Moments later, Bokue successfully delivered Busujima Saeko to her dormitory without obstacles.
Returning once more to this familiar single room, the first thing Bokue did after entering and closing the door behind him was wrap both hands around the kendo girl's trim, slender waist from behind.
According to usual convention, what followed would undoubtedly be in-depth exchange time.
However, this time Busujima Saeko stopped him.
"W-wait, not today..."
Grasping the young man's wrist to halt its continued descent, the kendo girl turned her head sideways, resting her faintly heated cheek against Bokue's chest. Her gaze lowered slightly, eyelashes trembling.
Bokue squeezed Busujima Saeko's slender hand questioningly.
"What's wrong? Not feeling well today?"
"Mm, slightly..."
Busujima Saeko stammered somewhat, finding it hard to articulate.
"In any case... let me rest one day. At least wait until tomorrow..."
After all, she'd just participated in last night's grand battle in the seaside villa bathroom!
During those several hours after dinner yesterday evening, Busujima Saeko couldn't even remember how many times she'd repeatedly regained consciousness.
The only thing she still remembered was that each time she woke, she'd discover the "cream layer" in the bath had grown thicker. Beyond that, nothing remained—not even any impression of when things finally ended.
Only when fully regaining consciousness was it already past ten this morning.
One could only say that never having participated before left her unclear. Only after this experience did she realize how much Bokue-kouhai had previously accommodated her.
Though exhausted after finishing each previous time, never had any occasion been as insane as this.
Fortunately, throughout the entire process, Bokue's magnetic field barrier had enveloped them—continuously restoring their HP and stamina, recovering their conditions. Otherwise, whether she could even get out of bed this morning would've been questionable.
Even so, when Busujima Saeko rose at noon today, she still felt faintly acidic inside her stomach.
"I see. In that case, let's skip today."
Since senpai had already said so, Bokue didn't force the issue, simply stopping both hands at the kendo girl's waist.
"But senpai, if you're not feeling well, remember to tell me immediately."
"Don't worry—I'm not unwell."
Busujima Saeko smiled apologetically.
"It's just that last night really went too overboard. If we did it again today... I really couldn't handle it."
"Alright."
Though today's activities were definitely off the table, Bokue still stayed at the dorm keeping Busujima Saeko company for quite a while before finally leaving.
Moments later, inside the once-again-quiet dormitory, the kendo girl lay alone on her single bed, placing her arm across her forehead to block light streaming down from the ceiling fixture above.
Actually, regarding that earlier jealousy discussion, she'd had one reason left unsaid.
Namely—even with so many good sisters forming proper teams to tackle Bokue-kouhai as a major boss, they'd still suffered total defeat. Plus, being tormented so miserably in that bathhouse yesterday left her still somewhat dazed even this morning upon waking, her head fuzzy and tingly as if lingering aftereffects hadn't passed.
If only she alone had to face and endure all that firepower...
Just thinking about it felt fatal—in every sense.
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Meanwhile, having left Busujima Saeko's dorm, Bokue stepped into the hallway outside.
He'd planned to teleport away directly, but just then, a pure white graceful figure at the nearby stairwell entrance caught his attention.
"Ah, oniisan..."
Without any pretense or affectation, the moment Kanon noticed the young man looking her way, she revealed a shallow, sweet smile. She jogged from the stairwell entrance to arrive before Bokue.
She opened her mouth as if wanting to say something, but hesitated at the last moment, reflexively glancing at the door behind the young man—now tightly closed again.
"Has oniisan already... finished meeting with Busujima-senpai?"
Clearly, the girl's pure thoughts lacked too many complicated notions. In her view, even between boyfriend and girlfriend sharing a room, all they could do was "meet."
At least, that's what Bokue assumed.
So he nodded.
"Just dropped senpai off, then chatted for a bit... Though Kanon, what a coincidence—you're just coming down from upstairs."
"Mm, actually not really~"
Bringing up this topic, the silver-haired girl seemed somewhat shy, placing both hands behind her back. Her still-budding curves beneath her uniform swayed gently left and right. Faint crimson bloomed across her face—pale to near-transparency.
"Actually, I happened to see from upstairs when oniisan dropped Busujima-senpai off below. Then I waited here the whole time. Originally... I thought oniisan would take much longer to come out."
Hm? Originally thought he'd take much longer?
Bokue vaguely sensed something off about that phrasing.
But before he could figure it out, Kanon's voice continued.
"By the way, oniisan, about that imitation angel inside my body..."
"Oh right, haven't checked on you in a while, have I?"
Bokue snapped back to awareness, suddenly remembering.
Though their last meeting was only half a month ago, that time he'd needed to deliver things to senpai—meaning they'd only exchanged brief greetings at Yurara's dorm entrance before parting.
In other words, his last examination of Kanon's body could basically be traced back to summer vacation.
"Mm..."
The silver-haired girl nodded her small head obediently.
"So if oniisan has time, why not come to my dorm right now? After all, every floor here has surveillance cameras in the hallways."
Finishing her words, she even turned back to indicate with her gaze.
Indeed, at the corridor's far end behind the girl, a camera with lit indicator hung in the ceiling corner.
Plus, examinations would definitely involve physical contact. Even if Bokue didn't care, that didn't mean Kanon wouldn't.
"I've got nothing going on—let's head over now."
Bokue said.
Receiving affirmative response, the silver-haired girl hummed softly. A saint-like smile bloomed once more across her pure, beautiful face.
"Please follow me, oniisan."
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Thus, one minute later, Bokue successfully transitioned from one girl's dormitory to another girl's dormitory.
Located in the same dormitory building, the room structure was naturally identical.
Except compared to Busujima Saeko's simple practicality, Kanon's dorm felt considerably warmer.
Walking from the entrance into the bedroom, one could see not only walls covered with various photos of cats she raised at the abandoned church in the school's back mountain, but even cat plushies on the bed.
"Please sit anywhere, oniisan."
Accompanied by the sound of the dorm door closing behind her, the silver-haired girl passed Bokue to reach the inner bedroom's bedside.
With her back to the young man behind her, she sequentially unfastened the buttons on her shirt before removing it, revealing her budding, pale young woman's body beneath.
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