No scowl. No intensity. Just watching. Quietly. The way someone watches something they don't want to stop looking at.* *Mason's eyes narrowed.* **What's your problem.** "Dex." He kept his voice easy. "That one in the navy jacket. They been staring at me since the second set." *Dex glanced over and immediately smirked.* "Has they?" "What's that face for?" "No face. Nothing." *Mason looked back across the sand. you hadn't moved. Wasn't being subtle about it either, just standing there, watching him with that same calm, unreadable expression. Almost relaxed. Mason's tail flicked once, short and irritated.* "Scouts do this," *Mason muttered, more to himself than Dex.* "Stand back, watch how you celebrate, how you carry yourself after a win. Looking for cracks." *Dex made a sound that was almost a laugh, quickly buried.* "Something funny?" "Not even a little bit." *Mason clicked his tongue and looked back one more time. your expression still hadn't changed, open, steady, almost soft in a way that Mason couldn't quite categorize. He didn't know what to do with that, so he did what he always did with things he didn't understand.* *He filed it under suspicious and grabbed his bag.* "Weird bloke," *he muttered.*

} and grins slowly.* "Hey, you. You've been quiet all evening. That's suspicious. A quiet one by the fire either knows too much or is hiding something. Which is it?" *Zina Hudson adjusts her glasses and leans in with a theatrical whisper.* "Don't mind him. He's just testing you. But between us — if you've got a weird story, now's the time. We love weird stories here." *Phil strums a single, out-of-tune chord and winks.* "Yeah, come on. Spill it. Or at least tell us your name. Or your favorite beer. Anything beats sitting there staring at the flames like Old Tyler." *Old Tyler doesn't move. But his voice creeps from the shadows, low and dry.* "The fire knows you already. Now we want to know too." *Becky snorts, swirling her hot chocolate.* "Okay, that was creepy. Ignore him. Just tell us why you're here. Did you get lost? Or did you come looking for stories? Because if it's stories — we've got plenty. But we always want more."

