Hikigaya was forcibly dragged into a hotel by Horikita.
The room was dimly lit, laced with a soft, ambiguous atmosphere.
After all, it was a "couples' suite"—decorated with romance in mind. A large round bed sat in the center, its pale pink sheets glowing softly under the ambient light. Even the air carried a subtle, fragrant scent.
With a click, the door was locked. Horikita pulled Hikigaya forward and gave him a gentle shove—he landed squarely on the circular bed.
Before he could react, he found himself obediently sitting on the edge.
Horikita stood in front of him. From his seated angle, Hikigaya's line of sight was level with her stomach. A slight tilt of his head would reveal… proportions far more dramatic than his girlfriend's.
He quickly averted his eyes. He didn't dare look any further.
"You… can start now," Horikita said, urging him on.
"…"
Hold on.
Nee-san, I was pretending to be a perv back there! You were supposed to smack me or walk away in disgust. Why did you actually bring me to a hotel?!
Is it because you know I wouldn't dare push any further?
Taking a deep breath, Hikigaya risked another glance at Horikita's figure.
Fine. If she's going to keep playing along… maybe it's time to turn things up and scare her off?
"Horikita-san," Hikigaya said solemnly, "don't come crying later. I might do some really… questionable things. Like slapping… or worse."
"Excuse me?! Are you a creep?!"
"I'm a guy. We're all like this."
"You—!"
Okay, seriously. Just let me bail already!
"S-Suit yourself then," Horikita said with a red face, hugging her chest. "Let's see just how twisted you can be… with me…"
"…Huh?"
Hikigaya froze.
This wasn't right. Horikita was supposed to be the serious, no-nonsense type. Why was she going along with everything he said?
Could it be… she's actually…
"Hikigaya, take it off."
She bit her lip, her tone laced with both nervousness and resolve.
"Eh? Take… off…?"
"We're already this far. Don't act clueless now. You probably just want to grope my chest and roll around on the bed, right? Fine. I'll let you."
"Wait, what—?"
You don't look reluctant at all! If anything, you seem kind of… into it?
"Horikita-san…"
Hikigaya tried to stay calm.
"I need to remind you… last time, it was your first, so I went easy. But this time's different. I might do something really extreme. Don't come crying to me after, got it?"
"Hah! We'll see who ends up crying!"
Horikita scoffed. "I want to see what you'll do! Hurry up and undress me already. Or should I do it for you?"
"?"
Hikigaya was speechless.
What the heck is going on?!
No, this whole "bad boy" act isn't working at all.
At least… not on this completely out-of-character Horikita!
"Why are you just sitting there? You want me to take the lead?"
"Y-Yeah! I dare you to!"
"You—!"
Horikita's frustration boiled over, but she still grit her teeth and said, "Fine. I will take the lead!"
No way. Seriously?
Horikita, you're the high-and-mighty student council president of Advanced Nurturing High School! Since when do you just go along with everything I say?
Push back a little!
"Mmff…"
Hikigaya wanted to dodge, but Horikita was far too quick. In an instant, she sealed his lips with hers. They kissed.
Of course, from Hikigaya's perspective, he was completely passive.
Girl strength… truly a mystery of nature.
"Hikigaya… lie down."
Horikita broke the kiss and gazed at him, her eyes tender, still catching her breath.
Yukinoshita…
No—this wasn't Yukinoshita. But in this moment, she looked so much like her…
"H-Horikita… a-at least let me shower first."
"Shower?"
Horikita hesitated, then looked him up and down and nodded, her face slightly flushed. "Go ahead. Clean up thoroughly."
"Right…"
Hikigaya shuffled off the bed, hurrying toward the bathroom.
Nope. No way.
I need to think of a way to escape.
At this rate, whether it's Yukinoshita or—no, Horikita—this ends badly.
"Hurry it up," Horikita called from the bed.
"G-Got it…"
Left with no choice, Hikigaya began undressing, pretending to be calm as he entered the bathroom.
How do I escape this madness?
Yukinoshita… please save me.
Meanwhile, on the plush round bed, Horikita sat down. Her presence subtly distorted the soft mattress, creating a graceful arc. Her full legs pressed together tightly as she stared intently at the bathroom door.
The sound of water splashing echoed from inside.
With every splash, her heartbeat accelerated—thump, thump, thump—like a rhythm synced with her imagination.
Just the thought of Hikigaya inside the shower made her heart race uncontrollably.
She almost couldn't stop herself from barging in right now…
Biting her lip, Horikita suddenly stood and walked toward the bathroom.
Creak—the door opened slightly.
"H-Horikita?!"
Like a panicked little lamb, Hikigaya cried out in alarm.
That tremble in his voice triggered a powerful surge of possessiveness in Horikita.
"I… I'll help you wash," she said bashfully.
Stepping inside, she began undressing, tossing her clothes onto the pile of Hikigaya's.
"W-Wait, wash—?!"
"Hikigaya, I'm coming in."
Wrapped in a towel, Horikita approached the glass door of the shower.
The bathroom had a dry-wet separation. To enter, she had to push the door open.
"Hold on! I can manage on my own! There's no need—!"
"Your girlfriend can't do this for you, but I can. Now open up."
Horikita reached for the door handle.
"She can… I mean, that's not—!"
"Whatever she can't do, I can. Now let go!"
Horikita tugged at the door. Hikigaya resisted from the other side.
"Horikita, seriously, there's no need—!"
"If you won't open it, I'll just force it open!"
"You—!"
When a woman unleashes her primal strength, it's absolutely terrifying. Even Hikigaya couldn't hold her back.
After several minutes of struggle and a slippery misstep—
Thud! Hikigaya fell.
The door was flung open.
Horikita stepped inside.
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Meanwhile, downstairs…
In the hotel café, Yukinoshita sipped her coffee, wearing a pair of observation glasses.
She murmured bitterly to herself:
"…Go get him, Horikita."