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Meanwhile in the bathroom, the pitter-patter of water echoed through the not-so-spacious interior.
Sayaka Kirasaka stood with one hand braced against the wall, face flushed crimson, chest heaving as she took small, careful breaths. She let the warm water cascade down, plastering her long hair to her shoulders, looking thoroughly disheveled.
"Stupid Bokue..."
"Pervert Bokue..."
The War Dancer muttered under her breath, barely above a whisper.
Not that anyone could blame her.
For a pure maiden who'd not only never been intimate with anyone but actively avoided contact with the opposite sex her entire life, nearly two hours of continuous peak experiences had left her completely exhausted—both physically and mentally.
The whole thing had been ridiculously coincidental too.
Sayaka vaguely remembered how someone had initially just been practicing parallel parking outside, going back and forth repeatedly. But gradually, as if being controlled, she'd found herself involuntarily moving along with the rhythm. Then suddenly, without warning, he'd turned the wheel and crashed straight through.
After that, it became completely unstoppable. And by the end, everything had just... gulp!
Recalling those moments, the War Dancer girl couldn't help biting her lower lip, her free hand gently pressing against her still-flat abdomen.
Though nothing showed externally, only she knew the truth.
That scorching, filling sensation.
Look, just because she had androphobia didn't mean she was some naive little girl who didn't understand these things, okay?
If anything, her fear of men meant she understood male behavior better than most.
Having all of that just... surge inside like that—that's how women get pregnant!
If she really did end up pregnant... wait, what would be a good name for the baby?
No no no, this wasn't the time for such thoughts!
Suddenly realizing her mind had wandered completely off-track, Sayaka shook her head frantically, trying to fling the excess thoughts from her brain.
The real issue was how she should face Bokue Keikain going forward.
Should she pretend nothing happened? Or come clean about everything?
And most importantly—what exactly did she feel toward Bokue?
Hard to say, but definitely not dislike. Zero aversion. Maybe even... liked him a little?
If someone had asked yesterday, Sayaka would never have admitted any of this. But after half a day plus a full night together on this deserted island, she had to acknowledge she'd changed.
At the very least, if she truly felt nothing for Bokue, seeing him embracing Princess La Folia wouldn't have driven her to separate them.
So what should she do now...
Looking down at her fingers, wrinkled from the continuous water exposure, Sayaka sighed softly with complicated emotions. Feeling the temperature on her cheeks finally dropping somewhat, she turned off the shower.
Bracing against the wall, she turned and grabbed a fresh towel from the rack, wrapping it around herself. After shaking the water droplets from her feet, she exited the shower stall, crossed the bathroom, and reached for the door.
Click—
The handle turned down. As Sayaka appeared in the bathroom doorway looking out at the bedroom, the other two were still on the bed. They seemed to have awakened while she showered—one lying down, one propped up, chatting back and forth.
Sayaka: "..."
Acting all intimate like that!
All her previous doubts and confusion evaporated instantly. Seeing this scene, the War Dancer girl felt only a sour taste rising in her heart. Suddenly forgetting all about her weak legs and sore waist, she stomped across the floor leaving wet footprints, marching to the bedside where she cleared her throat loudly.
"Princess La Folia, you're awake, I see."
"Hmm? Of course~"
The silver-haired princess, still chatting with the young man beside her, turned her head with a puzzled tilt.
"I've been awake for a while now, just talking with Bokue."
"I see. Then could Your Highness please get out of bed?"
"Eh? Why?"
"Because it's getting late. Time to get up."
Sayaka emphasized the words "get up" particularly heavily.
Without question, for royalty like La Folia who'd received elite education from childhood, not only was staying up all night forbidden—sleeping in was absolutely prohibited.
"Oh, that makes sense. Let's get up then."
Agreeing without hesitation, La Folia threw off the covers to climb out of bed.
But she'd clearly forgotten one crucial detail—she was currently completely naked. The towel wrapped around her before bed had long since been displaced during their night of embracing, now lying on the floor beside the bed.
If she threw off the covers now, obviously she'd—
"Wait, Your Highness, please—!"
"Hmm?"
"Hey..."
Within one second, all three voices rang out in succession.
First La Folia froze mid-motion at Sayaka's shout. Then Sayaka yanked the covers forcefully, trying to wrap them around La Folia. Meanwhile, from the inner side of the bed, Bokue—realizing what a certain War Dancer was attempting—also tried to voice a warning.
But the covers were pulled away regardless.
As the bedding transformed into a cloak enveloping the silver-haired princess, Bokue—who'd been relying on those covers for concealment—lost his last shield.
The young man's well-defined muscular form lay exposed to the air, along with his proudly raised battle standard.
"Kyaa!"
"Wow..."
Sayaka and La Folia's exclamations rang out in sequence.
One was embarrassed shock, the other surprised curiosity.
Bokue silently covered his face.
This was Kuroka's fault—always stripping his clothes while he slept. By now, Bokue had gotten so used to sleeping naked that even if he wore clothes to bed, he'd find them automatically removed by morning.
Worse, he'd only realized this the instant the covers were yanked away. Too late by then.
"Y-Your Highness, please don't look! You'll get sties!"
Face burning crimson, Sayaka's first instinct was to cover La Folia's eyes, meeting fierce resistance from the silver-haired princess.
"No, just let me look a little, let me see..."
"Absolutely not!"
One trying to cover eyes, the other fiercely resisting.
During their struggle, La Folia lost her balance and tumbled from the bed, covers and all, dragging down Sayaka alongside her.
A tremendous thud echoed through the room, the floor itself seeming to tremble slightly.
"Ow ow ow..."
"Sorry, sorry! Are you alright, Sayaka?"
"I'm... probably fine. Just got my stomach squashed a bit. Anyway, Your Highness, please go to the bathroom and change. Last night's laundry should be dry by now."
Without wasting more words, Sayaka scrambled up at top speed, helped the fallen princess to her feet, and unceremoniously shoved her toward the bathroom.
Then slammed the door behind her.
Really now...
Watching this scene play out like some fast-forwarded comedy sketch, Bokue pressed his palm to his forehead once more.
Whatever. Time to get up anyway.
With that thought, the young man shifted to the bedside.
But just as Bokue was about to step down from the bed, he inadvertently glimpsed a small puddle of cloudy white liquid on the floor below.
Hmm? That looked familiar...
Could it be...
Hiss~
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