I was once again seduced, completely and thoroughly.
I felt something snap inside me—like a string breaking.
And from that point on… I don't remember much.
Somewhere along the way, she said, "You don't need to call me with '-chan' anymore."
So I obliged, chanting her name over and over like a broken record.
Then she teased, "Might as well say you love me too,"
And the moment spiraled into chanting things like "Get pregnant, get pregnant," as I lost myself entirely in the act…
Chirp, chirp.
When I came to, it was already morning.
"If it wasn't me, you'd be dead right now, y'know?"
We were so utterly spent, we couldn't tell whose fluids were whose—our bodies dry, sticky, and completely dehydrated.
Neither of us could move a finger. We were utterly wrecked.
Covered in love marks that looked more like insect bites.
We exchanged a look—and let out a smile.
That exhausted, dumb, and strangely satisfied smile.
"…Sorry."
I apologized without thinking.
"Don't be. I overdid the whole setup, that's all."
Our voices were hoarse—probably from the dehydration, or just from all the shouting.
"Ungh… there we go…"
Yata grabbed a 2-liter bottle of sports drink from the fridge—clearly prepped in advance—and downed it like a champ.
She handed me another one without a word.
I took a sip, and it disappeared down my throat in an instant—I couldn't even taste it.
How parched were we?
"Let's put a ban on doping for a while, yeah?"
"Sounds like a good idea…"
I never expected we'd lose control that badly.
There was no pillow talk.
No cuddly, lovey-dovey aftermath.
Just raw, beast-like passion.
"Well then," Yata grinned, already plotting the final night. "Let's skip the tricks and potions tonight—go at it natural."
She said it with such energy, like she hadn't been half-dead just minutes ago.
"Let's not overdo it this time, alright?"
As I got to my feet, aching all over, I realized something else.
Once the dehydration faded… came the full-body muscle pain.
Lately, I'd been joining Misago for light training, but clearly, I still had a long way to go.
Grrrrrr…
My stomach growled.
Now that I'd had water, my gut was the next one to complain.
"Well then, let's grab some breakfast. Or maybe lunch?"
It was well past morning.
Could we still call it "morning service" if we went to a Nagoya café?
Yata threw on a jacket and reached out casually, motioning for me to come along.
But I grabbed her hand and stopped her.
"Let's wash up first, yeah? Especially that hair."
Her hair and even her eyebrows were crusty—who knows where things splattered.
She tried to fix her bedhead with her fingers, but they just got caught in the hardened mess.
There's no way we could go out like this.
Our noses had gone numb to it, but we probably reeked.
"Maybe we should just get breakfast delivered."
"Yeah… good idea."
The stuff clinging to our hair and skin had completely dried out, like hardened starch paste.
Even washing it off was a chore.
"I might just cut it all off," she grumbled.
I managed to talk her out of it and gave her a thorough washing instead.
"Milady, any itchy spots I should know about?"
"Handle it as you see fit~"
She squinted happily, and before I knew it, I'd done the whole works—shampoo, conditioner, treatment, towel dry, and blow-dry.
Long hair is beautiful, but man, the maintenance is a pain.
When we came out of the bath, the messy futon had already been cleaned up, and a lovely meal set was waiting for us.
Everything was perfectly taken care of.
There was a fair amount of rice in the pot, but between the two of us, we polished it off completely.
Unrelated, but…
Later, the inn's gift shop started selling the same "equipment" with a strange promotional display, titled "Seduction Achievement Unlocked"
Probably meant as a gag or part of some in-joke, but still…