The entirety of today's daylight hours found Bokue sequestered within the apartment's confines.
From morning's Itogami Island return through noon—combat engagement with Nagisa and Yukina.
From noon through evening—reinforcements arrived in the forms of La Folia, Sayaka, and Kanon. Plus the recovered Nagisa and Yukina. Combat operations continued.
This marathon persisted until evening's arrival. When the apartment finally teleported back to Keystone Gate, external skies had surrendered completely to darkness.
Sunset submerged beneath oceanic horizons. Deep twilight descended upon Itogami Island once more.
Post-dinner apartment interior: bright illumination penetrated the bathroom's frosted glass door, casting patterns across living room flooring. Girls' melodious voices intermingled with cascading water sounds, blending with television audio from the occupied living space.
Inside the bathroom, Bokue was conducting comprehensive washing services for La Folia and company—all exhausted from the afternoon's rotational engagements.
"Bo-Bokue, I'm warning you..."
Beneath the continuously-spraying warm showerhead, Sayaka Kirasaka's flushed features pressed against the young man's chest. One arm secured her shoulders, supporting her limp posture.
Despite afternoon combat having drained her physical reserves completely, she maintained unwavering dedication toward scolding Bokue—who was currently bathing her.
"This time, what's done is done. But next time, you absolutely cannot treat Yukina so excessively. She's still young. If you persist with these methods every time... Yukina won't be able to withstand it..."
"Sure, sure~"
Bokue offered perfunctory agreement while retrieving the handheld showerhead from its wall mount. He began methodical downward cleaning progression toward her lower extremities.
"Don't patronize me! I'm being serious here!"
Detecting dismissive undertones within the young man's responses, the War Dancer's eyebrows shot upward instantaneously.
Though merely momentary—her attitude softened again rapidly.
"Any... anyway, I've made myself clear. Next time, you're absolutely forbidden from treating Yukina so roughly. Or if you absolutely must employ those methods, then worst case scenario... just come to me instead. I'll tolerate whatever you want. But at minimum, Yukina is off-limits... mm-nya!"
Before Sayaka could complete her declaration, Bokue's washing progression reached her lower regions. When warm water streams struck her triangular zone—still hypersensitive from previous activities—the War Dancer's spine arched involuntarily.
Then Bokue bent slightly forward. His hand—previously draped across her shoulders—relocated to her waist. His index and middle fingers deliberately traced along her inguinal crease, pressing across her lower abdomen before descending directly toward that secret garden's entrance.
Then delivered one light teasing stroke.
"Nn-hiii!!"
Already hypersensitive plus hot water stimulation—Sayaka's entire body tensed instantaneously.
She'd apparently reached some critical threshold. Her toes pressed forcefully against flooring, nearly achieving standing position. Her head tilted backward, snow-white neck extending with maximum effort.
Simultaneously, Bokue registered warm force pressing against his fingertips—pushing his digits outward explosively.
The War Dancer expended her final rational reserves opening her eyes. She glared toward the adjacent young man with flustered indignation.
"If... if you dare withdrawing now, I swear I'll...!"
Pop~
Bokue released his grip directly—embodying deliberate rebellion.
!!!
Instantaneously, the War Dancer's pale yellow urine mixed with white semen erupted outward—splashing across bathroom walls and flooring.
Simultaneously, Sayaka could no longer suppress her volume. She vocalized with absolute satisfaction.
"Cum-cumming!! Everything's spraying out completely!!!"
This continued until the final urine droplet expelled. Exhaustion plus forced climax finally overwhelmed Sayaka's consciousness. Her head tilted sideways—awareness departing entirely.
Bokue completed remaining cleaning procedures with efficient swiftness before wrapping Sayaka in a large bath towel. He carried her from the bathroom, delivering her to the external bedroom.
Moments later, upon Bokue's bathroom return, Nagisa had already prepared herself for washing. Spotting the young man triggered immediate enthusiastic launching.
"Onii-sama, me next! Me next!"
"Mm."
Bokue extended both arms, catching her smoothly while simultaneously using his body to guide other nearby girls toward the showerhead's vicinity.
Warm bathing water cascading across bodies—the sensation triggered comprehensive relaxation, even fatigue diminishing noticeably. Yukina released a soft sigh.
"Sayaka is really something else. Those warnings were completely unnecessary. Mm... while Bokue-senpai does occasionally demonstrate minor excess, fundamentally he maintains proper restraint ensuring we're never actually harmed..."
"Is that so? I actually think Sayaka-san's approach carries considerable merit."
La Folia suddenly interjected with smiling commentary.
"The impression resembles Yukina-san possessing a dedicated lady knight guardian."
"Lady knight?"
Yukina froze momentarily.
As a sword-maiden who'd devoted her entire youth to rigorous training—never experiencing internet culture's corrupting influences, lacking even basic common knowledge—she naturally couldn't comprehend the three-character phrase's implications.
From literal interpretation: presumably "female knight"?
"Well~ I don't completely understand either. Previously, when residing in Aldegian Kingdom's palace, serving maids explained the concept to me."
La Folia smiled while elaborating.
"Apparently, lady knight existences typically possess formidable combat capabilities plus exceptional loyalty. However, they consistently suffer defeats in inexplicable circumstances. Yet precisely because of their unwavering devotion—willingness to sacrifice everything for those they protect—plot developments frequently feature them voluntarily substituting themselves, offering their mm-mmph...!"
Before completion, Bokue freed one hand—covering the equally-knowledge-deficient silver-haired princess's mouth forcefully. He terminated her continued explanation attempts.
Beyond other considerations—Kanon remained nearby currently.
Despite this formerly-proclaimed middle school division saint having fallen under his "corrupting influence," degradation possessed hierarchical distinctions.
Comparable to introductory material differences between Kiss x Sis versus Bible Black.
Completely incomparable categories!
Conscientiously speaking, even presently Bokue had only employed missionary position with Kanon exclusively.
"Goodness, if you're forbidding explanation, just say so. Why cover mouths..."
Using head-turning motions to evade the young man's palm, La Folia—speech restrictions lifted—pouted with minor dissatisfaction.
Suddenly, Nagisa released a soft exclamation.
"Oh right! Speaking of palaces—this afternoon, La Folia-neesan's mother called!"
"My mother?"
La Folia froze momentarily. Careful recollection generated zero relevant memories.
"What timing? Did she call my phone?"
"Correct."
Nagisa nodded earnestly.
"Except at that moment, La Folia-neesan was enjoying activities with Onii-sama. So I answered on your behalf. After your mother apparently heard sounds from La Folia-neesan and Onii-sama's side, she mentioned calling back later before disconnecting."
"...Eh?"
The silver-haired princess's expression solidified instantly.
So the afternoon living room sounds... Mother heard everything through the phone?
Simultaneously, the external living room television broadcast breaking news announcements.
'This afternoon, Aldegian Kingdom's Queen Polyphonia Rihavein announced imminent Itogami Island visitation...'
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