"Don't do anything stupid, Isane is still outside," Arata said in a hoarse voice, but his hands didn't stop moving.
The towel slipped from his fingers and fell with a soft clap onto the wet tiles.
Rangiku looked at him drunkenly, her gray eyes glistening with moisture.
Her slender fingers had already unbuttoned Arata's collar, and her warm palms pressed against his bronze chest.
"She… she doesn't hear anything…" she mumbled, her slightly pouting red lips brushing against Arata's neck with the scent of sweet wine.
The steam in the bathroom grew thicker, wrapping their silhouettes in a misty haze.
Arata felt Rangiku's body press tightly against his, her shinigami uniform already slipping off her shoulders, revealing snow-white skin.
Although they had already joined many times over the past two months, his breath once again began to quicken uncontrollably, and his hands instinctively slid to her slender waist to support her.
"Arata…" Rangiku whispered softly, her fingers restlessly sliding downward, untying the belt around his waist.
The rustling of falling clothes was especially clear in the quiet bathroom.
Arata's rationality teetered on the edge of desire.
He knew that Isane was in the living room just beyond the wall and could hear what was happening here at any moment.
But the warmth of Rangiku's body and her sweet breath were like the deadliest temptation, making it hard to maintain self-control.
"You've had too much to drink…" Arata tried to make a final resistance, but his voice was already unusually deep, and his gaze darker.
Rangiku laughed and suddenly pushed him against the wall.
Her movements were clumsy and drunk, but oddly seductive. "No…" she murmured, rising onto her toes and kissing Arata on the lips.
The kiss was filled with the scent of wine and intense tenderness, which instantly shattered the remnants of Arata's composure.
As their lips and tongues intertwined, Arata's hand had already unconsciously removed whatever was in the way and slid across her smooth back.
Warm water droplets slid down her skin, moistening his fingertips.
Rangiku let out a satisfied sigh and pressed even closer to him.
"Shhh—"
Arata accidentally hit the shower switch, and warm water instantly gushed down from above onto their heads, soaking them to the skin.
Rangiku's golden hair was damp and stuck to her cheeks and neck. Her thin clothing was completely soaked, almost clearly outlining her seductive curves.
"See…" Rangiku whispered into Arata's ear, and her hot breath made him shudder, "even the water is rooting for us…"
Arata could no longer think. He lowered his head and once again captured her wet red lips.
Their bodies pressed tightly together under the stream of water, each rub of bare skin causing a tremble.
Rangiku ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer to her, as if she wanted to fully merge with him.
…
The sound of water masked some of the noise, but certain excited voices still inevitably reached the living room.
Isane was sitting at the dining table, almost finished drinking her sobering tea.
The muffled sounds from the bathroom had awakened her previously foggy mind. When she realized what kind of voices she was hearing, her cheeks instantly flushed.
"Mmm… Arata…"
Broken moans came through the small crack in the door, accompanied by the sound of water and gentle slaps.
Isane gripped the cup so tightly her knuckles turned white.
She should've left, should've gotten up that very moment and said goodbye.
But it was as if some strange force had nailed her to the chair, and she couldn't move.
"Ah! There…"
Rangiku's voice suddenly rose, filled with pleasure and longing.
Isane unconsciously bit her lower lip, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through her body.
She had never heard such a sound before, nor could she imagine that her usually cheerful, playful sister Rangiku could make… such seductive noises.
In the bathroom, Arata was pressing Rangiku against the wall, their bodies tightly joined under the stream of water.
Her long legs were wrapped around his waist, and her long golden hair, wet and clinging to her shoulders, swayed slightly with each breath.
"Slow down… they'll hear us…" Rangiku, breathless, whispered into Arata's ear, but her voice was full of excitement, with no real intention to stop.
"Your mouth doesn't say the same thing as your body."
Arata chuckled quietly, but only quickened the pace, making Rangiku let out a muffled cry.
Droplets of water fell, collecting in a small puddle on the floor.
In the living room, Isane sat completely flustered.
She had never had any sexual experience, but her mind instinctively understood what was happening behind the door.
Those voices had a kind of magic to them, she wanted to run, but couldn't stop listening. Her legs unconsciously pressed together, and she felt a strange emptiness.
"Ugh—!"
Rangiku's voice became faster, with a clear tremble.
Then came a stronger series of slaps and splashes, and finally, everything fell silent, leaving only the heavy breathing of two people.
Isane then realized she had been holding her breath the entire time, and she suddenly inhaled deeply.
She stood up abruptly, and the cup hit the table with a clear sound.
She clumsily began wiping the spilled tea, her heart pounding wildly.
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and a cloud of hot steam rushed out.
Arata stepped out carrying Rangiku wrapped in a towel. Rangiku's cheeks were clearly flushed, and she leaned lazily on his shoulder.
When she saw that Isane was still in the living room, she smiled with satisfaction.
"Isane-chan~" Rangiku's voice was still a little hoarse, "this late, why don't you spend the night here?"
Isane's gaze instinctively slid to Arata's bare upper body.
Droplets of water streamed down his strong chest and disappeared at the edge of the towel wrapped around his waist.
She quickly looked away, only to meet Rangiku's mischievous eyes.
"I-I'd rather… go back to the Fourth Division…" Isane stammered, her voice as thin as a mosquito's.
"Oh, there's no need!" Rangiku wriggled out of Arata's arms, stumbled a step, then managed to straighten up. "It's late, get some sleep here and go back tomorrow~"
Arata cleared his throat and awkwardly pulled the towel higher. "I'm going to change," he said quickly and almost fled the living room.
Rangiku, still wrapped only in a towel, approached Isane with a smile, revealing a large area of skin marked with ambiguous red traces.
"See, Arata's shy," she leaned into Isane's ear and lazily whispered, with a mix of alcohol and lust in her breath, "did Isane hear everything just now?"
Isane's face turned red up to her ears, and she frantically shook her head: "N-no… no! I didn't hear anything!"
Rangiku gently wrapped an arm around her shoulder: "You're lying~ it's written all over your face."
"Rangiku!" Isane was so embarrassed she wanted to sink into the ground.
Rangiku only laughed loudly in response.
…
[Fate Matsumoto Rangiku has been slightly shifted by your actions, gained 455 destiny points.]
[Fate Koutetsu Isane has been moderately shifted by your actions, gained 762 destiny points.]
Arata had just changed into his pajamas and stepped out of the bedroom when he heard the system notification.
He froze for a moment, then realized, it seemed what he had just done with Rangiku had left a significant mark on Isane, who was on the other side of the door.
When he returned to the living room, Rangiku had already managed to convince Isane to stay the night.
The two women were lounging close to each other, whispering intimately like best friends who had known each other for years.
As soon as she saw Arata, Isane sat up like a startled deer, and her cheeks turned bright red again.
"I'll go prepare the empty room."
said Arata, then turned and headed toward the guest room at the end of the hallway.