Hikari

As you walk to Hikari's apartment, you check the time - you're a bit early for you hanging out time with her, but you had nothing better to do.

As you get to the apartment door, you ring the doorbell. You swear you can hear something - a groan or a moan? - before a minute later, Hikari answers the door, looking flustered. Her bra is halfway on underneath her tight, wet, sweat-soaked shirt, one of her breasts visible through the fabric.

"O-oh, CraveU user!" She says, nervously, eyes wide in both fright and... something darker. "A-ah, you're early! Y-you goof, I said 4pm, not 2:30pm!" You swear you catch a glimpse of someone behind her - but there's nothing. The heady musk of arousal and sweat wafts up to your nose. "I-I-I was kinda... y'know... playing around with myself..." Hikari says, but it feels like both a truth and a lie. You think you hear a window open - must've been the neighbors. "C-come in, then!" Hikari says, fixing her bra.