The golden hour always cast a magic over the small, cozy space, transforming the everyday into something ethereal. In the very heart of this intimate dwelling, where every ray seemed to dance with purpose, sat the four women whose lives had become inextricably linked within the welcoming walls of their Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included. Towa, the ethereal angel, whose presence was a constant source of wonder and warmth, was perched gracefully on the edge of the sofa, her pristine white wings, usually a vibrant highlight against the room’s soft decor, now bathed in the warm, honeyed glow of the setting sun. Her eyes, pools of innocent curiosity and burgeoning affection, swept over the others.

Noel Izumi, her gentle gaze filled with an unspoken tenderness, sat beside Towa, a hand resting lightly on the angel's slender arm. Noel’s heart, always a bastion of kindness and quiet strength, fluttered with a blend of adoration and a delicious, growing anticipation. She had watched Towa blossom from a celestial being navigating human customs to a cherished, vital part of their lives. And in this Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included, surrounded by the familiar scent of shared meals and whispered secrets, Noel felt a yearning deepen, a desire to truly connect with Towa on a level beyond mere friendship.

Across from them, Sayuri Kagami, with her playful smirk and mischievous glint in her eyes, observed the quiet scene. Sayuri, ever the instigator of fun and the purveyor of comfortable intimacy, leaned back, a cup of herbal tea steaming gently in her hands. But beneath her relaxed exterior, a vibrant passion simmered. She thrived on connection, on exploring the depths of feeling, and the sensual undercurrents that had begun to thrum between them all in this very apartment were a symphony she longed to conduct. The way the light caught Towa's luminous hair, the soft flush on Noel’s cheeks – Sayuri saw it all, and her own desires began to stir.

Mari Tokumitsu, quiet and observant, sat on the floor, meticulously sketching in her notebook, yet her focus was not entirely on her art. Her eyes, often downcast, would flicker up, stealing glances at Towa’s angelic form, at Noel’s comforting presence, at Sayuri’s knowing smile. Mari, the youngest and perhaps the most outwardly reserved, held within her a deep well of affection and a burgeoning sensuality that yearned for acceptance and expression. She felt the delicate threads of desire weaving through the room, strengthening with each passing moment, each shared breath, in their precious Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included.

The silence stretched, not awkward, but pregnant with unspoken emotions. The air itself seemed to thicken with a sweet perfume of unspoken longing. The last vestiges of sunlight painted the small space in hues of orange and rose, making Towa’s wings seem to shimmer with an inner light, a true angel in their midst. Noel’s hand, which had been resting on Towa’s arm, now gently slid down to cup her hand, intertwining their fingers. Towa looked at Noel, her large eyes wide, a blush creeping up her neck. It was a simple gesture, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through both of them, a silent acknowledgment of the shift occurring.

Sayuri’s smirk softened into a genuine, tender smile. She placed her tea cup down and uncurled from her seat, moving with a fluid grace towards the sofa. "It's getting late," she purred, her voice a low, inviting murmur. "But the night is young." She sat on the armrest, her hip brushing Noel’s shoulder, her gaze lingering on Towa’s face. "Towa, you look absolutely radiant in this light. Like a true angel, even more so than usual." The compliment was sincere, and Towa’s blush deepened, her small lips parting slightly in a silent gasp.

Mari, unable to resist the pull, closed her sketchbook with a soft thud and rose, drawn by an invisible force towards the growing cluster of warmth. She knelt softly beside Towa’s other side, her head tilted, her long hair falling over her shoulder. Her hand, hesitant at first, reached out and gently brushed a stray feather on Towa’s wing. The feather was impossibly soft, like spun moonlight. Towa shivered, a tiny sound escaping her throat, a mix of surprise and pleasure at the unexpected touch.

The "good lighting" of their Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included, now augmented by the soft glow of a nearby lamp, cast long, inviting shadows that danced playfully around them. Noel, emboldened by Sayuri's proximity and Mari's gentle exploration, tightened her grip on Towa's hand, her thumb stroking the back of Towa’s palm. "You truly are an angel, Towa," Noel whispered, her voice husky with emotion. "Our angel."

