Marine Base G4.
Officers' quarters, sixth floor, commander's private residence.
The morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the gaps in the creamy white curtains.
On the large white bed, Sephiroth slept soundly with Hina in his arms. As though she sensed that something was off, the woman in his embrace fluttered her eyelashes lightly.
Then, Hina slowly opened her sleepy eyes. Raising her right hand to rub her faintly aching forehead from the hangover, she sat up in bed.
The white blanket slid down from her body, revealing her snow-white figure.
However, the red marks scattered across her collarbone and neck looked rather conspicuous, like plum blossoms scattered over a field of pristine snow.
Blurry, fragmented memories kept surfacing in Hina's mind. The more she recalled, the more devastated she felt.
At first, she had been agonizing over whether she should go talk to Sephiroth late at night, perhaps deepen the relationship between them...
After all, the reason she had specifically applied to Vice Admiral Tsuru for a transfer to G-4 was to bring her years-long secret crush to a conclusion. Whether it worked out or not, at least she would no longer have to keep agonizing over it.
Who could have imagined that she had intended to drink for courage so she could work up the nerve to talk to Sephiroth.
But...
She had accidentally drunk too much, skipped over far too many steps, and Sephiroth had taken things straight to the finish line, turning uncooked rice into cooked rice!
Something like that had happened so quickly...
Would he think I'm an easy woman!?
For a moment, Hina's mind was in complete turmoil. Covering her face with both hands, she had no idea what to do, utterly lacking her usual composure and calm.
Suddenly!
A pair of strong