"Still, that was something, huh?"
"It really was, right?"
Yata-chan and Misago both trailed off awkwardly, unable to put it into words.
Looking around at the group, everyone was visibly flushed, breathing heavily, and oddly quiet.
"Wasn't that just way too sexy?"
"Right?"
Everyone nodded at Misago's comment.
They were currently at the detached bathhouse.
It had all started with,
"If you're a bath attendant, your job is to wash, right? Please be our test subject."
After washing the first test subject—Suzume-san—
"That was way overboard…"
Suzume-san, her legs trembling like a newborn deer, glared at him with resentful eyes.
Not that it was scary—if anything, it just made her look cute.
How many times had she climaxed, anyway?
"You took way too long. If we did this in the public bath, everyone watching would pass out from heatstroke and dehydration, like last time. We'd need oral rehydration packets or an ambulance."
She was impressively composed, considering.
"And how long did you take just with me?"
He glanced at the clock. "About ten minutes, maybe?"
It had felt like an instant because it was fun, but it had added up.
"It's fine when you're the one doing or receiving it, but for those waiting, it's a bit much. Plus, being publicly overstimulated like that is… well, there are modesty concerns."
Even after all that shaking and twitching, her analysis was sharp.
"And watching Hisui wobble from being overcharged… kind of made us wonder what we were even witnessing, you know?"
Yata-chan didn't hold back with her commentary.
"I was wobbling?"
"Big time."
Everyone nodded.
"If you act too shy, it comes off as uncool. Better to own it and go in confidently, right?"
"Well, that said, I think that kind of bashfulness is cute too."
Tsugumi-san chimed in.
"Totally."
"I won't deny it."
"You won't deny it?"
Everyone nodded along. Was that really okay? Like, really?
Ever since the washing session began, the main unit had been in full combat mode.
"Maybe we should reserve this kind of washing for wives only? For guests, we should either keep it light or wait until we're in private."
Misago wrapped things up, and everyone nodded again.
So bringing them into a private room was on the table, huh.
"Yeah, something like that."
He nodded along too. Playing favorites causes drama, and given the time constraints, the public services should be toned down a bit.
This time, he just got carried away washing Suzume-san's soft, responsive skin—it was too enjoyable.
"But isn't that uncomfortable?"
Yata-chan gestured boldly at that, which was already fully engorged.
"This is only about 80 to 90 percent, so it's not at the danger zone yet."
At 100%, things might get out of hand, but without external stimulation, it could settle down. He wasn't some hormone-crazed teenager anymore.
Meanwhile, the production facility for the white, cloudy liquid was still hard at work, condensing as we speak.
"Maybe just let it out?"
"I'd rather release it inside Yata-chan, so I'm saving it."
He said it with a sweet, considerate tone—disguising his full-throttle intent to the slightly hesitant Yata-chan.
"Idiot…"
She turned an even deeper shade of red than the bathwater and looked down in exasperation—but that face was nothing short of a reward.
And of course, as soon as they returned to the room, she threw him down, took full control, and drained him dry.