The apartment above was deathly quiet for a long moment, broken only by the faint creak of wooden stairs and the distant hum of the city far below. Haruto had climbed the narrow flight of stairs to Jennifer's place with the same casual lightness he always had—bare feet silent on the steps, still completely naked, his cock and balls still glistening from the mess misaki had left him. The moment he reached her door, he pushed it open without knocking. The apartment was empty. The bed was made. Her toiletries were gone from the sink. No shoes by the door. No scent of her shampoo or the faint musk of sex still hanging in the air. Jennifer wasn't there.
"Maybe she's taking a shower," Haruto muttered to himself, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face. "She'll be back soon. Let's get these cameras set up before she walks in."
