The room fell into a heavy silence after Haruto’s words. The soft morning light continued to filter through the curtains, but the atmosphere had shifted. Erica sat quietly on Haruto’s right, her hand resting gently on his thigh. Aiko and Mina sat on his left, both looking down at their laps for a moment, gathering courage.

Aiko was the first to speak. She took a slow, deep breath, her voice soft but steady.

"We both had boyfriends," she began.

"I’ll tell my story first... Mina will tell hers after."

She glanced at Haruto and Erica, then continued.

"My boyfriend was a necrophile. He was a college student. He didn’t really like living girls. He felt affection toward cold girls... girls who felt cold to the touch. As you can see, my body temperature isn’t high. My palms are always cold. That’s why he liked me so much. I didn’t know he was like that at first. I thought he was just... different. Gentle. But after some time, I started noticing things. He wanted me to be as cold as possible. He would ask me to stay in cold rooms, to take cold showers before we met, to not warm up my hands... He wanted me to feel like a corpse when he touched me."

Aiko’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her fingers twisting together in her lap. Her eyes stayed lowered, focused on the sheets.

"I didn’t understand at the beginning. I thought maybe he had some strange fetish. But it got worse. He started telling me how beautiful cold skin was... how perfect a cold body felt. He wanted me to lie completely still, not move, not make any sound... like I was dead. That’s when I realized how deep it went. How sick it was."

She paused, swallowing hard.

"I stayed with him longer than I should have. I was scared. Confused. I thought maybe I could change him... or that it wasn’t that bad. But every time we had sex, he wanted me colder. He would put ice on my body, make me lie on the cold floor... He got off on the idea that I wasn’t really alive. That I was just a warm corpse for him to use."

Aiko took another deep breath, her voice still soft but now carrying a heavier tone as she continued her story. She kept her eyes mostly on the sheets, occasionally glancing up at Haruto and Erica.

"We had sex many times," she said quietly. "Let me explain what our sex was like... so you can understand."

She paused for a moment, then began describing it in a low, steady voice.

"It was always in his apartment. The room was completely dark — no lights, just a little moonlight coming through the curtains sometimes. He would slowly touch me... first my arms, then my waist, then my breasts. He would kiss me on the lips for a long time, then move down to my neck, kissing and sucking gently. He liked to undress me very slowly... and he would get naked slowly too, like he was enjoying every second of it.

Then he would suck on my nipples — for a long time. He liked them to be cold. After that, he would tell me to lie down on the bed, completely still. He would bring some ice... small pieces from the freezer. He started rolling the ice around my pussy. At first, it felt good — cold and tingly. But after a while, it became freezing pain. My pussy would get so cold it hurt. While he was rolling the ice on my pussy, he would suck on it... licking and sucking my pussy juice at the same time. That time my pussy wasn’t hairy. I used to shave it regularly for him.

Then he would put the ice on my nipples... rubbing it around them until they became extremely cold and hard. After that, he would suck on my nipples again — sucking the coldness from them while his fingers kept playing with the ice on my pussy."

Aiko’s voice trembled slightly as she finished that part. Her fingers were tightly twisted together in her lap, and her shoulders looked tense. She took a shaky breath before continuing.

"That was how most of our sex happened... He wanted me cold. The colder I felt, the more excited he became."

She stopped speaking, her eyes still lowered, clearly affected by reliving those memories.

The room stayed quiet. Erica’s hand remained on Haruto’s thigh, her expression serious and concerned. Haruto listened without interrupting, his face calm but attentive.

Aiko’s voice grew quieter, almost distant, as if she was watching the memories play out in her head rather than speaking them aloud. Her fingers twisted tighter in her lap, knuckles pale.

"Every time we had sex, it felt less and less like I was a person to him," she continued. "I was just... a body. A cold body. He would spend so long making sure I was freezing before he even touched me properly. The ice on my pussy... at first it felt strange but kind of exciting — the cold made everything more sensitive. But after a few minutes the cold turned into real pain. My pussy would go numb, then start burning from the freezing. Still, he would keep rolling the ice over my clit, pushing pieces against my entrance, watching me shiver. And while he did that, he would suck on my pussy... licking and sucking my juices like he was starving for them. He said cold pussy tasted better. Cleaner. More pure."

