Quickened breaths grew more audible inside the cramped tent.
Following Ryo's instructions, Hitori, her face flushed bright red, slowly reached under the blanket. She found Chisato's hand and gently touched it.
When she saw no reaction from him, she became bolder and softly wrapped her fingers around his hand.
It was something they had done countless times before, but in this setting, under these conditions, it gave Hitori a strange and forbidden thrill.
Watching from the sidelines, Ryo—who had inserted herself halfway into this—had a flicker in her eyes that no one noticed in the dark.
She felt Chisato's grip on her hand tighten.
Given everything else he'd done so far, this was clearly a signal to go further.
So he really is into this kind of thing… The president's such a perv.
Whether it was out of respect for her superior, or just the sincere wish to see her friend's relationship move forward…
Ryo felt it was her responsibility to help.
With the president refusing to act due to some odd personal kink, and Hitori unable to take initiative due to her shyness, it was up to her to bridge the gap between them.
The only problem was, Ryo herself was inexperienced—a total amateur with no romantic history.
Though she wanted to help, she wasn't sure how far she could go without crossing the line.
But the secret interactions beneath the blanket gave her enough cues to confidently continue.
Nice work. Keep going…
With that reassurance, her hesitation vanished.
"Ryo… I'm holding Chisato's hand. What should I do next?"
Hitori once again nervously turned to Ryo for guidance.
The current situation is that she has forgotten what her original purpose was. All she remembers now is what Ryo just said.
She doesn't want to fall too far behind Eriri and Utaha, and she sincerely wants to help Chisato, who is "tired from work," to "relax his body."
"Next, slowly lift the blanket off him… Start from your side and push it toward me."
"Hey—but Chisato might catch a cold."
"Don't worry, the tent is so warm with the heater on. I even feel a little hot. He won't catch a cold so easily. Besides, some things are hard to do under the quilt."
"I-I understand."
Hitori did as she was told.
While she was making her move, Ryo wasn't idle either. Her hand was tightly held by Chisato beneath the quilt.
As his suggestive movements grew more frequent, she responded in kind, signaling him not to be impatient.
Her idle left hand took out her cell phone, turned on the flashlight, adjusted the brightness to its lowest setting, and placed it next to the bed.
This way, the inside of the tent wasn't too bright, but everything that needed to be seen was still clearly visible.
"Wait! This will wake Chisato up!"
"Don't worry. If he were going to wake up, he would've done so a long time ago. You have to trust the president's sleep quality."
Although she was still very worried, the actual situation was just as Ryo said—Chisato showed no sign of opening his eyes at all.
Seeing this, Hitori's violently pounding heart slowly calmed down, and she also lifted the quilt on Chisato's side.
Ryo leaned over, somewhat surprised.
"The president is still wearing summer pajamas in the winter."
That's right—Chisato was wearing a short-sleeved top and shorts under the quilt.
He didn't have any particular habits; he had just randomly packed a few spare sets of clothes before leaving for the trip, and today he happened to wear this pair of pajamas.
But it didn't make any difference. After all, even if he wore nothing to bed, he wouldn't feel cold while sleeping under the covers.
It was just a coincidence that the clothes they wore today happened to make it easier to move around.
"Hmm…"
Hitori responded breathlessly.
Thanks to Ryo turning on the flashlight, she could now see Chisato's entire face very clearly.
She also saw his defined, sensual waistline peeking out from beneath the slightly lifted hem of his shirt.
"Hmm…"
Hitori covered her face.
She felt something was starting to go wrong in her head.
"Next, put—"
"Um, Ryo! I—I think it would be better not to continue…"
Hitori stammered, interrupting her.
"We've come this far, Pochi-chan. You're not thinking of giving up halfway, are you?"
"But… this is very strange…"
"What's so strange about it?"
As Ryo said this, she reached out her hand.
It wasn't easy to manage with one hand, but she calmly unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of Chisato's shirt under Hitori's stunned gaze.
His bare stomach was now exposed in front of the two girls without any covering.
"Since Pochi-chan is too shy, I'll help a little. But everything else should be done by you."
"...!"
Bang!
Unconsciously, a puff of white smoke seemed to emerge from Hitori's head.
"Unbutton the other buttons of the president's shirt too."
"…"
"Then, open it to both sides…"
"…"
"…"
As Hitori obediently followed instructions and Chisato's upper body lay completely exposed to the air, Ryo couldn't help feeling a bit moved.
Chisato's figure truly belonged to the rare kind that was pleasing to the eye—well-defined muscles that didn't feel excessive, and an overall aesthetic balance.
It was just like… those body art sculptures you'd see in the art classroom.
"…Cold?"
Hitori stared curiously at Ryo's hand resting on Chisato's abdomen and asked with a confused tone.
Ryo calmly lifted her hand, then reached out to take Hitori's hand, guiding her palm onto Chisato's stomach.
Just as Hitori was about to speak, she noticed something odd.
Inside the tent where they were, another small "tent" was slowly rising.
Following Ryo's line of sight, Hitori also noticed the unnatural change.
The two of them stared at each other in silence for a moment—then quickly looked away in panic.
"You… you see? Just like I said. Even while sleeping, the body can still react to certain movements and stimuli from the outside world."
"Ah… Y-Yeah, yeah!"
"So, the next step is the most important."
"I—What should I do!?"
"…Unbutton your own pajamas, slowly lower your head, and gently rub your face against the president's chest."
Ryo calmed herself down and gave instructions in the most composed and reliable tone she could manage.
Although she had no personal experience, she had a general idea of the process after witnessing the entire scene in the closet the previous night.
Although I don't understand the reasoning or principle behind it, in short, it should be fine if I just follow the steps demonstrated by Eriri and Utaha at the time.
"This is all for the president."
Seeing that Hitori was still hesitating from shyness, Ryo decided to play her trump card.
"Pochi-chan, you don't want the president to keep all that fatigue bottled up inside and be unable to release it, right?"
At this point, it no longer had much to do with the original idea of "relieving physical fatigue."
"I—I understand…"
Hitori's rationality had already crumbled the moment she saw Chisato's body.
Now, her mind was a complete blur, and Ryo was essentially controlling her actions from behind the scenes.
Whatever Ryo said, she would accept it without resistance.
She ended up doing as she was told.
Though her movements were a little slow, she obediently pressed her cheek against Chisato's chest.
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