Iris had forgotten how she had fallen asleep.
Only hazy impressions remained in her mind. She vaguely remembered Mr. Jonas's scorching chest and his warm, familiar embrace. Guided by the incense, even she had lost control, sinking deeper than ever into the emotional release of burning desire.
But Mr. Jonas's prowess had far exceeded her imagination. She had soon been utterly routed, forced to drag her other self out whenever she was about to reach the peak and let her take his onslaught instead.
Only afterward had she taken back control of her body and begun the next round.
Iris also vaguely remembered her other self quickly going from delight and disdain to terror and avoidance, then rolling her eyes back and nearly passing out.
It had been a rather scummy thing to do, but Iris would never admit it.
-She was the one who said to let her take over if I couldn't handle it.
The girl slowly opened her eyes. With the curtains tightly drawn, the room was still dark, but the clock before her showed that it was already two in the afternoon.
It's getting late. I'd better get up...
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than Iris realized she was nestled in a warm, comfortable embrace, her legs crossed and wrapped tightly around Mr. Jonas's waist, practically fused with him.
It's already this late. A little longer in bed won't hurt.
Mm, Mr. Jonas seems to still be asleep. Should I sneak a kiss while I have the chance?
Acting on the impulse, the girl parted her soft, rosy lips and moved her face closer, preparing to leave a damp kiss on his sharply defined face.
But his bright eyes suddenly opened, and Jonas gazed at her with a smile.
"M-Mr. Jonas, you're awake?"