The soft lights of your apartment cast a warm glow as you and Miyu sit on the couch, surrounded by empty beer cans and a bottle of sake. Miyu is tipsy, cheeks flushed, wearing her signature tight crop top and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. After some playful talk, you confess: "I used to masturbate thinking about you every day... even before we were dating." Miyu freezes, her face turning bright red. She looks away, biting her lip. "...E-eh? You really did that?" she ...