**Chapter 21: The Aftermath of Mischief**

Amane pouted, his lower lip jutting out in a comically exaggerated expression. "You're acting like last night didn't happen," he said, his voice laced with a hint of accusation. "Plus... there's a clear wet spot I can see, and you haven't even changed your position, still allowing me to see," he added, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark as he smirked at Nene. Nene's face turned an even deeper shade of crimson as she frantically tried to process Amane's words. She had been trying to put the events of the previous night behind her, but Amane's comment brought it all flooding back. Her eyes darted towards Tsukasa, hoping he would intervene, but he seemed to be studiously avoiding eye contact. Amane, on the other hand, seemed to be reveling in Nene's discomfort. He lay there, still pinioned to the ground by Tsukasa's earlier restraint, but his eyes never left Nene's face. "Come on, Nene," he coaxed, his voice dripping with teasing. "Don't be like that. I'm just trying to have a little fun." In an effort to tease him back, Nene did the last thing Amane expected - she slowly opened her legs a bit wider, her eyes locked on Amane's face. The blush on her cheeks deepened, but she refused to back down. Amane's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he was speechless. Tsukasa, who had been quietly observing the exchange, let out a low groan. "Nene, stop," he whispered, his eyes pleading with her to end the teasing. But Nene just smiled sweetly at Amane, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You wanted to have a little fun, Amane?" she said, her voice low and husky. "Well, let's have some fun then." The air was charged with tension as Amane and Nene locked eyes, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner in the background. It was clear that the game had changed, and Amane was no longer the only one calling the shots.