"You know, this kind of makes me want to try a serious 'Tooth Catch' move."
That comment came just as I was giving a light slap-slap to a few cheeks, and it sent a chill down my spine.
"Wouldn't I get bitten? Nooo thank you."
I chimed in as Yata-chan bared her teeth with a playful grin and mimed chomping motions. She's the type who doesn't hold back, so I wouldn't put anything past her.
"Kidding about the teeth, obviously."
Still, considering how gleefully she goes down on things during foreplay, I doubt she'd mess up when it counts.
"But seriously, everyone here has really nice teeth, huh?"
"Hm?"
Prompted by the comment, she pulled her lips back with an exaggerated "eeeh" to show off her teeth. Peering in, I noticed there were no fillings, no plaque, no tartar—nothing.
Then Yata-chan made fake biting motions in the air again, lips moving like a chomping machine.
"We're in the service business, you know? Bad breath is a big no-no. Plus, medicine's come a long way—there's stuff now that resets the bacteria in your mouth, wipes out cavity germs and periodontal disease bacteria. Even tooth-regrowth meds exist. So yeah, it's not that hard to maintain."
"Wait, there's really tooth-regrowth medicine?"
"Yup. Even if you lose an adult tooth, it'll grow back. Makes it easier to live a long life with peace of mind."
"Well, that's good to hear."
Somehow we'd veered way off from the erotic topic we started with. Still, it turns out medical tech these days is seriously impressive.
"Doesn't mean you can skip brushing, though."
"Of course not."
It's just part of how mouths are built.
"Well, anyway, enough about teeth. It's time we switched roles, don't you think?"
Glint.
At Yata-chan's words, everyone's eyes took on a more intense gleam.
"Would you rather get jumped by one or two people, or by all of us at once?"
"Wait, I thought we were just 'washing' me?"
"Eh, it's basically the same thing, right?"
I tried to interject, but the conversation just kept rolling.
"So? Which do you prefer?"
"Then let's go with everyone."
Might as well pick the option that sounds more fun.
Sure, it felt like tossing raw meat into a lion's den, but I figured I'd survive.
"I'm up next after this, but I'll forgive a little... overflow. Just don't overdo it."
"Go easy on me?"
I chuckled wryly and played along. It's not like I had a 'back out' switch at this point.
They roughed me up just enough to not cross the line.
I thought I was gonna explode. My balls seriously hurt.
Even if you're saving it up for one big shot, there's gotta be a limit, right?
Yeah, I'll definitely have to thoroughly let it out later.