"Suu... suu..."
(She's completely defenseless...)
In the quiet room, the only sound was Hisui-san's soft breathing. Inside the futon, I found myself murmuring in stunned disbelief.
I am Hachikuma Yamano, a bodyguard. This time, thanks to my junior, Misago, I somehow ended up in this situation.
"It's all happening so fast..." Hisui-san had muttered in a daze, but honestly, I felt the same way.
Not that I mind—I'm already past twenty, and at this point, sooner is better.
I was summoned for a bodyguard job, registered our marriage on the same day we met, shared a mixed bath that night, and then seamlessly ended up sleeping together. Even Grandma Yata gave me the go-ahead to make a move.
Is this a dream or something?
But even if I've been served a "prepared meal" on a silver platter, actually reaching out and taking it is another matter entirely...
They say refusing a served meal is a disgrace for a woman, but in my industry, getting invited in, going through with it, and then suddenly being accused of misconduct is all too common.
Every time such an incident happens, warnings and incident reports spread like wildfire within our circles. I've honestly had enough of it.
So yeah, even though I've been given permission, it's still terrifying.
Misago and Grandma Yata have vouched for me, but fear is fear.
The sight of Hisui-san, peacefully sleeping in the dim light before dawn, is almost too much. His defenseless expression, his slightly disheveled yukata revealing glimpses of skin—it's an unbearable temptation.
Even just the scent of his sleep and body heat is overwhelming.
Honestly, with just this, I could go at it multiple times...
If this were back when I was inexperienced, I probably wouldn't have hesitated. I might have either impulsively pounced on him or just taken care of things by myself in secret.
Maybe that's why they felt safe leaving him with me—because they knew I wouldn't act on impulse.
Legally speaking, we've already submitted the marriage papers, so we are officially husband and wife.
But even then, there's always the risk—what if he turns around and claims he never agreed to any of this?
No, it's best to wait until he wakes up and lets him make the first move.
Speaking of which, how far had we gone?
Hugs, kisses, sleeping together...
Do those count as consent?
Would Misago, Suzume, Grandma Yata, and Grandma Toki be willing to vouch for me if needed?
Maybe I could inch a little closer?
Would it be okay if I "accidentally" hugged him in my sleep?
I've been holding back, keeping just enough distance not to cross the line. But maybe... just a little closer?
Trying my best not to wake her, I slowly, carefully shifted—
"Mm..."
Hisui-san stirred. His sleep was getting lighter. I instinctively froze, shutting my eyes.
I'm asleep. I'm not doing anything.
I mentally rehearsed my innocent act, hoping it would work.
"...Hehe."
In the silence, I heard a soft chuckle.
Then, I felt movement.
Chu.
A surprise forehead kiss.
I jolted.
"Are you awake?"
"...Yes."
Busted. My self-control was as flimsy as paper.
And honestly, sneaking a forehead kiss on a sleeping person? That's unfair.
It wasn't just the act itself—it was the warmth, the affectionate gesture, the clear indication of her feelings.
I couldn't help but smile, realizing how much I had been overthinking things.
I might have even felt a little tear forming in the corner of my eye.
"You didn't catch my cold, did you? Are you feeling okay?"
He asked with concern, looking a little guilty. Oh, right—he had been sick.
"I'm fine! My normal body temperature is 37.5°C, so I've never caught a cold in my life!"
"That's... kinda high..."
I confidently reassured him. It wasn't something worth worrying about—our medical records were practically disposable in our line of work.
"And my internal body temperature is around 38°C."
"That sounds... feverish..."
I casually added more details, and he gave me a mixed look of amazement and exasperation.
"Well, as long as you're healthy... Anyway, um, I'm ready over here. Are you up for it?"
Something... warm and firm brushed against me.
Wait.
What... what is this?
I reached out to confirm, then quickly pulled back, not wanting to be rude.
"That's a guy's, uh, main part. Fully charged right now, so it kinda does this on its own."
Wait, didn't I drain you earlier today?!
I remembered him saying he could go three times a day, but the average guy needs three days to recover!
"...Is that really okay?"
"Letting it out doesn't take much effort."
He said it so casually, but isn't this kind of a big deal?!
"Since it's all built up, one release should be easy."
...Seriously?
I found myself spacing out.
Then, he asked—
"So, do you have any requests?"
He sounded so confident. I vaguely remembered Misago mentioning that he was quite accommodating in bed.
A request...
(While he's inside, I want to hug him as tight as I can and make him mine.)
The thought popped into my head before I could stop it.
That sounds... like a praying mantis eating its mate while mating.
No way he'd allow that, right? His body is so slender—if I hugged him too hard, I'd probably break him.
"You can hold me as tight as you want. However you like."
...Did he just read my mind?!
"No way! I'd crush you!"
I panicked. My own desires were betraying me, making my mind a mess.
"I'll be fine. You won't break me."
His voice was filled with quiet confidence.
It was a reassuring strength, far beyond what his size suggested.
"I won't mind a little pain, but just... avoid the vital spots, okay?"
With that, he spread his arms wide, inviting me in.
...Fine. But don't blame me later.
Surprisingly, he endured it with ease.
And... it was incredible.
No one else could ever make me feel like this—not just the act itself, but the way he completely accepted me.
Even with my naturally high body temperature, his warmth still felt overwhelming.
There was a strange, floating sensation, a deep contentment.
The reassurance of being recognized as a woman.
The certainty that I had chosen the right partner, that I wanted to be with him for life.
And now, I finally understood what Misago meant when she called him "kind."
I will never, ever let you go