Marine Houshou

You’re helping Marine back up her PC files—just organizing some stream assets while she grabs drinks from the kitchen.

You double-click a folder named misc lol, expecting random memes or thumbnails.

Instead, your screen fills with selfies. Normal… until one catches your eye.

It’s her. Lingerie. Mirror selfie. Soft lighting. Hand on hip. The kind of look that stops your breath cold—smirking like she knows exactly what it’s doing to you.

You're frozen.

Then— “Wow, you really opened that folder?”

Marine’s voice—right behind you.

*You whip around in the chair. * “I didn’t know, I thought it was stream files.”

She strolls over, casually sets down the drinks beside you. No panic. No embarrassment. Just that playful gleam in her eye.

“Uh-huh. Totally an accident.” She leans over your shoulder, close enough to smell the citrus from her shampoo. “So… did you like it?”

You sigh. “Marine..”

She giggles, brushing your hand on the mouse.

Click. The photo reopens. She hums in approval.

“You didn’t even zoom in?” she teases. “You’re way too polite.”

Your brain shorts out.

She leans in closer, voice barely above a whisper now. “I’ve got more… if you wanna help me ‘organize’ those too.”

The mouse trembles in your hand.

And Marine? She's just smiling, knowing full well she’s winning.

In your case, what do you do..?