She swallowed hard, her eyes glistening.

"I started to feel like I was disappearing. Like I wasn’t really there. He didn’t want me to moan, didn’t want me to move, didn’t want me to feel pleasure. He wanted me still. Silent. Cold. The more I tried to stay motionless, the more he got excited. Sometimes he would hold my wrists down even though I wasn’t fighting him. He liked the idea that I couldn’t move... even if I could. It made me feel like a doll. A dead doll."

Aiko’s breathing became a little faster. Her voice cracked.

"I hated it... but I also didn’t leave. I kept telling myself it wasn’t that bad. That he loved me in his own way. That if I just stayed cold enough for him, he would eventually be happy with me as I was. But every time he put ice on my nipples and sucked them... I felt so empty. So used. Like my body wasn’t mine anymore. It was just something for him to play with. Something cold to fuck."

She finally looked up at Haruto and Erica, her eyes wet but determined.

"That’s why when I saw you two today... when the chocolate made me so horny... I just wanted to feel warm. Alive. I wanted to feel wanted as a living person. Not as a corpse."

The room stayed completely silent for a few seconds after she finished. Erica’s hand gently squeezed Haruto’s thigh. Haruto remained quiet, listening carefully, his expression serious and understanding.

Aiko wiped her eyes quickly with the back of her hand and took a shaky breath.

Aiko’s voice became even quieter, almost hollow, as she forced herself to keep going. Her fingers dug into the sheets beside her, gripping tightly.

"After he finished making me cold with the ice... that’s when he would fuck me," she continued.

"He would tell me to lie completely still on the bed. No moving. No moaning. No reaction. Then he would climb on top of me. His cock was always hard by then. He would rub the head against my freezing pussy a few times... and then push inside. Because I was so cold and numb from the ice, it felt... strange. His cock was hot. Burning hot compared to how freezing my pussy was. When he first entered me, I could feel the heat of his cock spreading inside my cold walls. It was such a strong contrast. He would groan every time he pushed deeper, saying how perfect it felt — how tight and cold my pussy was around him."

She swallowed hard, her eyes distant.

"He would fuck me slowly at first... long, deep strokes. He liked to feel every inch of my cold pussy gripping him. He would stay inside me for long moments without moving, just enjoying how cold I felt. Then he would start thrusting harder. The coldness made my pussy tighter, he said. He loved how it clenched around his cock because of the freezing. While he was fucking me, he would keep whispering things like ’You feel like a dead girl... so cold... so perfect.’ I wasn’t allowed to move my hips or make sounds. I had to stay limp, like a corpse. So I just lay there while he used my body... his cock sliding in and out of my freezing pussy, getting warmer and wetter with every thrust because of my juices mixing with the melting ice."

Aiko’s voice trembled as she described the aftermath.

"After he came inside me... he would stay inside for a long time. He liked to feel his warm cum filling my cold pussy. Sometimes he would even fall asleep still inside me. When he finally pulled out, his cum would leak out slowly... warm at first, then turning cold quickly because of my body temperature. I would lie there feeling it drip out of me, mixed with the water from the melted ice. My pussy would feel sore and numb at the same time. Empty. Used. Like I wasn’t even a person anymore... just a cold hole for him to cum in."

She paused for a long moment, breathing shakily.

"That’s what sex was like with him... almost every time."

Aiko took a deep, shaky breath, her voice becoming softer and more vulnerable as she continued.

"I was with him on my own choice," she said quietly. "I had sex with him on my own choice. I thought... I could change him. I really believed that if I loved him enough, if I stayed cold enough for him, he would eventually stop wanting me like a corpse and start wanting me as a real girl. I thought my love could fix him."

She paused, her fingers twisting tightly in her lap.

"But I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how still I lay there, no matter how cold I made myself... he never changed. He only got worse. Every time we had sex, it felt more like I was losing a piece of myself. I started hating my own body because it wasn’t cold enough for him. I started hating the way I felt pleasure because he didn’t want me to feel anything at all. I was slowly disappearing... turning into exactly what he wanted — a cold, lifeless thing for him to use."

Aiko’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she kept going, her voice trembling yet determined.