If I could talk to yesterday's version of myself and tell him, "Tomorrow morning, you're going to wake up in the same bed as top-ranked Milfi-san," he'd probably snort and laugh it off as a bad joke.
And yet—here we are. This is reality.
Morning light pours into the room. I wake up completely naked. Beside me, Milfi-san is wrapped in the sheets, breathing softly in her sleep. Of course, she's wearing absolutely nothing underneath.
The moment memories of last night flood back, my face burns red-hot.
(No way… Did I really… with Milfi-san…?)
That first night was an absolutely insane experience. We spent the night together—no, more accurately, I was devoured. Either way, I'll never forget that night for the rest of my life.
I gaze at her sleeping face. Golden hair sparkles in the morning sun; her fox ears twitch faintly. Her expression is so peaceful it almost makes me think the seductive, insatiable woman from last night was a dream.
Eventually, her red eyes slowly open. Milfi-san sits up with a small rustle and looks at me in a daze.
"Uh, um… g-good morning…"
"…"
"Last night, uh…"
I fumble for words, unsure how to even begin. Then—without any warning, tears spill from Milfi-san's eyes.
"I'm sorry!"
"Eh?!"
The suddenness makes my voice crack. She clutches the sheet to her chest and bows her head deeply.
"Last night… I completely lost myself and attacked you… I'm really, really sorry…!"
Covering her face, shoulders trembling, she keeps apologizing over and over.
"You must have been scared… I must have hurt you… I'm so sorry. I'll never come near you again… Just forget yesterday ever happened…!"
The woman who had been so aggressively forward last night is now crying like a small child. I can only stare in stunned silence.
(So she does remember what happened while she was in heat…)
That's exactly why, now that her reason has returned, the shock must be unbearable for her.
I swallow hard, gather my courage, and speak.
"Um, Milfi-san…"
"H-hic…?"
"Your stomach… please look."
"M-my stomach…?"
Still teary-eyed, she pulls the sheet aside and peers down at her own abdomen. Then she lets out a tiny "…Ah."
"The mark… it's faded…"
Exactly. During yesterday's marathon, I had noticed. Every time I poured magic into her, the curse mark's color grew a little lighter. Because she absolutely wouldn't stop, I ended up being milked more than twenty times—but thanks to that, by the end it had faded to roughly half its original intensity.
"Does that mean the curse-breaking is working?"
"Yes. If we keep going, I'm sure it will disappear completely."
"Keep going…?"
"Ah, n-no, that's not—!"
I frantically wave both hands. That sounded way too much like I was saying "I want to do it more."
Seeing me like that, Milfi-san looks up with still-wet eyes and asks quietly.
"…Will you do it again?"
"Y-yes. If you'll have me."
"Even with a pervert like me…?"
A pervert, huh…
"I promised to help you. Please let me keep cooperating until the curse is gone… Um, though preferably not in a row like last night."
When I say that, Milfi-san's expression softens; fresh tears spill over.
"…Thank you, Theo-kun."
A gentle warmth spreads through my chest. The woman who always seemed so far above the clouds is asking for my help. And I was actually able to respond. For the first time, I feel a tiny sprout of confidence.
Still half-hiding her face behind the sheet, Milfi-san glances up at me timidly.
"So, um… when will we do it next?"
"Eh? N-next?"
"Yeah…"
Her eyes are shy, yet somewhere in them flickers anticipation.
My throat bobs audibly.
(I'm gonna have to build up my stamina…!)
And so—my lewd curse-breaking life with Milfi-san officially began.
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