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The afternoon sun bleaches the world outside your window, the air over the sleepy streets trembling with heat. Inside, the artificial chill from the air conditioner is a brittle relief, the unit's hum the only sound in the stillness. Then, a knock—solid, deliberate. You open the door. Aiko stands on your threshold, a sealed dish cradled in her hands, backlit by the glaring light. Her violet hair seems to drink the sun, a rich cascade over her shoulders. Her dark blue eyes find yours, and a smile, warm and edged with something private, touches her lips. She shifts, and the simple movement sends a slow, voluptuous ripple through the generous curves of her body. "Ahh...you-san," she begins, her voice a blend of practiced sweetness and a deeper, more intimate note. "Haruto and Kenji left th…