"No, it's just that we were all skiing all afternoon—we've all probably gotten a little sweaty. We should wash up before resting, right?"
"Wouldn't it be better to wash after we're done?"
"Be good, listen. We'll talk after you're clean."
"..."
Unable to win the argument and seeing no other option, Utaha leaned in to offer a kiss. After a long and passionate entanglement, she reluctantly pulled away.
"Then let's hurry."
"Okay."
"Help me take my clothes off."
Do you even need to ask?
Chisato acted right away.
First, he took off his own clothes and tossed them to the foot of the bed, then swiftly helped Utaha out of her sweater and long pants.
The moment he saw her lingerie, paired with the teasing posture she deliberately struck, he almost couldn't hold back and pounced on her right then and there.
Fortunately, he managed to restrain himself by taking a deep breath.
"Mm~!"
As he lifted her into a bridal carry, Utaha let out an irresistibly sweet moan.
When Chisato entered the bathroom, the bathtub was already halfway filled.
"Okay, you two enjoy your bath first."
Seeing them come in, Eriri turned on the warm air and was about to leave.
Chisato, a little panicked, quickly grabbed her arm.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"I'll wash after you two are done."
"Aren't we all bathing together?"
"Eh? With this stinky drunkard?"
"..."
Utaha either didn't care to respond or simply missed what Eriri said due to the alcohol—she calmly removed her bra, then leaned against the wall to slip off her panties, and with unsteady steps, sat down in the bathtub.
"Eriri, just take it as fulfilling one of my New Year's wishes a little early, how about that?"
Chisato moved closer to Eriri with a pleading look on his face.
But in reality, while she was still hesitating, his hands had already undone the tie on her pants without a sound.
By the time she realized it, her lower half felt a sudden chill—and her light-colored, cute little panties were fully exposed.
"H-Hey, what are you doing…"
"Eriri…"
"Mmm... That's way too sneaky..."
Eriri was completely disarmed by Chisato's whispered coaxing against her ear. In the end, she gave a tiny nod, letting him help her undress and step into the bath.
"Alright then, let's all enjoy a nice, relaxing bath together!"
Chisato proclaimed loudly with excitement—though more than anything, it was a message to Ryo outside the bathroom that now was her chance to slip away quietly.
After entering the bathroom, Chisato deliberately tried to prolong the bath, but Utaha, being highly aroused and impatient, only gave her body a rough wipe with a damp towel before she lost her patience and started groping Chisato.
She really used her feet.
Chisato had been doing his best to hold back, but when he saw Utaha's lovely feet gliding sensually across his skin, he couldn't help but recall what happened under the dinner table earlier that evening.
Realizing that they'd been bathing for almost ten minutes—long enough that even the most hesitant person would've had time to sneak out—he gave in.
He lifted the impatient Utaha into his arms and, not even bothering to put on slippers, gave her a quick wipe-down before carrying her out of the bathroom.
He left Eriri soaking in the bath, but only a moment later, she heard the kind of... indescribable noises coming from Utaha.
The pitch rose and fell, flirtatious and charming.
She knew exactly what was going on. That girl always made those kinds of sounds when she reached the height of pleasure.
What she didn't expect was how quickly she got there. It seemed like they had barely started, and Utaha was already pushed to the edge.
Listening to what was happening just outside, Eriri couldn't bring herself to leisurely continue bathing anymore.
She stood up, wiped her body clean, wrapped herself in a towel, and stepped out of the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, Eriri's shy and adorable moans replaced Utaha's in the room.
Over an hour passed.
Utaha, completely satisfied and drunk, fell into a deep sleep.
Eriri, her legs weak, stood up—her body drenched in sweat and sticky. She decided to take a quick rinse before resting.
Chisato tucked Utaha under the blanket, then planned to follow Eriri and rinse off as well.
While they were in the bathroom, he thought he could tease her a little more in a standing position—after all, what they'd just done hadn't satisfied him fully yet.
He carefully got out of bed, forgetting he hadn't been wearing slippers when he carried Utaha out earlier.
As he looked around for them, his gaze unintentionally drifted toward the foot of the bed.
And in that moment, for the second time that day, he felt genuine horror.
The wardrobe door was slightly ajar, and a few strands of light blue hair were sticking out through the crack.
Chisato froze.
He knew exactly what that meant.
Ryo hadn't left!
Not only had she stayed—she had been in the VIP seat the entire time, witnessing every graphic detail between him, Utaha, and Eriri!
What the actual hell—!?
He didn't have time to process it. Chisato quickly turned to check on Utaha.
Good. She was still fast asleep.
Then he glanced toward the bathroom.
Irregular water sounds—clearly Eriri was already showering.
He grabbed a few pieces of clothing from the foot of the bed, not caring whose they were, and used them to cover himself as he walked over to the wardrobe and pulled the door open.
As expected, he met Ryo's eyes.
Those usually blank, crystal-clear eyes were now clouded, filled with a complex storm of unreadable emotions.
Her face was red—unnaturally so, like it had been scalded by boiling water.
But that wasn't the main issue.
"Why are you still here!?"
Chisato practically whispered the question against her face, trying to keep his voice low.
"...!"
Ryo clearly panicked.
"Earlier, when I was going to leave, I saw Nijika outside talking to some people I didn't know... so I couldn't go out.
I waited a bit longer and was about to leave again, but then I heard you guys getting out of the tub... I didn't have time to open the door, so I had to hide again..."
"..."
"..."
"So... in other words... you saw everything?"
"..."
Ryo didn't respond. She just pressed her lips together and stole a glance at Chisato—then gave a slow, silent nod.
Chisato pressed a hand against his forehead and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
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