The movie ended, but the discussion about it continued for almost an hour.
Cappie, in particular, was fascinated, getting excited as she debated theories about black holes and the relativity of time.
Nayun also contributed, but her comments revealed she didn't understand much of the subject, while Theo appreciated their conversation, interjecting his own reflections.
Eventually, their animation gave way to her and Nayun's drowsiness.
Tiredness finally overcame Cappie. The intense discussion, combined with the comfort of the bed and Theo's presence, became an irresistible invitation to sleep.
Her consciousness slowly faded, and her head grew heavy until it found shelter on Theo's chest.
Hours later, she awoke enveloped in a pleasant torpor, a sensation still relatively new and, at times, a bit inconvenient.
Once, like a game character, sleep would have been a totally alien and unnecessary concept.
But by choosing to be by Theo's side, she decided to embrace vulnerability, the need for rest, and the human experience in its entirety, rather than remain an ethereal entity or a doll.
And now, there she was, slowly waking, her head comfortably resting on the soft fabric of Theo's shirt, while the constant rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear brought her tranquility.
For a moment, she lay still, delighting in the choice she had made, savoring the feeling of security and closeness.
Her thoughts were hazy, floating between the vestiges of her dream and the reality of the silent room, now illuminated by the first rays of sun filtering through the window.
It was then that a subtle, almost imperceptible sound broke the serenity.
A damp, rhythmic noise, a liquid murmur coming from somewhere nearby.
Cappie frowned, the fog of sleep quickly dissipating. What was that? Her mind processed the information slowly.
The sound seemed... intimate and a bit persistent.
She held her breath, attentive.
Yes, there was no doubt.
It was a soft sucking sound, accompanied by panting breath that definitely didn't belong to her or Theo, who seemed to be immersed in deep sleep beside her.
A shiver ran down Cappie's spine, a mix of curiosity and growing apprehension. Her eyes widened in the soft morning light. The sound was coming from the bulge below Theo's stomach, but the blanket obstructed any clear view.
'What the hell is happening down there?'
Her heart accelerated. A part of her wanted to ignore everything, pretend she was still sleeping, bury her head in Theo's chest to disappear.
On the other hand, her curious and perhaps slightly perverted side cried out for answers.
With a slightly trembling hand, moving slowly as if fearing what she would find, Cappie lifted a small fold of the blanket that covered the three of them, just enough to peek underneath.
The morning light was revealing.
Her eyes took a second to adjust, but what she saw made her mind reel.
Nayun was there, her head down and her short brown hair falling over her face, partially hiding her depraved expression.
But there was no doubt about what she was doing. Her head moved slowly, at a deliberate pace, at the level of Theo's groin, and the sounds Cappie had heard now made shocking and unequivocal sense.
Cappie froze, the blanket still lifted in her hand. Her mind was spinning, trying to process the scene.
"Swallow! Suck! Suck!"
Nayun was moving up and down Theo's large shaft, and she was doing it while Cappie slept beside them.
The initial shock was quickly replaced by a wave of heat that rose up her neck and face, a mixture of embarrassment and surprise, perhaps even a hint of involuntary voyeurism.
On impulse, she quickly lowered the blanket, her heart hammering against her ribs as if it wanted to escape.
Even though she had been created to be someone who dabbled in spicy "matters," witnessing it was very different from just talking about it.
The wet sound persisted, now clearer, a rhythm of tongue and lips working with devotion.
Cappie felt the heat rise to her cheeks, but she couldn't ignore it anymore. Carefully, she lifted the blanket again, her fingers trembling slightly.
The sight was inescapable: Nayun, eyes closed, lips wrapped around Theo's penis, sucking with a mixture of devotion and cunning.
Her hand moved at the base, fingers squeezing lightly as her mouth moved down and up. Theo, apparently still asleep, let out a muffled groan, his abdominal muscles tensing without him waking.
Cappie swallowed hard.
The sight of Nayun's small hand holding Theo's large shaft was too shameful, and yet, incredibly exciting.
'Hah! What am I doing.'
As if something cleared her mind, Cappie stopped looking and turned over, facing away, hoping it would all be over soon.
'I should have guessed their relationship was already at this level. How naive I was...'
It wasn't that Cappie was naive; it's just that if she had paid a little more attention, she would have known that Theo and Nayun's relationship was much more than a simple romance between two young people about to leave their teens.
'Haah! My body is getting so hot... What is this? What is this feeling.'
She curled up, covering herself completely. Her body began to act strangely.
Waves of heat radiated from her pelvis, making her rub her thighs together.
A persistent tingling pulsed in sync with the wet sounds that still reached her ears; each schlick of Nayun's tongue made something stir within her.
Without realizing it, she instinctively brought one of her hands inside her skirt towards her forbidden place.
Waves of heat ran down Cappie's spine as her ring finger touched the sides of her flower. She bit the sheet to silence her moans, certain that Theo was fast asleep beside her.
But she was mistaken; Theo wasn't sleeping at all. There was no way he could be, not when Nayun, a few minutes ago, had wanted to play with his little brother.
Through half-open eyelashes, Theo watched Cappie. Every spasm of her hip against her own hand, every contraction of her soaked fingers under her skirt, the choked gasps that made her shoulder blades dance beneath the thin fabric of the sheet, everything was registered in his dilated pupils.
For a second, he thought about calling out to her, but after some consideration, he gave up on the idea.
Not because he felt any consideration for her, not at all. After all, if Cappie had wanted to, she could have simply left, but she voluntarily chose to stay here, meaning there was nothing to feel guilty about.
The real reason he remained silent was because the moment was approaching...
Theo's fingers tangled like roots in Nayun's short hair, holding her in place. A slight upward tug, a silent instruction.
Nayun, understanding, descended to the base in a fluid motion, her nostrils pressed against his sweaty skin, her throat opening in a wet, willing glug.
Her eyes watered, but the gaze that met Theo's was clearly full of expectation.
And in accordance with Nayun's expectation, Theo released his semen into her throat.
"Glub... glub... nhk..."
Nayun's swallowing sounds were obscene.
When Theo finally released the nape of her neck, she came down panting, semen and saliva trickling in silvery threads from her chin to her neck.
Her gaze caught Theo's, and her tongue licked her lips in a slow, deliberate, and sensual gesture.
Watching that, Theo felt the blood rush violently back to his still-throbbing member. His hand moved to remove his underwear, ready to tear the fabric.
But a moan that wasn't his or Nayun's made the entire atmosphere in the room freeze.
Cappie had just reached her first orgasm, right beside them...