"By the way, should we report this... over there?"
I asked reflexively. Naturally, I meant on SNS or message boards.
"Hmm…"
"Maybe after we reserve the next round?"
"Yeah, that sounds right."
Everyone nodded in agreement at this compromise.
"If I'm being greedy, I'd prefer to wait until we get married or, you know, after we've done various things…"
I admit that's a bit of a stretch.
"But if we say that, there's no end to it."
It's kind of sad that the local shut-ins can't enjoy this real-time excitement with us.
"For now, should we at least say 'stop calling and inquiring through the website'?"
"Even if we say that, it'll all get out soon anyway. Maybe just wait a little longer?"
"From the way she talked, it sounds like everything should be ready by the time we come next."
Reservations are fully booked until next month, so even if we want to return, we'll have to wait 2–3 months. If we go public with this now, our next chance might not be in half a year, maybe even longer. Since we made it here with just the info we had, others probably can too.
"No idea how far things will go, though."
Still, things could go wild. We might all end up sharing the same man, in the worst-case scenario.
"The footage I took still needs permission and magazine release."
"Let's just hope no internet news outlet jumps the gun."
Everyone let out a sigh at that.
I know we're the ones who rushed in early and all, but seriously… that hug alone feels like it could keep me going for a lifetime. But with how limitless this feels, I can't help but want more. My virgin fantasies and desires are bursting out.
Honestly, I just want to cuddle up naked forever with no time limits, rubbing and snuggling and kissing.
At the very least, I want to talk to that person more. I won't ask for an engagement, but maybe next time… a promise to pop that membrane would be nice.
This feels like one of those success stories I never imagined. Even the big and small bodyguard types were super intimidating, but they didn't say flirting was off-limits. So there must be an opening… or should I just go straight for it?
I just hope it's not like one of those old action games where talking at the wrong time gets you reflected damage.
While thinking about all this, we hurried through changing clothes and fixing our makeup, then headed straight to reception to book our next appointment. It's a bit of a wait, but this gives me something to look forward to. I can keep living for this.
"Hey, if we go for a big shared room, can we cut the reservation wait time?"
That spontaneous suggestion caused a stir.
"Like one of those school trip group sleeps?"
"Might actually work."
"With a group discount?"
Honestly, we barely know each other outside of usernames and online hangouts, but the sense of unity is unreal right now.
"We basically use Japanese-style rooms, so as long as we can fit futons, it's possible."
The receptionist looked a bit troubled, but didn't say no. Probably because of meal planning, futon numbers, and stay plan types.
"Not saying what exactly, but wouldn't it get awkward if someone hits the jackpot?"
That unexpected comment made everyone freeze.
Are we all just going to be like "Finally!" and pile on each other?
Thinking back to the earlier chaos—was the hug the jackpot? And if something got in, was that the real big prize? Or if something came out? Or if you made it come out?
We all exchanged glances. Yeah, not everyone's gonna hit the jackpot, which could get awkward.
"Is that… a real possibility?"
One of us couldn't help but ask.
"Seems like it, but I can't say for sure," the staff smiled, putting her finger to her lips in a shush gesture.
"Anyway, let's keep this quiet, okay?"
She added a wink and crossed her fingers in a 'no talking' X.
So sneaky—speaking as a girl, that was super cute and charming.
Back in our room, I retrieved my valuables from the safe and instinctively opened the message board on my phone.
I reconsidered whether posting something would be a bad idea.
Well, it's fine. I'm just reading.
And so I opened my usual site…
Around that time, on the forum – That Thread
Things are oddly quiet, huh?
The first verification squad should've arrived by now, right?
Not a single peep.
Usually someone's screaming "we found nothing" around this time.
I was hoping to drink while laughing at their failure stories.
Guess they've already shown what needs to be shown—no more info's coming.
Not telling.
Can't tell.
Huh?
Wait.
What?
Whoa, that place raised prices again and now it's booked 4 months ahead.
Ugh?
Ah, crap!
What's happening?
Someone hit the jackpot!
The regulars are quiet—that's the canary system kicking in.
We're so late to the party.
Ha-ha, suckers.
click click
Phew, at least I got a reservation. What kind of jackpot is this?
Hard to explain, but… it's good.
Really good.
Unprecedented levels of good. Can't say anything else.
Why are there so many people here?!
They're coming out of the woodwork.
It's like that Kurosawa movie—people crawling from the floor and ceiling.
Probably a spoiler ban going on. Anyway, quit spamming the inn—don't bother them.
Just go. You'll understand when you get there.
Honestly, they've already said too much.
You won't regret it.
Just visiting will give you a lifetime of stories.
It'll get you wet?
Probably climax?
It's a heavenly state.
IT'S FINE!
IT'S CLEAN!
Well, clean ish…
Kind of stinks of girliness, but it can't be helped with the ratio.
IT'S GREEN!
Like, safe-green!
The inn is amazing, seriously.
And still as chaotic as ever.