Chapter 151: Sleepover
April 9th — Week 0, Day 4
"Mm…"
An unfamiliar ceiling drifted into view. Sunlight streamed in through the window—it was already well past morning.
Uh… what was I doing again…?
I tried to sit up to check my surroundings—
"Oww…!"
Pain shot through my entire body, and I flopped right back onto the bed.
Giving up on sitting up, I focused on piecing my memory back together.
This is… the apartment Dad let me use. Yesterday, Souta asked if we could stay here for the night.
It wasn’t my first time having a sleepover with Souta. Before I ended up in this body, we’d stay over at each other’s houses maybe once a month.
But back then, and now—what it meant to "have a sleepover" was completely different. After sending Mom a message to ask for permission, I couldn't relax until she left me on read and actually replied.
When she gave her okay without much questioning, I was genuinely relieved.
And so, I spent the night here.
Honestly, having a sleepover in this place—free from parental supervision—was pretty fun. It had been a while since I’d spent this much time with Souta.
We played mobile PvP games, and since we both had our own decks, we played some matches in Wiso. For dinner, Souta brought takeout beef bowls.
...Well, okay. We spent most of the time having sex.
Right now, I was lying completely naked under just the bedsheet.
At some point after yet another round, I must’ve completely passed out.
Turning my head to the side, I saw Souta fast asleep, mouth wide open, snoring away.
"Man… he looks so content."
I guess after going at it as much as he did, he must be satisfied.
I tried to recall the fuzzy memories of last night.
—Still, though…
"...It stinks."
The whole room reeked. A cloying, sour, kind of fishy smell filled the air—an unhealthy mix of bodily fluids that had evaporated and mingled.
I slowly sat up, and instantly grimaced from the discomfort. My whole body felt sticky and gross.
"...I need a shower."
Dragging my heavy, sluggish body, I started to move. The aching muscles in every joint gradually sharpened my awareness.
The moment I swung my legs over the bed and took a step toward the bathroom, I felt a wet sensation oozing from down below—
"—!"
Startled, I instinctively pressed my hand there. It felt unpleasantly sticky and viscous. On the verge of tears, I waddled to the unit bath with my knees pressed together.
"Ugh, stupid Souta…"
I grumbled, glaring bitterly at the blissfully snoozing idiot. I knew I was just taking it out on him, but still.
Once in the unit bath, I sat down on the toilet.
I cleaned myself off, and since the urge came, I went ahead and peed.
After that, I moved into the tub and started the shower.
Closing the curtain, I grabbed the showerhead, twisted the blue and red knobs to adjust the water temperature.
"...This is such a hassle."
Once it felt right, I put the showerhead back and let the warm water wash over me.
After rinsing off for a bit, I washed my hair and body, then decided to fill the tub and soak for a while.
It’s my day off, and I don’t have any plans, so I might as well take it easy.
"Haaah…"
Lying back in the tub, I let out a relaxed sigh.
Finally, both my mind and body had settled down, and I felt like I could breathe again.
"Last night was... intense."
Half-submerged in the water, I thought back on everything.
Souta had taken some sort of stamina booster supplement and had apparently been abstaining for a while, so when it finally happened, he pounced like a starving beast. He barely held back, acting purely on instinct as he came at me.
Since I’d been on my period and it had been a few days, I was a little scared at first.
But the way Souta so desperately wanted me—it was kind of over-the-top and almost comical. He reminded me of a big kid, and that thought helped me relax a little.
And when I said “wait a second,” he actually stopped and waited for me...
At some point, his big hand had found mine and laced our fingers together. When I squeezed back, I realized how much that calmed me down.
"Still though…"
I really think Souta needs to learn how to handle girls a little more gently.
The way he holds me is more than just a bit rough. If I didn’t have healing magic, my body would probably be in pretty bad shape right now.
I’m fine with it personally, but I worry about whoever Souta ends up dating in the future. I kind of feel a little responsible… Maybe I should talk to Yuna about it?
While soaking in the tub, thinking about all that, the bathroom door suddenly banged with a loud knock. Caught off guard, I flinched.
"Alice, please! Open up!"
It was Souta’s urgent voice from outside.
"W-Wait! I’m in the bath right now—"
"I can’t!! I’m seriously about to piss myself!!"
"W-What!?"
There was no choice.
I covered my chest with one arm and unlocked the bathroom door. Souta burst in completely naked.
He planted himself in front of the toilet, grabbed his half-erect thing, aimed carefully, and finally let go.
"Fuuuhh…"
The stream arced gracefully from the tip, splashing into the bowl with a trickling sound.
Sitting back down in the tub, I now had a front-row seat to the entire scene.
The sharp smell of ammonia began to drift through the cramped space.
Eventually, the stream weakened, then stopped altogether.
Souta gave a little shake to flick off the last drops, then flushed the toilet with a twist of the handle.
I thought he’d leave right after finishing, but for some reason, he just stood there, looking at me.
"…Don’t stare like that."
Maybe he was just now realizing how awkward this was. Though he wasn’t making any effort to cover himself, so who knows.
"It’s just… kinda nostalgic, I guess."
There’s nothing unusual about seeing Souta pee. We used to pee side-by-side all the time—it was completely normal.
But now, I can’t do that anymore.
Peeing doesn’t make my butt dirty or anything now, and it’s more convenient in a way… but I kind of envy how easy it is for him.
"Yeah… I guess that makes sense."
But… why did Souta look just a little disappointed?
"...Wait, don’t tell me—you thought I was looking at you with pervy intentions?"
"Uh, well, I mean…"
Bingo.
Why the hell would I be eyeing that thing like I was desperate or something?
"Sigh... You’ve been reading way too many dirty manga."
This might be a serious problem that needs correcting.
While I was genuinely worrying about Souta's wellbeing, I noticed that part of him slowly starting to rise in my peripheral vision—
"...Why is it getting hard?"
"Well, I mean… when you stare like that, you know… it kinda happens."
No, I don’t know, you idiot.
Then Souta, as if trying to show off, turned toward me—his now fully awake “thing” sprang up right in front of my face.
"Hey! Don’t point that thing at me! That’s gross!"
I scrambled to the back of the tub in a panic.
Souta pouted at my reaction.
"That kinda hurts, you know."
"Well, you haven’t even washed it. I could smell it from over here."
If I had to say, that’s probably the smelliest part of him.
Look, I can understand that some people get turned on by sniffing dirty stuff or making others do it, but for me, it’s just plain nasty—and absolutely unhygienic. So no thanks.
"I-I see…"
I guess getting called out for the smell really hit him.
Souta's expression—and everything else—deflated all at once.
"I’m getting out now, so I think you should go wash up too."
"...Wanna shower together?"
"No way."
This unit bath is way too small for two people to wash up in comfortably.
Besides, it’s obvious Souta would just use that as an excuse to get handsy again.
Not that I’d mind doing stuff again, necessarily… but I just got all clean, and the last thing I want is to get all sticky again from unwashed Souta clinging to me.
Seriously, Souta really doesn’t get how girls feel…
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