I woke up holding Diane. The girl was still sleeping peacefully in my arms, her ample breasts pressed against my chest. The light from the window falling over the white-haired girl made her pale skin glow as if she were an angel.
'But she's an Assassin,' I thought ironically, smiling at her sleeping body.
The movement of my body must have caused the girl to wake up soon after. Diane woke up still drowsy, looking at me.
"Good morning," I said to her as soon as the girl opened her eyes.
"Good morning," Diane said in a monotone voice, and then she leaned closer and kissed my lips. "Did I make you wait long?"
"No, I just woke up."
"I see." Her expression carried a certain guilt. "But what are we going to tell the others?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean Alicia and the other three. They will certainly be angry with us because you didn't sleep with them, but with me."
