"Why are you covering your face?"
"The light's too bright. It's glaring." Yukari's muffled voice came from behind the pillow she'd clamped over her head.
The stimulation from Rin's hands pressing into her soft belly was far more intense than the back massage.
Every glide of his fingers felt like toggling forbidden switches, sending shivers through her body.
'This bastard's definitely using that sensitivity-boosting ability again!' Yukari gritted her teeth, fighting back any compromising noises.
Her dainty toes curled into the sheets, her long legs tensing in desperate resistance.
But when Rin actually reactivated his ability—
"Wai—Hah~Ngh!!!"
The sheets almost tore under her frantic kick.
Yukari's slender waist arched uncontrollably, her consciousness teetering on the edge of dangerous bliss.
And just as she hovered at the highest peak—
"All done."
"YOU BASTARD!!!" Yukari shot upright, glaring at him, her face flushed with fury and humiliation.
'Twice! Twice in a row! This sadist is absolutely doing it on purpose!!'
"Alright, scoot over. You laze around all day, your physique's too weak for the full treatment. Don't wanna injure you."
"Once you exercise more, I'll gradually unlock the rest. Don't forget to buy a ticket and queue up." Rin's infuriatingly cheerful explanation ignored Yukari's death glare as he plucked her off the bed.
After straightening the sheets (thoroughly wrecked by Yukari's thrashing), he waved at Ran—
"Ran, you're up."
"O-Okay." Ran flinched but obediently shuffled over.
Though terrified by Yukari's screams, those pleased murmurs had itched at her curiosity.
Even if it hurt, it was better than a "duo session"!
As she gingerly lay face-down, her fluffy nine tails blanketed her like a luxurious comforter—
"Ran, move your tails. I can't massage through all that fluff."
"Ahem. S-Sorry. I'm nervous." Ran buried her face in the pillow, her tails reluctantly shifting aside.
Brushing Rin's chin in the process.
The tingling softness made his eyes glow.
'No one can resist fluffy fox tails!'
But with Yukari glaring daggers nearby, he restrained himself and professionally began his work.
Meanwhile, in Patchouli's room…
Watching Marisa snore like a chainsaw, Patchouli finally exhaled in relief.
This idiot was up all night with the boss, went picnicking this morning, then ran wild all afternoon. No wonder she crashed.
Honestly, the boss should walk her like a dog to burn off energy.
Carefully prying the console from Marisa's grip, Patchouli tucked her in.
She draped a blanket over Reimu (still dead on the sofa) too—
Then froze.
'Wait. My room's full. Where do I sleep?!'
Grumbling, Patchouli rolled out a futon on the floor.
But as she lay down, dread prickled at her.
'Did I forget something? Eh. If I can't remember, it's not important.'
Just as she drifted off—
BRRRRRRRRRT!!!
'OH FUCK. I FORGOT ABOUT THAT!!!'
"Mmph…? Why's it… construction hours…?" Reimu groggily sat up, blinking at the wall-shaking noise.
Then her bloodshot eyes locked onto Marisa.
'WHAT LUNATIC SNORES LIKE A JACKHAMMER?!' Reimu's hands twitched toward Marisa's throat—
But stopped.
'If I strangle her, the boss'll punish me too…'
Silently, she grabbed her blanket and crept toward the door.
YANK!
Patchouli snagged her wrist.
"Where are you going?"
"My room. Napping."
"You're deserting me?!"
"N-No! Just… guilty making you sleep on the floor. You take the sofa!"
"LIAR! You promised to go with me at midnight!"
"Do you believe that?!" Patchouli's grip tightened.
"If you're so guilty, you take the floor. I'll keep the sofa."
"YOU WANNA GET A COLLATERAL KILL?!"
Their tug-of-war escalated—
Until Reimu paused.
"Hey. Your magic recovered yet?"
"Can't you just silence the room?"
"Oh. Right." Patchouli smacked her own forehead.
'I've rested enough. A silence spell should be easy.'
'And my body clock's adjusted now—no risk of the contract yanking me out of bed. This'll work!'
With a wave, a lavender magic circle engulfed the room.
The instant it sealed, blissful quiet descended.
Reimu nodded, immediately reclaiming the sofa.
"You just said you felt guilty!" Patchouli's eye twitched, but she slunk back to her futon.
The peace lulled her toward sleep.
Until her dream took a dark turn:
Rin sneaks in… mounts Marisa… and no one hears a thing because of her spell.
'WAIT. DID I JUST TRAP MYSELF?!'
Patchouli's bloodshot eyes snapped open—