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That night, Sayaka Kirasaka slept deeper than she had in years.
When the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, painting the bedroom in hazy morning light, Sayaka's internal clock gently coaxed her awake.
As a War Dancer of the Lion King Organization, she'd never developed the bad habit of sleeping in. Even on rest days without missions, she maintained her early training regimen religiously. Unless Yukina specifically invited her somewhere, nothing disrupted her disciplined routine.
But this time, as consciousness returned, the sensation beneath her wasn't the rock-hard single bed from the Lion King Organization dormitory. The air no longer carried that faint woody scent of furniture and floorboards.
Wait... oh right, this was the island villa...
After a brief mental reboot, her rationality restored, Sayaka finally remembered yesterday's events.
From arriving on the island to rescue Princess La Folia, to the failed search forcing them to stay overnight, to accidentally encountering the princess while bathing outside, meeting Bokue Keikain, bringing them back to the villa, and so on.
And most importantly—last night she'd shared a room with Bokue, and they'd slept... holding each other!
The memory of her own actions sent heat rushing to Sayaka's face. She desperately wanted to cover her burning cheeks and find the nearest hole to crawl into.
She'd always warned Yukina never to go out alone with males, especially to places like movie theaters or haunted houses.
Men typically used these dimly lit environments as excuses to hold hands or attempt even bolder moves. The principle was simple—in darkness, people's boundaries lowered because of the "no one can see" mentality. Once that lowered standard went unchecked, it became dangerously easy to be taken advantage of.
This wisdom came from Sayaka's own reverse-engineering of "Dating and Pickup Guides" to understand and counter male tactics.
She'd drilled these warnings into Yukina repeatedly, yet last night she'd violated this very rule herself.
How could she ever face Yukina again? Sob sob...
But wait—hold up!
Though still buried under the covers with her face hidden, a lightning bolt of realization struck Sayaka's mind.
If memory served, she'd definitely fallen asleep in Bokue's arms last night.
So why didn't she feel any embrace now that morning had come?
Something was definitely wrong here!
Sensing the discrepancy, Sayaka decisively threw off the covers and sat up.
When she looked to the side—ignoring how her towel loosened and slipped—she witnessed a scene that made her want to draw her bow, activate its super transformation mode to assemble the greatsword, and cleave downward with righteous fury.
There on the other half of the bed, Bokue lay peacefully embraced with another silver-haired girl.
Th-th-that... wasn't that Princess La Folia?
From sheer shock, Sayaka could only manage a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, her sleep-mussed hair sticking up perfectly expressing her current emotional state.
What the hell??
Princess La Folia had been sleeping in the other bed last night—how did she end up here after one night's sleep?
And embracing that bastard Bokue!
Worse still, from their prolonged embrace, even unconscious movements had taken their toll. The towel originally wrapped around the silver-haired princess had completely fallen away, now lying on the floor between the beds, silently telling its tale.
In other words, these two were undoubtedly pressed skin-to-skin right now.
"Such shamelessness..."
The War Dancer's face flushed crimson as she clenched her fists, practically trembling with indignation.
Yet what frustrated her more was that she couldn't actually swing her sword down. After all, Princess La Folia was her protection target on this mission. As a War Dancer of the Lion King Organization openly attacking her charge—regardless of consequences, she simply couldn't do it.
But she couldn't let these two continue embracing either. They had to be separated immediately!
With this thought, Sayaka tentatively leaned over and gently tugged at the young man's arm, trying to separate them step by careful step.
Perhaps because they were still deep in sleep, the separation met surprisingly little resistance—easier than expected, actually.
Emboldened, Sayaka increased her efforts. First freeing the arm draped on top, letting him return to a flat position, then figuring out how to extract the other arm...
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Plans were always beautiful in theory, but execution was another matter entirely.
Just as Sayaka had returned the young man to lying flat on his back, Bokue—apparently finding side-sleeping more comfortable—automatically rolled over, extracting his other arm from beneath La Folia's neck.
This should have been good news, but the next second, that freshly freed arm followed its natural rolling trajectory and landed squarely on Sayaka's shoulder.
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The instant skin contact made the War Dancer girl, still unaccustomed to such intimacy, tremble slightly.
Before she could react, Bokue's other arm followed suit, pulling her straight back into the covers.
Oof~
Cheek meeting pillow again, her perspective instantly shifting from vertical to horizontal, Sayaka blinked somewhat belatedly.
How to put it? Though the process had been strange, at least her initial goal was accomplished.
This counted as a good result, right?
Just as Sayaka was thinking this, Bokue behind her suddenly lowered his head slightly, burying his face in her neck just like last night, taking a long, deep breath.
The young man's breath instantly invaded her senses, making the unprepared Sayaka shiver as burning heat rapidly colored her cheeks, her toes curling tight.
I-idiot! How can you suddenly just...
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