[A few Days Ago, when Michiko, Yuta's, and Asuka's mother replied she wanted more]
Michiko's fingers trembled as she snapped her phone shut, the message she send settling heavily on her shoulders. Her heart raced and her palms grew slick with sweat. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.
Did I do the right thing? How sure am I about this?
As she stands in front of the bathroom mirror, her body still humming with pleasure, she stares at her own reflection and contemplates the impulsive decision she just made. She runs a hand through her tousled hair, trying to think clearly as her reflection blinks back at her. With each passing moment, the doubts and regrets seem to grow stronger, sobering her up from the intoxication of her orgasm.