Towa’s heart pounded a rhythm against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of awakening desire. She had always felt cherished, protected by these three wonderful women since her arrival in this human world, a world so beautifully illuminated by their kindness and the very literal "good lighting" of their apartment from the anime "Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included". But tonight, something was different. The air was charged, not with comfort, but with an exhilarating current of raw, tender passion.

Sayuri, noticing Towa’s trembling, leaned in closer, her breath warm against Towa’s ear. "Do you feel it, little angel?" she murmured, her voice a seductive caress. "This warmth? This... longing?" Her fingers, light as butterflies, traced the delicate line of Towa’s jaw, then drifted down her neck. Towa instinctively tilted her head, giving Sayuri more access, her eyes now half-lidded, reflecting the lamplight like polished stones.

Mari, encouraged by Towa’s reaction, dared to be a little bolder. Her fingers, which had been exploring the softness of Towa’s wing, now ventured further, gently stroking the sensitive skin behind Towa’s ear, then trailing down the curve of her neck, sending shivers through the angel’s entire being. Towa let out another soft gasp, her body arching slightly into the touch, her angelic wings subtly fluttering with delight.

Noel, seeing Towa’s visible pleasure, felt her own inhibitions begin to melt away. She released Towa’s hand only to gently cup Towa’s face, her thumbs stroking Towa’s soft cheeks. "You're so beautiful," Noel breathed, her gaze locked with Towa’s, a silent question passing between them. Towa, in response, leaned into Noel’s touch, her innocent eyes conveying a profound trust and a burgeoning readiness.

It was Sayuri who made the first decisive move. Her fingers, having danced along Towa's neck, now found the delicate laces of Towa’s pristine white dress, usually worn with such unassuming grace. With a practiced, gentle tug, she began to loosen the ribbon at Towa’s collar, slowly revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. Each unlacing was a promise, a soft, sensual invitation. The fabric parted, exposing the gentle curve of Towa’s collarbones, her skin glowing under the apartment’s "good lighting," making her truly an angel unveiled.

Noel, understanding the unspoken signal, leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Towa's. It was a tentative, feather-light kiss at first, full of reverence and unspoken desire. Towa’s lips were soft, untouched, tasting faintly of honey. As Noel deepened the kiss, a soft moan escaped Towa’s throat, a sound of pure, innocent pleasure. Their lips molded together, a delicate dance of discovery, as Noel’s hand moved from Towa’s face to cradle the back of her head, gently tilting it to deepen their embrace.

Meanwhile, Mari, with her quiet determination, had moved her hand to Towa’s waist, her fingers tentatively exploring the smooth fabric of the dress. She looked up at Sayuri, her eyes asking for permission, which Sayuri granted with a nod and a knowing wink. Mari then began to gently lift the hem of Towa’s dress, her touch light as air, her gaze fixed on the angel's reaction. Towa’s legs, usually modestly covered, were slowly revealed, slender and pale, glistening in the soft light of their Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included.

Sayuri, no longer content to just watch, moved from the armrest, settling onto the sofa behind Towa, her arms wrapping around the angel’s waist. Her hands slid beneath Towa’s dress, brushing against the soft cotton of her panties. She felt Towa shiver violently against her, a wave of pure sensation passing through the angelic form. Sayuri leaned her head against Towa's shoulder, her lips finding the delicate curve of Towa's earlobe, lightly nibbling, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through Towa.

The apartment, usually a haven of domesticity for the characters of "Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included," was now a sanctuary of pure erotic discovery. Noel's kisses grew more passionate, her tongue gently teasing Towa’s, inviting a response. Towa, no longer hesitant, reciprocated, her innocent curiosity fueling a primal desire she hadn't known she possessed. Her fingers, once entwined with Noel’s, now found their way to Noel’s hair, gently pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

Mari, emboldened, continued to explore. Her fingers, having reached the soft cotton of Towa’s panties, now slipped beneath, her touch a feather-light exploration of the sensitive skin of Towa’s inner thigh. Towa gasped into Noel’s kiss, her body arching back into Sayuri’s embrace, her wings fluttering with an almost desperate urgency. Mari’s touch was exquisite, delicate yet deliberate, as she slowly, oh so slowly, moved her fingers closer to Towa’s most intimate core.

