Chapter 151: Morning

The next day—

It was already noon, and sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains.

When Yukina woke up, Naoko was no longer in the bed.

The sheets beneath her were wrinkled and in disarray, as if a kitten had clawed them all over.

Yukina was sleeping on a thin blanket laid over the bed. She turned over, snuggling her small face deeper into it.

Naoko’s body heat was gone from the covers, leaving only the messy traces of their tender night together.

Touching them, it seemed she could still feel the fiery warmth of their bodies from that time.

Yukina slowly emerged from the haze of waking up.

From the kitchen, the faint sound of a girl’s light humming, like a wind chime, could be heard.

It was Naoko, humming softly.

Besides that, there was the crisp clatter of dishes.

Yukina sniffed the air, which was filled with a pleasant aroma.

It seemed Naoko had already woken up before her and had even prepared breakfast (or was it lunch?).

Although she wanted to keep sleeping, Yukina wanted to see Naoko even more.

With this thought, she fought off her drowsiness and struggled to climb out of bed.

“So tired…”

Yukina whimpered softly and stretched.

A deep fatigue was pooled in her hazy eyes.

She rarely had moments where she “didn’t want to get out of bed.”

Even when she was little, she never needed Naoko or her aunt and uncle to wake her for school.

Compared to other children her age, she was always very well-behaved, a lingering after-effect of the anxiety that often filled her heart as a child.

But today was different.

Yukina was ten thousand times more reluctant to get up.

She was just too tired.

Besides the exhaustion, a certain sense of attachment from the bottom of her heart was also at play.

Yukina couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so completely drained.

Not only did her whole body ache as if it were about to fall apart, but even her mind seemed to have stopped thinking.

She was in a muddled state of wakefulness, as if drunk.

It was a truly indescribable experience.

Perhaps she was drunk.

She was drunk on Naoko, on that intoxicating wine called love that led one to fall, and now Yukina was still trapped in the mire of the hangover.

In addition to that, there was a faint stinging sensation coming from between her legs.

This unfamiliar feeling seemed to be constantly shouting something along the lines of “Congratulations on graduating from purity.”

It wasn’t just the dull ache from her first experience, but also the unbearable soreness left in her muscles from being forced to keep her legs open for a long time.

Should she call it novel?

Actually, because of what happened last night, this experience of being completely out of control had become something she didn’t dislike.

Yukina hugged the soft pillow.

The cotton stuffing seemed to still hold the pleasant, clean scent Naoko had left behind, and she unconsciously took a couple of deep breaths.

Last night… her and Naoko’s “maid game” had gone on late into the night.

Naoko, playing the “maid,” had engaged in a long tug-of-war of service with Yukina, the “Master.”

Unfortunately, the “Master” was no match at all and was thoroughly punished by the maid.

For almost the entire night, the useless “Master-san” had been pinned down by the “maid” for a “ser(tor)vice(ment).”

—Although for Yukina, having Naoko do this and that to her was undoubtedly blissful and comfortable, it was also a very rigorous test of her physical strength.

It wasn’t a matter of dehydration or anything like that, but a genuine feeling of her body crying out from its depths.

Her body, on the verge of collapse, begged to stop again and again.

But the heart of someone being loved was also asking, “How far can we go? Will I have another chance to be needed and enjoyed by Naoko like this? So please, just a little more effort.”

In this way, her body and heart went in completely opposite directions.

The final result was—Yukina finally lost control of her body in a wave of unimaginable stimulation, and fell straight asleep without even getting to say goodnight.

“Fell asleep” was the ladylike way of putting it.

In common terms, she had “passed out.”

There was nothing to be done about it, because her opponent was Naoko.

Yukina was the type who was not good at sports.

She struggled with anything involving physical activity, and her gym grades were only mediocre at best.

This was her weak point.

After becoming an Agent, this situation improved a lot thanks to the enhancement from Order energy, but compared to Naoko, who had been through countless battles and long hours of training, it wasn’t enough to get cocky about.

Yukina’s stamina was poor.

She hadn’t fully grasped the trick to using Order energy, and her basic physical strength was consumed quickly.

This soon became her weakness and was used by Naoko as a weapon to break through her defenses.

Therefore, Yukina had very few opportunities to take the initiative.

Most of the time, she could only lie beneath and be taken from.

In the end, she simply stopped resisting and let Naoko do as she pleased, which actually conserved more energy.

The thought of last night made Yukina’s cheeks burn.

She tossed the pillow aside and looked for her clothes.

Just as she had put on her underwear, the bedroom door was pushed open.

“Ah~ you’re awake.”

Naoko’s figure appeared in the doorway.

She was wearing an apron over a thin nightgown.

Through the sheer fabric of the gown, the bandages on her body, her smooth curves, and her alluring silhouette could be faintly seen.

“Good morning, Yukina.”

“Good morning…”

Yukina stared, transfixed, then was suddenly struck by the realization that she was only in her underwear.

A blush crept up her cheeks.

Yukina subconsciously turned slightly to the side, her smooth, fragrant shoulder arching, replacing the view of her chest and the space between her legs in Naoko’s eyes.

Yukina still couldn’t bring herself to bare her body to Naoko with complete ease.

She shrank back a little unnaturally, but she was completely unaware of how alluring her half-covered, “feigning-resistance-while-inviting” posture in just her underwear was in Naoko’s eyes.

“Um… Naoko, is your wound okay?”

“It’s no big deal. I have to go to the hospital for a check-up after breakfast anyway.”

Yukina’s skin, like congealed cream, easily stirred Ephnel’s desire to go and taste her, but Ephnel quickly and discreetly hid it away.

She smiled and said, “Besides, didn’t you personally confirm the state of my body last night?—Mas-ter-?”

“Ngh…”

Yukina understood the slyness in Ephnel’s eyes and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Just thinking about what happened last night made Yukina’s cheeks burn.

She didn’t dare to continue meeting Naoko’s gaze and looked away, so ashamed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.

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