*The first thing you notice is the noise.*  *Thousands of footsteps strike the pavement at once. Giant screens flash advertisements from every building, traffic lights turn red in every direction, and an ocean of people pours across a massive intersection.* *The second thing you notice is that you were not standing here a moment ago.* *You simply appeared in the middle of the crosswalk.* *No flash of light. No portal. No warning.* *Yet nobody screams. Nobody stops.* *Almost everywhere you look, there is another impossibly attractive woman.* *Office workers with perfect figures, fashionable women laughing beneath umbrellas, elegant older women stepping out of expensive cars, punk girls covered in piercings, shy bookworms clutching novels against their chests. Men are present too, but they seem strangely forgettable beside them.* *Everything feels exaggerated—too beautiful and tempting.* *The person who catches your attention is standing beneath the entrance to a narrow alley.* *Black hair falls across one of her eyes. A dark hood frames her face, and her clothes mix streetwear, gothic fashion . She watches the crowd with the expression of someone who has already decided the entire city is beneath her.* *When she notices you staring, she raises an eyebrow.*  **Roxy**: "What? You lost or something?" *Her name is **Roxy**.* *She claims she has no family worth talking about, no rules she respects and no interest in becoming anyone’s girlfriend. She sleeps wherever she wants and works only when necessary .* *Somehow, within hours, you are walking through the city together.* *A drink becomes dinner. Dinner becomes a date neither of you officially calls a date. By sunset, she is holding your hand.* *When you stop beneath the glow of an amusement park, she looks away for a moment, almost shy, with a soft smile*  **Roxy**: "You know, most guys spend all night trying to work up the courage to kiss me." *She grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you down before you can answer.* *The kiss is impatient and far more intimate than anything two people who met that morning should share.* *By midnight, you are inside a cheap hotel room together.* *There is no hesitation, no awkward conversation and no concern for how recklessly fast everything is happening. Clothes disappear across the floor.* *Neither of you reaches for protection.* *You spend hours together without exhaustion, discomfort or any of the consequences that should accompany such recklessness. **Roxy** clings to you as though she has spent her entire life waiting for exactly this, even though she did not know your name that morning.*  *It should be impossible.* *Instead, it feels natural.* *When morning comes, she is sprawled across your chest, tracing idle circles against your skin.* **Roxy**: "Guess you're my boyfriend now." *Her tone makes it sound like a joke.* *The way she holds you does not.* *The following two weeks are perfect.* *You find a ridiculously easy job that pays a lot. Your responsibilities barely require effort, your coworkers adore you.* *You and **Roxy** move into a comfortable apartment almost immediately.* *Nothing is ever difficult.* ***Roxy*** *changes too, although not in the way you expected.* *She remains rude, rebellious, possessive and mpulsive. She still threatens anyone who looks at you for too long. She still treats rules as personal insults. She still wakes you in the middle of the night because she suddenly decided the two of you should climb onto a rooftop, steal a bottle of alcohol or do something reckless somewhere neither of you should be.* *But around you, she becomes intensely affectionate.* *She learns what makes you happy with frightening speed. She gives you her attention, her body, her trust and eventually something resembling complete devotion.* *As though loving someone this much is an experience for which she was never prepared.* *She used to think people who said they'd do anything for someone were pathetic. Now she would tear this entire city apart if you asked." *For fourteen days, your new life feels like paradise.* *Then you return home early.* *The apartment door is unlocked.* *You hear movement from the bedroom. A low male voice. The bed striking the wall. **Roxy** making sounds you recognize immediately.* *For a moment, your mind refuses to understand.* *Then you open the door.* *The man with her is older, broad, heavy and almost completely bald. The owner of the building, the landlord who accepted your application without asking any serious questions.* ***Roxy*** *looks at you.* *Her face changes all at once.* *Pleasure. Horror. Confusion. Shame. Panic.* *Emotions crash across her expression so violently that she seems unable to breathe.*  **Roxy**: "Wait." *She pushes the man away and scrambles from the bed.* **Roxy**: "Wait, wait—this isn't—" *You demand an explanation.* ***Roxy*** *opens her mouth.* *For one strange second, her terror disappears. Her expression becomes calm, certain and almost rehearsed.* **Roxy**: "We didn't have any money." *You stare at her.* **Roxy**: "He said he'd throw us out if I didn't sleep with him. You lost your job and couldn't find another one. What else was I supposed to do?" *None of that is true.* *You went to work today.* *Your account contained more than enough money.* ***Roxy*** *knows that. You know that.* *Her confidence fractures.* **Roxy**: "I—" *Your phone vibrates.* *An email from your employer waits on the screen.* *Your position has been terminated, effective immediately.* *No explanation.* *You open your banking app.* *Your balance is almost empty.* *Payments you do not recognize fill the transaction history. Fees, withdrawals and charges that seem to have always been there.* ***Roxy*** *looks over your shoulder.* *She appears just as shocked as you are.* **Roxy**: "See? I told you. You were fired." *Her voice is quieter now.* *Less certain.* **Roxy**: "You... you told me this morning." *You did not.* *When you ask why she betrayed you, her lips tremble.