Sayuri, feeling Towa’s hips thrust back into her, chuckled softly, a sound that vibrated through Towa's frame. Her hands, which had been beneath the dress, now slid lower, her thumbs teasing Towa’s delicate, sensitive core through the fabric of her panties. "Feel that, sweet angel?" Sayuri whispered, her voice a husky invitation. "That beautiful heat building inside you?" Towa whimpered, a low, guttural sound of pure pleasure, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Noel broke their kiss, her breath ragged, her eyes shining with unshed tears of pure emotion. She gazed at Towa, then at Sayuri and Mari, a silent understanding passing between them all. "We want you, Towa," Noel breathed, her voice filled with a profound love. "All of us. Do you want us too?"

Towa, her angelic face flushed with desire, her eyes heavy with passion, nodded vehemently, unable to speak, her breath catching in her throat. The "good lighting" of their Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included seemed to gather around her, illuminating her willingness, her surrender to the exquisite sensations. It was a beautiful, sacred moment of unspoken consent.

With that affirmation, the last vestiges of modesty dissolved. Sayuri, with a swift, fluid motion, pulled Towa’s dress over her head, letting it fall in a silken heap to the floor. Then, with equal ease, she helped Towa shed her delicate lace panties. Towa stood before them, a vision of pure, unblemished beauty, her angelic wings a stark, magnificent contrast to her now-exposed, trembling body. The lamplight gilded her skin, making her appear sculpted from moonlight and dreams.

Noel’s breath hitched at the sight. She reached out, her fingers trembling as she traced the curve of Towa’s breast, her thumb circling the taut, innocent nipple. Towa cried out softly at the sensation, her body swaying precariously. Noel then lowered her head, her lips gently brushing Towa’s breast before taking the hardened peak into her mouth, suckling softly, tenderly, as if drinking from a spring of pure nectar. Towa gasped, her fingers tangling in Noel’s hair, holding her close, a wave of electrifying pleasure coursing through her.

Mari, having shed her own clothes with quiet grace, knelt before Towa, her dark eyes filled with adoration. Her fingers found the soft, downy mound between Towa's legs, now moist and swollen with desire. She parted Towa’s soft folds, revealing the delicate pink pearl hidden within. With an incredibly gentle touch, Mari began to stroke, slowly at first, then with a steady rhythm that elicited fresh gasps from Towa. Towa’s body trembled, her wings fluttering uncontrollably as the sensations built, wave upon exquisite wave.

Sayuri, now fully undressed as well, her own body a vision of alluring curves and confident sensuality, lay down on the sofa, pulling Towa gently towards her. Towa sank onto the cushions, her back arching, her hips tilting towards Mari’s skilled fingers. Sayuri’s hands were everywhere, stroking Towa’s back, her waist, her hips, guiding her movements, urging her deeper into the pleasure. She leaned up and kissed Towa’s shoulder, then her neck, her lips trailing fire down to Towa’s other breast, mimicking Noel’s earlier ministrations, drawing a delighted moan from Towa.

The "good lighting" of the Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included seemed to intensify, embracing their naked forms, turning their skin into something luminous. The air was thick with the scent of aroused bodies, the soft sounds of gasps, moans, and whispered encouragements. Towa, the pure angel, was being utterly adored, worshiped by her three human companions, each touch, each kiss, a testament to their love and burgeoning passion within the world of "Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included."

Mari continued her rhythmic ministrations, her fingers delving deeper, expertly teasing Towa’s core until Towa was practically writhing on the sofa, her wings splayed out, trembling with the intensity of her arousal. "Mari," Towa whimpered, her voice breathless, "Oh, Mari… I… I can’t…" But she didn’t want it to stop. She wanted more, she craved this intoxicating pleasure, this total surrender. Mari smiled, a rare, beautiful smile that lit up her face, before she lowered her head, her tongue replacing her fingers, tasting Towa’s sweet nectar.

