By the time the bath was over and the story was told, it was late. Between shopping all day and the adrenaline dump of the murder, Yuu was exhausted. They fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The next morning, Yuu woke up feeling refreshed thanks to his [Deep Sleep] talent. Seimi was already up, and Hitomi was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Good morning, Hoshimiya-senpai~" Hitomi whispered, leaning down to kiss him awake. She was dressed in a vibrant yellow cheerleader outfit—likely borrowed from Seimi's "collection." The short skirt left little to the imagination, and she wasn't wearing a bra; the black straps of her top strained against her perky breasts.
Yuu admired her toned, gymnastic legs. "Breakfast is ready," she said, holding a tray. "Seimi-san said to eat something light since lunch is soon."
The tray had bread, eggs, natto, and milk. Yuu grimaced at the natto. "Hitomi, do you want my natto? I'm not a fan of the smell."
Hitomi blinked playfully. "So you don't like 'stinky, sticky things,' Senpai? That's funny, because you force me to eat yours every night~"
Before Yuu could process the joke, she whipped the covers off him. His "morning wood" was standing tall. Hitomi leaned her head down toward his crotch.
"See, I didn't like it at first either," she whispered, her warm breath hitting his sensitive skin. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the rim before looking up at him with a mischievous glint. "But now, I can't get enough of it. Natto is very nutritious, Senpai. You should try more... you'll grow to like it."
Yuu rolled his eyes and pushed her head back down. "Since you love it so much, have some more."
He pressed her face against his lap. Hitomi didn't resist, eagerly taking the dragon back into her mouth. Her pink lips moved rhythmically, sealing around the head of his cock as her tongue teased the most sensitive spots. Yuu groaned, sinking into the pillows.
The smell of her arousal and the heat of her mouth were intoxicating. But then, Hitomi pulled away, a playful smirk on her face. "I can't get full on just this, Senpai. I need real breakfast before I can continue."
She was teasing him, her tone bordering on sadistic. Yuu, not wanting to lose control of the situation, didn't hesitate. He ignored the tray, flipped out of bed, and walked straight into the kitchen where Seimi was eating.
He scooped the startled doctor up—bread still in her mouth—and carried her back to the bed.
"If Hitomi wants to play hard to get," Yuu grinned, tossing Seimi onto the mattress, "then I'll just have to start with the main course."