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Meanwhile, in the bedroom of the apartment next door, Yukina slowly lowered her phone, her teeth gently biting down on her lower lip as she wrestled with herself.
There was no doubt about it—the cheerful invitation Nagisa had just given her over the phone had to be a complete lie.
From the moment Yukina had placed the laundry into the washing machine until now, she'd only briefly left her room once to hang up the laundry. For practically the entire time, she'd clearly heard every single thing happening in Nagisa's apartment.
As for Nagisa supposedly having prepared a lavish lunch during the brief minutes she'd stepped away… anyone with even the most basic knowledge of cooking would immediately call that nonsense.
She might not cook often, but she wasn't completely clueless.
Even ordering from a modern restaurant using pre-made dishes would still take at least ten minutes. Preparing an entire meal from scratch within just two or three minutes?
Impossible.
Since that clearly wasn't plausible, there was only one possible explanation left… or rather, maybe two.
First, Nagisa and Bokue might've found out what she'd been secretly doing the past two days—and now they planned to confront her directly.
Although that might have been her own guilty conscience speaking, Yukina couldn't completely dismiss it. Still, she felt the likelihood of that was minimal—each time, she'd carefully checked Bokue's condition beforehand, confirming he was genuinely asleep before doing anything. She was absolutely sure of that.
That left the second possibility—
That Bokue and Nagisa were no longer satisfied with keeping things just between themselves and now wanted to include her too.
"Ah…"
The moment this thought crossed her mind, even Yukina herself felt startled.
Three days ago, she wouldn't have imagined even considering something so bold.
But after two consecutive days of Bokue's intimate attention, there was simply no going back to the naive innocence she'd had before. The tiny balls of crumpled tissue filling the wastebasket next to her bed served as undeniable proof of her new reality.
So if that really was the case…
Gulp.
With a quiet swallow, Yukina hesitated only a moment longer before rising from her bed, determination rising within her. She walked decisively out of her room and headed next door.
Ten seconds later, Nagisa's apartment door opened quietly, and Yukina stepped inside.
As expected, there wasn't a single hint of lunch being prepared anywhere in sight. The open kitchen was perfectly tidy, every knife and spatula hanging untouched, unused. The only thing saturating the air was the lingering scent of their intense activity—a scent Yukina had become intimately familiar with these past two days.
After all, each morning her first task had been a thorough shower, and curiosity had once driven her to carefully sample the source of that scent herself. This, however, was far more intense, practically filling every breath.
Seriously, just how intensely had those two gone at it…?
Tentatively, she called out softly into the silent apartment:
"Nagisa…? Bokue-senpai? Are you guys here?"
"Y-Yukina… we're over here…!"
A slightly strained voice called out from the bedroom, intentionally suppressed but unable to completely hide its wavering excitement. The door opened just a crack, and Nagisa's trembling hand emerged, gesturing eagerly for Yukina to come closer.
"Nagisa…?"
Though Yukina realized exactly what must be happening the moment she saw that shaky hand, she still swallowed nervously and stepped forward, heart racing.
As expected, the closer she got, the clearer those passionate sounds became.
When she finally reached the door, her hand reached out hesitantly, lightly touching the handle.
But before Yukina could even make up her mind, Nagisa's hand shot out, grabbing Yukina's wrist and pulling her straight inside.
A heartbeat later, the door clicked shut firmly behind her—locked.
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What exactly happened next behind that closed door remained a mystery. But when the bedroom door finally opened again, it was already nearing evening.
With windows opened wide to air out the apartment, the sounds of running water echoed softly from the spacious bathroom.
Since Nagisa had lived here for years, the bathroom had been luxuriously outfitted with both a large bathtub and a tiled washing area like you'd find in a public bathhouse. Perfectly convenient for a girl with long hair to comfortably sit down and thoroughly clean herself without hassle.
At the moment, Nagisa herself was soaking leisurely in the tub, her chin resting gently on the rim, head tilted curiously as she watched Bokue and Yukina nearby at the washing area—currently locked in a rather intimate cleansing session.
Nagisa stayed quiet.
Bokue was quiet.
Yukina was utterly quiet.
Right now, Yukina sat silently astride Bokue's lap, face-to-face. Her head lowered shyly, she allowed him to hold her gently by the waist with one hand, while the other held the showerhead, carefully rinsing every inch of her flushed skin. Warm water cascaded gently down her body in rhythmic rivulets.
"Hehe~ You know, Yukina-chan, I really never expected you to be this kind of girl!"
Finally breaking the silence, Nagisa's playful voice teased gently from the bathtub.
"I originally thought a serious, composed girl like you would be resistant—like you'd definitely need a lot of coaxing and reassurance first. But who knew you'd melt so quickly the moment Big Bro touched you? And when you started moaning… oh my~!"
"N-Nagisa! Please… don't talk about that…"
A tiny, embarrassed voice murmured from beneath Yukina's damp, black bangs. She looked like a soap-opera heroine caught in a rainstorm, her head down, face hidden by soaked hair, utterly mortified.
But honestly, it wasn't her fault. Her head had been fuzzy all morning, first from spending most of the night "recharging her mana" directly with Bokue.
Then, after breakfast, she'd spent a considerable amount of time listening to Nagisa and Bokue through the wall, finally succumbing herself and practicing Brazilian "self-defense" techniques alone.
So when Nagisa called, Yukina hadn't hesitated nearly as long as she should've, despite knowing full well something was up.
Now, finally having finished everything and rinsed off with warm water, she was slowly calming down again. As her rational mind returned, Yukina struggled to reconcile how she'd gone from a calm, composed Sword Shaman into this utterly shameful, pleasure-driven version of herself.
Could she even face her teachers anymore…?
She almost voiced this thought aloud. But another wave of sweet pleasure rose within her, causing her to swallow those words and quickly forget them altogether.
"Heehee~ Fine, fine. I won't tease anymore."
Nagisa giggled knowingly, gracefully shifting to a lighter topic.
"Anyway, it's getting pretty late now. After we're done washing up here, Yukina-chan and I should probably go put on our banquet dresses soon, right?"
Bokue glanced at her doubtfully.
"Right now? Isn't it still a bit early?"
He remembered clearly that the invitation had listed the banquet as starting at seven. It was barely past four in the afternoon. Dressing formally this early seemed rather excessive.
Fancy dresses and suits weren't exactly comfy casual wear, after all.
"Don't worry about it! Better safe than sorry~!"
Nagisa stuck out her tongue cutely, eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Besides, maybe once you see Yukina-chan and me all dressed up pretty in our formal gowns, you'll find us irresistible and decide we need another quick 'snack' before we head out~?"
Bokue: "…"
Could you please NOT say something like that with such a pure and innocent smile??
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