Sakura and Ayaka asked Satoru multiple times if he needed a hospital.
After being firmly rejected, they finally shut up.
They'd already seen what Higashi's full-power kick did to a normal person. Plus, they trusted Satoru knew his own body best.
Still… taking a soccer punt to the ribs and now a pot of boiling water, and walking away without a single blister?
What a freakishly amazing man. Slurp. Ayaka quietly wiped the corner of her mouth.
And so, the three of them now stood in front of a love hotel.
The sign read "Love and Love" in blushing pink neon that flashed even in broad daylight.
Why did it turn out like this?
Because although Satoru wasn't injured, he was completely soaked. Walking around town like a drowned rat would definitely give him a cold, and he'd end up bedridden and miserable.
(That was the secondary reason.)
The main reason:
Today wasn't that cold, and Satoru was lightly dressed—just a thin hoodie and loose sweatpants.
Once drenched, everything clung to his tall, lean frame.
For a normal guy that would be fine.
But Satoru was packing a certified cannon.
He couldn't exactly stroll down the street swinging a loaded rifle, could he? That's a public-indecency arrest waiting to happen.
Also, no movie theater would let a walking waterfall inside.
After he mentioned it, Ayaka immediately dragged him to the nearest solution.
Satoru stared at the "Love and Love" sign and the pulsing pink heart beside it, then tilted his head toward Ayaka.
Ayaka folded her arms, face perfectly calm.
"Ahem. Don't get any weird ideas. This is just… uh, the closest place. No funny business, got it?"
And even if we were here for that, we'd have to ditch Sakura first. We haven't even had proper one-on-one harmony yet and you want a threesome? Way too fast—even I can't handle that jump! Ayaka screamed internally.
"Oh. Got it." Satoru nodded.
Sakura, on the other hand… definitely her first time at a love hotel.
Even she knew what these places were for. Her pure, boiled-egg face instantly turned scarlet.
"Do you have ID?" Ayaka asked.
"Nope." Satoru shook his head.
They were just going to the movies; who brings ID?
"Then I have to go in with you," Ayaka said coolly, pulling out an adorable frog wallet from her tiny sling bag. "They need at least one person with ID to register."
"Fine."
"I'm warning you, no weird thoughts," Ayaka glared again. "…Sakura, just wander around for a bit. We'll call you when we're done."
WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL— My bestie is on a date, and now I'm entering a love hotel with her guy!? This plot is too wild!! Ayaka's brain exploded.
"No, I'm coming too," Sakura raised her hand timidly.
The normally strict, no-nonsense kendo captain was suddenly extremely meek. "I-I've never been inside one… I'm curious."
"It's basically a normal hotel, just… the vibe is different," Ayaka explained.
Sakura had been on school trips and shared regular hotel rooms with Ayaka before.
"I still want to see," Sakura insisted, full curiosity mode activated.
"Then all three of us are going in," Ayaka declared, then shot Satoru a death glare. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Just feels like Ayaka-senpai is weirdly experienced with this," Satoru said bluntly.
"W-What the hell!" Blood rushed to Ayaka's snow-white cheeks. "Stop slandering me! I only know because friends told me—they come here all the time! Addresses, layouts, everything second-hand! I have zero personal interest!"
Super interested, but what can I do? No decent male partner to explore the wonders with. Dragging a girl here would just be tragic.
"That 'friend'… isn't that just you?" Satoru prodded again.
"It is NOT! I've never set foot in one!"
Ayaka, cornered and embarrassed, turned full tsundere. To prove her point, she jabbed a proud thumb at her own perky nose:
"I'm still a virgin, damn it!"
Satoru: …
Sakura: …
Ayaka: …
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WHAT DID I JUST SAY— It's this guy's fault for doubting me! He made me blurt it out!!
Ayaka slapped a palm to her forehead; she could feel the scorching heat through her skin. Peeking through her fingers at Satoru.
Satoru was looking away, lips pursed, whistling the most awkward, off-key tune known to man, clearly trying to defuse the situation.
But it only made the air thicker.
I want to die I want to die I want to die— Still a virgin at my age is mortifying!! How did I just confess that to him!? My senpai dignity is ruined!! He's definitely going to mock me forever! I'm already this old!! Ayaka wailed internally.
Sakura hurriedly patted her bestie's shoulder for comfort. Making sure Satoru wasn't looking, she leaned in and whispered:
"Don't worry… me too."
Satoru definitely heard it.
But pretending he didn't felt like the safest choice.
Instead of comforting Ayaka, Sakura earned herself a glare.
Obviously! The whole school knows you're pure as driven snow, Miss High-Ridge Flower, Untouched Lotus!! But my brand is "cheerful, popular, party girl"! I go to mixers, I'm a total normie, yet still a virgin—no, I haven't even held a boy's hand! Doesn't that make me tragically pathetic!? Ayaka suffered in silence.
She turned to glare at Satoru again.
But he had already run a hand through his wet hair and strode boldly into the love hotel.
"Welcome."
The middle-aged lady at the counter snapped awake, eyeing the completely soaked Satoru.
What kind of play is this!?
Then she saw Ayaka walk in behind him and sniffed dismissively.
High school couple again. The boy's pretty hot… girl's decent too.
Auntie here used to turn heads all over Shibuya back in the day. Seen everything.
Then Sakura timidly followed.
Holy shit—threesome!?
The auntie's jaw dropped. Even for her, this was rare—and all three were ridiculously good-looking.
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