Though it was already past midnight, a female staff was on her way to deliver a meal to one of the private rooms on the ninth floor of the hotel.
The amount of food—particularly the meat—made her assume it was likely for two people, maybe even three, considering it could be a midnight snack.
Given that the order was for a private room reserved for such occasions, it wasn't impossible that the guests were in the middle of some intimate activity and were now taking a break to eat.
With the odd number, she imagined it might be a threesome—two girls and one lucky guy. Or better yet, from her more thrilling point of view, two guys and one hopelessly overwhelmed girl.
Regardless, even if it were just a couple, if the guy were attractive enough by her standards, she wouldn't mind joining them—if she were invited, of course.
And naturally, at the right price.
Though not explicitly listed among the hotel's services, there was a popular rumor that this hotel—or rather, its staff—offered such arrangements.
In terms of appearance—both body figure and facial features—she was confident she stood out from the rest of her peers.
In fact, she had already provided such services multiple times and had even received offers for actual relationships from some of her regular clients.
Tonight, her woman's intuition was telling her that she was about to encounter someone who could fulfill her growing arousal.
And she was at least half right.
Because the moment the private room door opened in response to her call through the intercom, a guy—no, a man—or in her own words, a predator ready to devour his prey—appeared before her.
He was definitely younger than her, probably in his early twenties or even his late teens, she guessed.
But his mature and irresistibly attractive appearance could charm any woman. His muscular build, well-defined chest, and six-pack abs peeked out from his loosely tied bathrobe, looking as though they could pin a girl to bed with ease. And the noticeable bulge beneath that robe—his obviously enormous manhood—was enough to drive her insane with anticipation.
She could already feel her body heating up in excitement, her lower half getting wet in anticipation.
"Thank you for bringing the food."
The moment he spoke, his deep, soft voice made her body tremble instinctively, nearly causing her to drop the tray.
Thankfully, the man stepped forward quickly—leaving his room—to catch the tilting tray.
The short distance between them allowed the female staff to catch a whiff of his natural masculine scent, a smell that was slowly clouding her sense of reason.
But all of that was nothing compared to what happened next.
With his sudden movement, the loosely tied bathrobe finally came undone, revealing his enormous rod for her eyes to feast upon.
She wanted him. She wanted him to ravish her, to make her scream in ecstasy, to beg for him to stop. She wanted to be his prey, devoured without mercy, used solely for his satisfaction, like she was being rape—
But just as her fantasy reached its peak, a pair of arms wrapped around the man's waist, closing the bathrobe and hiding his manhood.
A girl—no, a woman—wearing a matching bathrobe, appeared behind the man. Or in the female staff's words, a witch who could lure any man with her goddess-like beauty.
"I'm sorry for my pervert boyfriend."
With that single line, delivered with a deceptively innocent smile, the witch shattered the female staff's fantasy. Then, she pulled the man of her dreams back into the witch's nest and closed the door behind them.
—"Fuck!"—
As the frustrated scream echoed in the hallway, Jess was headlocking Jeff inside their private room.
"What? Are you a pervert flasher now?" Jess said with full intent to choke him out.
"It... was... an accident... Jess…" Jeff gasped, struggling to breathe while still holding onto the tray of food.
Dragging the half-unconscious Jeff with one hand while balancing the tray with the other, Jess guided him to the couch, where they were supposed to finally have their late-night meal.
After everything they had done together from late afternoon to midnight, they hadn't had dinner. Or rather, they had simply forgotten.
Once they started eating—mostly Jess, who left just enough for Jeff to curb his hunger—the two of them now rested on the couch. They sat side by side, Jess leaning her head on Jeff's chest while his left arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
The silence between them was oddly comforting, especially considering that just hours earlier, their room had echoed with nothing but erotic moans and wet slapping.
That realization made them both feel a little awkward.
To break the silence, Jeff spoke up.
"Jess... Did you just promote me from 'You're mine and mine alone' to 'my perverted boyfriend'?"
"Do you want me to choke you for real this time, idiot?"
Though her words were harsh, Jeff noticed Jess blushing—perhaps from embarrassment.
He wasn't sure if it was jealousy or possessiveness, but either way, it confirmed she meant it when she said he was hers and hers alone.
It complicated things, especially with what Jeff had planned involving the other girls he cared about—from both his past timeline and this one. Particularly his senpai, Nubia, and his kohai, Veena.
Regardless, he would cross—and burn—that bridge when he got there.
For now, he had something he needed to complete. Even if it wasn't a quest from the Returner Fantasy System.
"Let's see... Aside from being your Childhood Friend with Benefits, your Fake Twin x Legal Incest, and Best Friend in Bed... I'm also your Convenient Boyfriend whenever you want and need me?"
"You got a problem with that, perv?" Jess replied with a glare, daring him to say yes.
As if Jeff would ever dare.
"My only problem is, I want us to be more than that, Jess."
With those words, Jeff pulled her into a kiss. As he expected, Jess swiftly turned his simple kiss into a passionate, intimate one.
But just as their lips locked and their tongues intertwined, Jess suddenly broke the kiss.
She had felt something slip onto her ring finger.
Looking at her left hand, she was stunned to see a luxurious white platinum ring with a radiant diamond.
One glance was enough for her to know it was expensive—but that wasn't why she was stunned.
Jeff gently gave her another kiss and said a few words of apology—and proposal.
"I'm sorry your engagement ring came a bit late compared to my proposal."
Overwhelmed with swirling emotions—happiness, embarrassment, confusion, panic, excitement—and tears welling in her eyes, Jess resorted to her violent instinct, punching Jeff's chest with weak fists while yelling:
"Idiot... moron... dimwit... doofus... pervert..."
Trying to calm her down, Jeff pulled her into a tight embrace.
Then Jess finally broke down, crying into his chest, unable to contain how happy she felt to receive an engagement ring—from Jeff himself.
"Sob... you idiot... sob..." Jess whispered, hiding the fact that if Jeff had given her an actual ring—rather than the one lent by her mother—when he proposed on the night of her 20th birthday, she might have said yes.
After a while, Jess composed herself and slipped back into her usual tsundere mode.
"Couldn't you have picked a better time to give me this ring and make it more special?" she muttered, still embarrassed by her earlier outburst.
"I doubt there'll be a more special event than the night of your 20th birthday, Jess."
She silently agreed. If there was, they'd have to wait a whole year for her 21st birthday—and she'd rather have the ring now than wait.
However—
"There is something we could do to make this time especially memorable... Well, I guess we already did, but we could do more, right, Jess?"
His words—and the fact that Jeff pushed her down onto the couch—made it clear what he meant.
And Jess couldn't agree more.
"Then, until morning comes... you can do whatever you want with me, Jeff."