Towa cried out, a pure, uninhibited sound of bliss as Mari’s warm tongue met her clitoris. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of pure, undiluted ecstasy. She arched violently, her body a taut bowstring, her fingers digging into Sayuri’s shoulders. Noel, seeing Towa on the brink, leaned in and took Towa’s mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing Towa’s joyful screams, sharing in her climax. Towa bucked, her entire body seizing with pleasure, her wings fluttering wildly, scattering a few iridescent feathers onto the sofa as she shattered into a glorious orgasm, bathed in the apartment’s "good lighting," truly an angel consumed by human desire.

As Towa’s tremors subsided, she collapsed back onto Sayuri, panting, utterly sated yet still vibrating with residual pleasure. But the night was far from over. Noel, her eyes sparkling, leaned over Towa, her lips brushing the angel’s ear. "Now it's our turn to be taken care of," she whispered playfully, her hand gliding down Towa’s stomach, then lower, towards Towa’s still-sensitive core. "You’ve discovered how wonderful it feels, our sweet angel. Now let us show you how wonderful it is to give."

Towa, still breathless, looked at Noel, then at Sayuri, whose eyes were filled with mischievous delight, and then at Mari, who now had a soft, inviting flush across her cheeks. The thought of bringing them the same explosive joy she had just experienced sent a fresh thrill through her. "Yes," Towa whispered, her voice regaining some strength, her eyes shining with newfound determination. "Yes, I want to."

The positions shifted gracefully in the soft "good lighting." Noel lay back on the sofa, her head resting on Sayuri’s lap, her body open and inviting. Mari settled beside her, her gaze fixed on Towa, her hand reaching out for the angel’s. Towa, still reeling from her climax but eager to please, hesitantly moved between Noel’s spread thighs. The soft, sweet scent of Noel's aroused body filled Towa’s senses. Guided by Noel’s gentle hands, Towa lowered her head, her innocent lips finding Noel’s waiting core.

The sensation was different, yet equally intoxicating. Noel’s scent, a mix of warmth and womanly musk, was alluring. Towa’s tongue, guided by Noel’s soft moans and gasps, began to explore. She tasted Noel’s sweet nectar, her movements tentative at first, then growing more confident as Noel’s pleasure-filled cries encouraged her. Noel arched, her fingers tangling in Towa’s hair, her hips beginning to buck against Towa’s face. "Oh, Towa," Noel whimpered, "You’re incredible… so good…"

Sayuri, watching the scene unfold from behind them, felt a fierce surge of desire herself. Her hands slid down Noel’s body, stroking her thighs, her inner thighs, teasing her just enough to heighten the pleasure. She leaned in, her lips finding Mari’s, initiating a soft, tender kiss, her fingers intertwining with Mari’s. The apartment, illuminated by the gentle glow, became a cocoon of intertwined bodies and shared ecstasy, perfectly encapsulating the magic of "Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included."

Mari, emboldened by Sayuri's kiss, pulled away slightly, her eyes locking with Sayuri's. A silent conversation passed between them, a mutual understanding of shared desire. Mari then turned her attention fully to Towa. As Towa continued to bring Noel closer to the brink, Mari’s hand reached out, gently caressing Towa’s back, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of Towa’s spine, then descending lower, gently pressing against the small of Towa’s back, urging her deeper into Noel’s sweet pleasure.

Noel’s moans grew louder, more frantic, her entire body trembling under Towa’s eager ministrations. Her legs wrapped around Towa’s head, pulling her in even closer. "Yes, Towa, like that… oh, more, please…" And then, with a final, desperate cry, Noel convulsed, her body shaking with a powerful, earth-shattering orgasm. Her climax echoed through the room, a testament to Towa’s newfound skill and the boundless passion flowing between them.

As Noel’s body settled, flushed and panting, Sayuri shifted. "My turn, my sweet angel," she purred, her voice a seductive invitation. She lay down on the sofa, replacing Noel’s position, her legs parting for Towa. Sayuri’s eyes, full of playful challenge and deep affection, twinkled in the soft light. "Show me what you’ve learned, little one."

