Chapter 142: Aftermath
The first time, I was just desperate.
I was so focused on being careful with Souta that I couldn’t stop worrying it might all fall apart.
The second time, I had a little more composure.
That said, it was only because I felt reassured that Souta would be fine now. As for me, I was still completely overwhelmed...
It seemed Souta had learned how to enjoy himself using my body. With both hands firmly gripping my waist, all I could do was endure until his desire was satisfied.
The third time, Souta got a bit carried away.
He asked, a little shyly, if I could get on top wearing a babydoll. I couldn’t help but look at him with a slightly cold gaze.
He was like a kid who just got a brand new toy.
But as someone who used to be a guy, I could kind of understand how he felt. Souta probably figured I would get it too, which is why he asked.
So, I gave in to Souta’s request.
...But still, I don’t think I can forgive him for just sitting back and grinning like he had all the time in the world while I clumsily struggled to get on top.
When he was having a hard time during the first round, I did everything I could to support and encourage him...!
In the end, maybe because he got frustrated watching me fumble around, Souta sat up partway through and pulled me into his arms. And so, the third round came to a close like that.
By the end of the third round, my body had already reached its limit.
Even though I used magic to heal the bruises and scrapes caused by Souta’s unrestrained movements—he was already pretty big, and he didn’t hold back—there was nothing I could do about the muscle pain and the exhaustion. My lower back had given out too, and I could barely stand properly.
But my body was a mess—sticky with lotion and fluids. It was gross, and I really wanted to wash it all off.
So, I ended up being carried princess-style by Souta into the bath.
I’d gotten used to being held from behind while soaking in the tub, but he was a lot stiffer than usual, and the bathtub felt smaller—both literally and... not.
On top of that, having him touch me without hesitation, like he was checking the feel of everything, didn’t exactly put me in the best mood. The thing pressing against my butt, getting harder by the second, wasn’t helping either...
Then Souta finally said he wanted to do it again, right there.
I tried to refuse, saying we didn’t have anything to use for lubrication here. But then, for some reason, he found a brand-new bottle of lotion tucked in with the body soap and shampoo... I really think Dad went way overboard with his “consideration.”
Still behind me, Souta grabbed my thighs with both hands and spread my legs—lifting me up like a baby getting ready to pee.
And just like that, round four began.
I got out of the bath first, changed into my usual underwear, climbed into bed, and started checking the messages on my phone.
The latest one was from Yuna.
Apparently, she and Hisui were waiting for me at a nearby family restaurant.
There were two full screens of messages filled with concern for me. Things like『Please don’t be alone, okay?』and『If anything happens, promise you’ll call me right away, okay?』. I must’ve really worried her, going silent for so long.
She probably didn’t call because she was being considerate of what might be going on between us.
As soon as I read her message, another one popped up:『Are you okay?』. I replied,『Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry for making you worry』.
Next, I opened a message from Hisui—hers had a much more dangerous vibe. It started with『I’m worried Souta might’ve done something awful to Alice...』, then went on to things like『If something painful happened, I’ll help you forget everything』,『If Souta hurt Alice, I’ll take revenge no matter what it takes』, and even『If you ever feel like killing someone, just let me know』... Wait, why is she using formal language!? That’s terrifying!?
My phone had been on silent mode, so I didn’t notice, but it looked like I had missed a few calls too.
The last message said,『If we don’t hear from you in ten minutes, Yuna and I are coming to check on you』—and it had arrived five minutes ago... That was close.
I quickly typed out『I’m fine, so don’t worry』and sent it.
If we had gone for another round, they might’ve burst in during the middle of it. Just imagining what could’ve happened gives me chills. Like, maybe with a kitchen knife in hand... no, no way. No way... right?
While I was sitting there, trembling at the thought, completely unaware of any of this, Souta handed me one of the two bottles of Coke he brought over.
『Here, this one was in the fridge』
『Mm... thanks』
...This room really is absurdly well-stocked with everything.
I sat up to take the bottle from him, feeling a bit conflicted.
『—！』
And then, my muscles screamed, and a silent cry escaped my lips.
“Are you okay?”
Souta looked at me with concern.
He had that detached expression like it wasn’t his problem, but really, it’s all your fault.
…Honestly, it pissed me off a little.
“Do you really think I’m okay? After everything you did, going wild like that?”
I said with an exaggerated, resentful tone.
“I’m sorry…”
Immediately, Souta’s face changed color, and he apologized with genuine remorse.
Seeing him like that eased my irritation somewhat, so I decided to stop teasing him any further.
“Just kidding. My body’s fine—though it still hurts a bit.”
I said, grinning a little.
“Oh, okay.”
Souta showed a look of deep relief.
I thanked him again and took the Coke.
Before I knew it, I realized how thirsty I was. The ice-cold soda felt so refreshing.
My body cooled down nicely, and finally, I was able to take a proper breath.
Souta also threw himself down on the bed.
Half-naked—just his trunks on below—the sight of Souta’s body was something I used to be so familiar with.
And yet, somehow it felt unfamiliar now. His back seemed so big... well, actually, it was bigger compared to mine at this point.
“Still, it looks like we made Yuna and Hisui pretty worried.”
“Ah… yeah.”
Souta completely forgot about the two of them, his face troubled as he tried to think up an excuse.
Well, he’d better come up with a good one… I might even help cover for him a little.
“By the way, looks like I got some messages too…”
Souta casually reached toward the headboard and picked up his phone, the screen flashing with notifications.
“—Eek!?”
The moment he opened it, Souta let out a scream.
Curious, I pressed close against his back to see what was on the screen.
It was a message from Hisui.
Out of curiosity, I flicked through Souta’s messages with my finger—and immediately regretted it.
What started as complaints and snide remarks about Souta gradually turned into bitter curses, and by the end, the messages read like actual hexes. The text alone radiated a wicked aura.
…Those missed calls followed by “CALL ME” in all caps? Seriously terrifying.
If the messages sent to me were like mild curry, then the ones sent to Souta were like a five-spice “Gokara” from an Indian curry shop downtown—blazing hot.
For reference, even I almost gave up on a level three-spice “Sankara.” And I used to be pretty good with spicy food when I was still me.
“S-Souta’s not at fault! You know, you asked me to do this… It’s okay. I’ll explain everything properly to the two of them.”
I said, desperately trying to smooth things over.
Only then did Souta snap back to his senses.
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