Late at night, inside Kaito's single room at Tracen Academy.
Kaito had just showered, dressed only in a loose white T-shirt and shorts.
He was slumped in a chair, drying his soaked hair with a towel.
In his mind, the daytime scene—a true hellish battlefield—was still playing on a loop.
To the left was Gold City's introspective question: "Whose exclusive are you exactly?"
To the right was TM Opera O's final choice: "The protagonist or a supporting character?"
"I'm just a humble massagist, why am I facing this kind of workplace harassment...? (Q ﹏ Q)"
Kaito sighed deeply, feeling that his future was completely bleak.
Having offended these two big shots, the walk to work tomorrow seemed more terrifying than walking to the execution ground.
Just then—
"Knock, knock, knock."
The clear tapping echoed in the quiet night, the rhythm neither fast nor slow.
"Who is it?"
Kaito thought it was the dormitory manager making rounds or something and, without much thought, approached in slippers and opened the door casually.
Then, he froze.
Standing outside the door was no pot-bellied manager.
Instead, it was the person he least wanted to see at that moment, appearing in a posture he found absolutely irresistible.
Gold City.
She was no longer in her aggressive daytime battle stance; instead, she had changed into a sexy black silk nightgown.
The dress used very little fabric, barely covering the crucial areas, outlining the girl's tight yet explosive and elegant curves.
Her bright, long golden hair fell casually over her shoulders, softening her sharp edges and adding a touch of lazy femininity.
She stood there beautifully at the door, the dim yellow light from the hallway casting a misty glow around her.
Her golden eyes seemed exceptionally bright in the night, staring fixedly at Kaito with a hint of resentment and an undeniable dominance.
"Geez!... So... So big... Wait! How sexy! This has to be a foul!"
Kaito's brain plummeted immediately, and he felt a surge of heat in his nose.
His remaining sanity screamed at him: This is dangerous!
"Gold City?! So late! What are you doing here?"
He was horrified and instinctively tried to close the door.
"Go back quickly! If anyone finds out, we're finished!"
However, Gold City was faster than him.
She stretched out a foot, wearing a cute slipper, fitting precisely into the crack of the door and then, using a powerful force not suited for her small figure, she walked in without a problem.
"Bang."
The door closed behind her.
"Click"
For Kaito, the sound of the lock being turned with her reverse hand was like the tolling of the doom bell.
"You..."
Before Kaito could finish his sentence, Gold City cornered him step by step.
The next second, she pinned him against the wall (kabedon).
The girl's arms were propped against the wall beside him, trapping him completely between her and the wall.
"You ran away very fast during the day"
She said, lifting her small face and narrowing her eyes like a kitten interrogating a prisoner.
"Were you... avoiding me?"
The distance between them was illegally close.
Kaito could clearly smell the sweet scent of post-shower soap on her, which, mixed with his own "male pheromones" that exerted a fatal attraction over her, fermented into an incredibly ambiguous aphrodisiac capable of making any man's sanity evaporate.
He could feel her warm breath gently fanning his neck, sending waves of numbness and trembling through him.
"I... I wasn't..."
Kaito was so nervous he was stuttering, his heart beating wildly in his chest as if it were about to burst.
Seeing his innocent reaction, a flash of mischievous triumph shone in Gold City's eyes.
She leaned in, her rosy lips almost brushing his earlobe, and declared in a tone that was both confident and slightly flirtatious.
"As my exclusive massagist, according to the regulations, you are obligated to perform a deep muscle relaxation treatment on me before bed to ensure my recovery training achieves optimal results tomorrow"
She paused, as if feeling the reason wasn't enough, and added.
"This is work"
Work... Is there such a thing as working in a male dormitory while wearing a nightgown?
Kaito screamed wildly internally, but his body honestly remained frozen in place, unable to move.
Before he could object, Gold City proactively took his hand; the soft and warm touch made Kaito tremble all over.
She dragged him, like a reluctant toy, and pushed him toward the edge of the bed.
Then, she turned around gently and, in an extremely elegant and attractive posture, lay on her side on Kaito's small single bed.
The black nightgown slipped slightly upward due to the movement, revealing large patches of delicate, snow-white skin and a pair of beautiful long, straight legs.
She propped her head with one hand, her golden hair falling like a waterfall over the pillow, while her other hand rested lightly on her waist.
Her golden eyes, under the ambiguous lighting, became slightly clouded and looked at him with a resplendent appeal.
"So..."
"My dear Mr. Massagist"
"Can you begin your 'work' now?"