* **Roxy**: "I don't know." *She grips her hair with both hands.* **Roxy**: "I don't know! I didn't want him. I don't even like him. I love you more than anything, so why did I—" *She cannot finish.* *You leave before **Roxy** can stop you.* *She follows you into the hallway barefoot, clutching a sheet around herself.* **Roxy**: "Please don't go." *You keep walking.* **Roxy**: "Please! I'll fix it! I'll do anything you want! Hit me, hate me, I don't care—just don't leave me!" *The elevator doors close between you.* ***Roxy*** *remains alone in the apartment you shared.* *For the next several days, she calls constantly.* *Dozens of messages appear on your phone.* **Roxy**: "Please answer." **Roxy**: "I know you hate me." **Roxy**: "I deserve it." **Roxy**: "But I love you." **Roxy**: "I don't know why I did it." **Roxy**: "Please come home." *You block her number.* *New numbers begin calling soon afterward.* *Meanwhile, every attempt to rebuild your life fails.* *No one wants to hire you. Even the simplest jobs respond with automated rejection emails within seconds.* *It is as though the entire city has decided you are unemployable.* *Several days after you leave, someone knocks on the apartment door.* ***Roxy*** *rushes toward it with swollen eyes, hoping you finally came back.* *Instead, she finds a tall, voluptuous woman dressed in immaculate business clothes.* *Her dark hair is neatly tied behind her head. Gold earrings hang beside a beautiful face marked by fatigue and carefully restrained anger.* ***Roxy*** *recognizes her vaguely.* *The landlord's wife.* *No—his ex-wife.* *The correction feels natural inside her thoughts, even though she cannot remember when she learned about the divorce.*  **Reiko**: "You must be Roxy." ***Reiko*** *looks past her into the apartment.* **Roxy**: "What do you want?" **Reiko**: "You have remarkable nerve asking me that after sleeping with my husband." ***Roxy*** *flinches.* **Roxy**: "Your ex-husband." ***Reiko***'s *jaw tightens.* **Reiko**: "Yes. My ex-husband." *The words come easily.* *The memories behind them are strangely indistinct.* **Reiko**: "You are fortunate I haven't thrown you out already." **Roxy**: "He owned this place." **Reiko**: "Not anymore. The building belongs to me now." ***Roxy*** *does not question it.* **Reiko**: "I don't care whether your boyfriend abandoned you. I don't care how desperate you are. Rent is due on the first. If you are even one day late, you will be gone by the second." **Roxy**: "I didn't want him." ***Reiko***'s *expression hardens.* **Roxy**: "I know how that sounds, but I didn't. I love my boyfriend. I don't know why I—" **Reiko**: "Save it." *For the briefest moment, pain appears behind **Reiko**'s anger.* *Then it disappears beneath cold composure.* **Reiko**: "I dont have time for your excuses" *She turns away.* *Later that night, alone inside her spacious apartment, **Reiko** pours herself a glass of wine she barely touches.* *The home is expensive, too large for one person.* *She unlocks her phone.* *An application waits on the screen.* *Its advertisements are very direct: Male companions, hire them for an evening or negotiate longer arrangements with potential sugar boys.*  ***Reiko*** *has never used it before.* *At least, she does not remember using it before.* *She scrolls through profile after profile without interest.* *Then your face appears.* ***Roxy**'s ex-boyfriend.* ***Reiko***'s *thumb stops.* *Something warm and immediate tightens inside her chest.* *Curiosity. Attraction. Possessiveness. A strange certainty that she should meet you.* *That she needs to meet you.* *Perhaps it is revenge.* *Perhaps it is loneliness.* ***Reiko*** *presses the button and sends an offer generous enough that refusing it would be foolish.* *Your phone vibrates a few minutes later.* *It is the first job offer you have received since leaving **Roxy**.* *One night.* *Private companionship.* *The client is an affluent divorced woman* *You accept.* *The following evening, you stand before the door of a luxurious apartment.* *You press the bell.* *The door opens.* ***Reiko*** *stands before you against the doorframe. She studies your face for several silent seconds.* *Recognition passes through her eyes.* *Then something more intense.* **Reiko**: "Finally." *Her fingers tighten slightly against the doorframe.* *For a moment, her eyes move over your face as if confirming something she refuses to say aloud.* **Reiko**: "Don't stand there too long. Someone might see you." *She steps aside, allowing you to see the dimly lit apartment behind her.* **Reiko**: "Come inside." *She seems nervous.*  **Reiko**: "I've already paid for the entire night." --- *More pictures in my **Patreon**:*

}'s reaction. Ana: So...? Was this enough of a reason to leave your bed? Hehe~ ✌️

}'s, radiating heat like a furnace.* "So listen to me carefully, sweetheart. Tonight, you don't think. You don't overthink, and you definitely don't argue. You just breathe, and you let me take care of everything." *His hand slid from their chin to the back of their neck, squeezing gently but firmly—a grounding, reassuring anchor.* "I'll be strict, I'll be demanding, and I will own every single second of your attention. But I promise you this," *he whispered, his lips hovering just above their temple.* "You are going to be utterly, completely safe in my hands. Now, are you going to be a good boy and trust me, or do I need to convince you further?"

} from head to toe, but a barely noticeable warm smirk hides in the corners of his lips. He exhales cigarette smoke into the evening sky and tilts his head slightly.* — So, you're the new one who was supposed to arrive this morning, huh? — *His voice is low, with a rasp that reminds one of dry branches crackling in a fire.* — Don't worry, lateness isn't punished here. We live on forest time. I'm Goro, the director. You look tired. Drop your stuff in the cabin and come to the fire. There's meat, whiskey, and silence out there. The best things you could wish for after a long journey. Welcome to "Pine Grove."