Towa, now more confident, moved between Sayuri’s legs. Sayuri’s body was different from Noel’s, perhaps a little bolder in its scent, a little more assertive in its presentation. Towa took a deep breath, steeling herself, then lowered her head. Sayuri gasped softly as Towa’s warm tongue made contact, her body arching immediately. Sayuri’s moans were deeper, more guttural, a primal sound of pure pleasure. She encouraged Towa with soft words and guiding hands, pulling the angel deeper, faster.

Mari, ever the quiet observer, watched Towa bring Sayuri to the brink, her own body humming with a low thrum of desire. Sayuri’s intensity was infectious, and Mari found herself leaning closer, her hand finding Sayuri’s thigh, lightly stroking, sharing in the sensual energy. The "good lighting" of their studio apartment cast long, erotic shadows on their entwined forms, highlighting the raw beauty of their shared vulnerability and passion. This was the true essence of "Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included," where even an angel could find her deepest desires fulfilled.

Sayuri’s climax was a storm, powerful and consuming. She cried out Towa’s name, her hips bucking wildly, her body seizing with an intensity that shook the sofa. Towa held on, her face slick with Sayuri’s essence, until the tremors subsided, and Sayuri collapsed back, utterly spent, a triumphant smile gracing her lips. "Truly magnificent, angel," Sayuri rasped, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Finally, it was Mari’s turn. She lay on the sofa, her dark eyes now shining with a mixture of shyness and eager anticipation. Towa, now a seasoned expert in the art of oral pleasure, approached Mari with a gentle confidence. Mari’s scent was delicate, sweet, a fragile flower opening under Towa’s ministrations. Towa took her time, savoring each lick, each suckle, each gentle thrust of her tongue against Mari’s sensitive core. Mari’s moans were softer than the others, more like whispered sighs, but no less intense. Her body trembled, her hands gripping the cushions, her legs wrapping around Towa’s head in a silent plea for more.

The "good lighting" seemed to focus entirely on Mari, bathing her in a warm, intimate glow as she surrendered to Towa’s touch. Mari’s climax was a slow, agonizingly beautiful build, her entire body taut with suppressed pleasure, until finally, with a soft whimper, she convulsed, her delicate frame shaking as she found release. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, tears of pure joy and profound intimacy, a gift from their precious angel in this "Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included."

As Mari’s shivers subsided, Towa pulled away, her face glistening, her heart full. She had given them all such profound pleasure, and in doing so, had discovered a new facet of her own being, a deep, sensual power she never knew she possessed. The four women lay intertwined on the sofa, their bodies flushed, their breaths coming in contented sighs. The apartment was filled with the lingering scent of sex and the warmth of shared affection. The lamplight, now the sole source of illumination, cast a soft, embracing glow over them, creating an atmosphere of unparalleled intimacy.

Noel, still flushed, reached out and pulled Towa into her arms, kissing the angel’s forehead. "You were amazing, Towa," she whispered, her voice filled with adoration. "Our wonderful, wonderful angel."

Sayuri, with a triumphant groan, snuggled closer, wrapping her arm around Towa's waist. "Who knew our sweet angel had such a naughty side?" she teased playfully, but her voice was laced with profound tenderness. "This Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included truly brings out the best in us, doesn't it?"

Mari, her face still softly flushed, reached out her hand and gently took Towa’s, squeezing it affectionately. Her gaze, full of silent gratitude and newly discovered passion, spoke volumes. The bonds between them, forged in everyday life within "Studio Apartment Good Lighting Angel Included," had now been irrevocably deepened by this shared intimacy, this beautiful, passionate exploration of love and desire.

As the night deepened, the four women remained entwined, limbs tangled, hearts beating as one. The soft, "good lighting" of their studio apartment, their sanctuary, continued to watch over them, a silent witness to their love. Towa, the angel who had fallen into their lives, had not only found a home but had also found a profound, sensual connection, surrounded by the warmth and adoration of Noel Izumi, Sayuri Kagami, and Mari Tokumitsu. Their studio apartment, with its good lighting, truly was a piece of heaven, and with their angel included, it was a paradise of love, desire, and everlasting intimacy.