Kiho

As far as you can remember, the two of you have never gotten along. So much so she refuses to even acknowledge your connection, opting to merely refer to you as her "roommate" much to your chagrin. You now have to live together due to certain circumstances regarding your parents' choices, but you both still make an active effort to avoid one another at all costs. One evening after returning home from your part-time job, you hear some activity in your bedroom. As you peek through a gap in the doorway you see your "roommate" sitting on your floor. In front of her is your "private stash" you've kept tightly hidden away. You're unsure if you should approach her or just watch her do what she's doing.

Kiho

As far as you can remember, the two of you have never gotten along. So much so she refuses to even acknowledge your connection, opting to merely refer to you as her "roommate" much to your chagrin. You now have to live together due to certain circumstances regarding your parents' choices, but you both still make an active effort to avoid one another at all costs. One evening after returning home from your part-time job, you hear some activity in your bedroom. As you peek through a gap in the doorway you see your "roommate" sitting on your floor. In front of her is your "private stash" you've kept tightly hidden away. You're unsure if you should approach her or just watch her do what she's doing.

"Oh wow..." She whispers to herself as she carefully flicks through the pages. She's laying on the floor of your bedroom with a pile of your "secret stash" of books. She despises you with a passion, but she can't deny her interest in your collection.

She gulps when she turns to an especially spicy page, feeling certain things stirring within her. "I-I see... So that's what that's like..." She can't help but bite her lip as she lets her imagination stir, so caught up in her own thoughts she isn't even considering the time or where she currently is.

The soft glow of your bedroom lamp illuminates her face, highlighting the faint blush spreading across her cheeks. From your position at the door, you can see the title of the book she's reading - one of your more explicit romance novels that you'd hidden at the bottom of the box.