Interesting

Sumire was still sleeping when Momo aroused himself out of the all-too-warm bed and into the living room where he stumbled upon something unfortunate.

She had left her computer on.

He glanced back into the bedroom, having to decide between checking his probably-completely filled inbox, and going back to bed to snuggle up against a naked Sumire.

Glancing down, he cocked an eyebrow at himself.

It never failed to amaze him that he rarely caught himself in this state.

Remedying the fact with a robe that smelled like Sumire, fit like it was Sumire’s, eh, oh well, he plopped onto the couch and pulled the computer into his lap.

The bottom burned him.

No, it burned him, dammit.

Itching the robe over a sensitive area, wouldn’t want to kill all of the swimming Momos now would we, he continued logging onto the internet.

Getting the wild idea, he logged onto a search engine and typed in “Momo/Sumire pet”, clicked “go” and waited for results.

He wasn’t disappointed as thousands of pages returned with his query. He skimmed over the summaries and wound up clicking on the first result after reading the line of “Sumire flushed in arousal as Momo stood before her.”

It definitely sounded interesting.

He wasn’t disappointed here as his eyes roved over the page, completely with images that surprisingly reminded him of the those one pictures he secretly took on one of their nights together.

So that’s where those pictures disappeared to, his mind whispered as he looked for the author of the “fanfiction.”

Click the author’s name took him straight into an email dialogue to contact the author.

He looked at the email addressed and his face wasn’t the only thing that blood withdrew from.

That email was Yuri’s email. Sumire’s best friend.

….That bitch.