"Yeah," she replied sleepily. Looking through the doors to the stairs beyond she joked, "I don't think I have the strength to make it to my room."
"I think I can help with that," Ryu offered.
"What do you mean, Ry-ooooo!" Momo squealed as Ryu took her in his arms again, this time to gently caress her cheek with his own. "What are you doing?"
Warm air tickled her ear. "What does it feel like I'm doing, Momo?"
Momo would have pinched herself, but her remaining presence of mind had been leeched away by fatigue and the present and sudden stimulation. "Y-You're caressing my face w-with yours."
More warm air. "Do you want me to stop?" He continued to rub her face with his. "Momo?"
The poor girl couldn't answer, as she was busy realizing just how sensitive her cheeks were to touch. "Mmmmrrryyy-OOO!" She felt a soft but sudden pressure against the side of her neck and somehow knew he had just kissed her. "Oooo!" And again. Her breathing deepened as her heart began to race. "Ry-ooo! Ryu! I…can't…" Her eyes rolled back as her sense of touch was overwhelmed.
Her analytical mind came back online to note that something soft and cool had slipped under her blouse and was caressing the bare skin of her midriff. "Ryu…" The hand, she finally realized, began to travel slowly upward. "Please…No…"
She suddenly heard a strange but familiar voice. "What's the matter Momo?"
Momo opened her eyes and stared in horror.
"Isn't this what you've wanted?"
She screamed at the sight of her father standing in Ryu's place.
Momo tumbled out of bed, sobbing hysterically. "Leave me alone!" she screamed at nobody. Honey waddled over to try to console her, but was rejected as Momo curled into a fetal position and continued to cry tears of despair and hoplessness.
She jumped as she heard a sudden pounding at her door. A friendly voice sounded faintly. "…me in…" She stumbled over to the door, nearly tripping over Honey, and managed to unlock and open it.
Ryu charged through the doorway and tripped over Honey, landing flat on his face on the floor.
He managed to roll over and sit up in time to receive a lapful of hysterical engineer. "Ryu, you…he…and then…" Momo degenerated back into sobs.
Knowing that he had to do something, but not entirely sure what to do, he simply held his friend, who had curled up in his lap, her head resting against his chest. He realized that she had been crying for a while, judging by the messed-up hair and extremely warm and trembling body.
When her sobs finally quieted down, he decided to find out what happened. "Momo?" No answer. "Momo?" He leaned over to examine his friend's face.
Momo had fallen fast asleep.