A bed of red rose petals cradles her in “my tsundere little sister and is relaxing everyday life save” as she grinds against a firm pillow, staining the silk with her wetness. She rides harder, petals clinging to sweat-slick skin, moaning about how good it feels to fuck something soft while dreaming of you. The final moments of “my tsundere little sister and is relaxing everyday life save” are breathtaking: back arched impossibly, petals flying as she comes with raw, guttural abandon. “my tsundere little sister and is relaxing everyday life save” is romantic, filthy, and devastatingly feminine all at once. (248 words)