You stand at the side of Koko’s twin-sized bed, your bare feet pressing into the red carpet. On said bed, lies its owner, Koko. Cute pink nightgowns clad the both of you. The bed’s pillows, blanket, and sheets possess a crimson hue, matching the carpet.

[Name: Ako

Class: Waifu

Strength: Lvl 3

Mind: Lvl 2

Soul: Lvl 3]

[Name: Koko

Class: Cat Girl

Strength: Lvl 4

Mind: Lvl 1

Soul: Lvl 3]

“You going to get in?” the cat girl says, breaking the somewhat awkward silence.

“It’s just that … I expected a bigger bed. Don’t you think this is kind of small for two people?”

“It’s cozy,” she responds, patting the portion of the mattress next to her. “Come get in.”

You sigh, and then climb in, the bed’s mattress creaking slightly. You twist around, trying to get comfortable in the twin-sized bed you will be sharing with your girlfriend for the night. A pair of slender, cream-colored arms reach around you as your cat girl girlfriend cuddles up against you. You can feel her soft, medium-sized chest press into your back, your face going a tad rosy. Her hands at your chest, you can’t help but squirm a bit, and you manage to squirm your way over the edge, over the edge of the bed that is.

“Oof!” Your face crashes into the red carpeting, leaving you in a rather unflattering position with your moderate-sized butt in the air and your legs still on the bed. Why did her bed have to be so small?

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“You OK?” your girlfriend’s voice calls from atop the mattress.

“Just checking out the carpet,” you respond sarcastically before wobbling to your feet. Once more, you find yourself standing at the side of her bed. “If you had a bigger bed, maybe that wouldn’t have happened.”

“Or maybe that would have happened anyway.” Koko crosses her arms defiantly, her ears twitching. “This bed is big enough. Maybe you just need to squirm less.”

“If you say so,” you say, a slight giggle slipping through your lips. Koko really seems to like her bed.

Koko grins at you and scoots to the edge of the bed. “Could you do me a favor?” She looks into your pink eyes, her legs over the edge. “Can I get a headpat?”

“Headpat?” For a second, you thought her request might have been of the lewd variety, but she just wants a headpat. You raise your right hand, and she leans forward, presenting her head, her ears twitching in anticipation. Gently, you pat the petite cat girl’s head, her tail swishing happily, a content smile on her face.

She pulls back, her green eyes fixed on you. “Want one?” she asks, her ears giving another twitch.

“No need. I’m good.”

“Then come get back in bed with me.” Koko lies back down and pats the mattress.

For the second time that night, you climb into bed with her, the mattress shifting under your weight. This time, you snuggle up to her, the two of you facing one another. Her arms go around you, and you can feel her chest press into yours. You lie like that for a while, your girlfriend pressed up against you. You gaze at her angelic face, finding her eyes closed. You look down to her lips, soon pressing your own against them.

Her green eyes flit open, but she doesn’t reject the kiss. Instead, she melts into it, her hold on you loosening as she returns said kiss. You push the petite woman onto her back, climbing atop and straddling her. She looks you in the eye, but then her emerald eyes wander south to your chest, her cheeks becoming tinged with red. Slowly, she starts reaching up towards your large breasts. Suddenly, the door swings open, and her hands never reach their soft destinations.

“Hey, Ako! Just checking if you’re still … OK …” Irie stood in the doorway, wearing a white nightgown, face about as red as a tomato. “D-Did I interrupt something?!”

“Bruh, do you even knock?” Koko all but hissed, quite clearly displeased by the turn of events.

“T-This isn’t what it looks like,” you stammer, the color draining from your face at the horrifying realization of getting caught. At least you both are still in your nightgowns. It could have been worse, much worse.

Koko glances to you and then to Irie, deciding to help. “We were just holding hands.”

“Holding hands?” Irie repeats. “How obscene? Carry on.” The elven woman slams the door shut before fleeing, the sound of her rapid footfalls quickly fading away.

“Well, that was horrifying.” You get off of Koko and instead opt to snuggle up beside her.

“We were so close to greatness,” she murmurs in dismay. “The moment is ruined, isn’t it?”

After mulling it over a bit, you simply respond, “Maybe.”