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Bokue hadn't expected Asagi's call to finally come now, after waiting all morning without hearing from her.
Nothing to do but explain (make excuses) first.
"What? Covering for Natsuki-sensei? You?"
Asagi wasn't an unreasonable girl. After hearing Bokue's explanation (excuses), her volume dropped along with her anger.
After all, she'd thought Bokue had stayed out all night fooling around with other women. But now she learned he'd actually been working.
The atmosphere suddenly turned a bit... awkward.
"Can't be helped."
Bokue shrugged, pulling out the same explanation he'd given Sayaka and La Folia.
"Last night's incident was caused by Yuuma and me. Your teacher Natsuki didn't sleep all night writing reports—she's catching up on sleep in the upstairs break room now... Oh right, Sayaka and La Folia just came to see Kanon. I helped them with the passes."
The blonde girl on the phone paused: "Kanon? Oh... wait, I remember. The girl they call the 'Middle School Saint' at our school, right? Silver-white hair, speaks really softly..."
But before she could finish, Bokue felt a pleasant scent approaching, along with the soft touch of a girl's cheek against the back of his hand holding the phone.
"Hello, is this Aiba-senpai? I'm Kanon Kanase—we met at the chapel behind school before... Big Brother is here with Princess La Folia and Miss Kirasaka at the Special Security Force headquarters visiting me. Please don't worry..."
"I-I wasn't worried about him!"
Suddenly feeling like she was being comforted by a younger girl, Asagi reflexively protested.
"It's just that he never told me, not even a text. Now that I know, it's fine. Alright, alright, enough about that. So Bokue, when can you come back?"
When could he return...
Bokue thought for a moment, then gave a fairly standard quitting time.
"Probably around five o'clock."
"Five o'clock, huh..."
Asagi immediately sounded dissatisfied again.
But the youth's next words instantly cheered her up.
"When I'm done here at five, I'll come pick you up. We can have dinner in the city center—how's that?"
Bokue suggested.
"Hmm..."
Asagi's tone clearly wavered.
"Just the two of us?"
Though he knew she couldn't see through the phone, Bokue still nodded affirmatively.
"Right, just us two."
"Well, okay then. Five o'clock it is... Remember to be on time."
As if still worried, the blonde girl added one more reminder at the end.
Only after triple-checking did Asagi hang up, half-reluctant, half-expectant.
On Bokue's side, La Folia had been watching the whole time. Only after seeing "Call Ended" on his phone screen did she speak with a smile:
"Covering shifts while coaxing your girlfriend—Bokue-kun really has it tough."
"It's fine."
Bokue rubbed his temple with the phone's edge.
In this information age, the internet had examples of everything. Compared to those, a girl like Asagi who could be appeased just by promising to spend the evening with her was already at peak sweet-and-innocent levels.
"You all keep chatting here. I need to check upstairs—if Natsuki's awake, I can leave early."
Yawning and leaving those words behind, Bokue waved and vanished from the underground medical room.
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Going upstairs to check wasn't just an excuse to leave, like saying you need a smoke during a family dinner.
Bokue really did go check. After confirming Natsuki was still unconscious, he came back down, bringing the idle Astarte from the office with him.
Then began a cycle of going upstairs every twenty minutes and coming back down.
The afternoon passed quickly this way.
Sayaka and La Folia left around four o'clock.
After seeing them off, when Bokue returned to the upstairs break room at 4:20, he found the gothic girl who'd been sleeping on the sofa under a blanket was now awake, staring at the ceiling with ice-blue eyes as if lost in thought.
"Awake already?" Bokue approached the sofa, leaning over with his head tilted. "How do you feel?"
"...What do you think?" Natsuki glanced at him once before looking away. "After what you did to me, I don't even dare move right now."
"What, afraid it'll leak out?"
Such a crude comment naturally didn't come from Bokue.
Looking toward the voice, the classical twelve-layered beauty on the bed had apparently enjoyed a nice afternoon nap. She sat on the bed's edge with crossed legs, looking radiant and rosy, leisurely sipping hot water from a disposable paper cup.
Wait, that cup looked like the one he'd had Astarte use for coffee earlier...
Bokue recognized it at a glance.
"Tokoyogi Aya, you...!"
Natsuki noticed her too. The memory of being pressed down by Aya's shoulders in this very break room, nearly impaled completely, instantly flooded back. She pushed against the sofa to confront her.
But the next second, the cool sensation from behind made the gothic girl freeze, clutching the blanket tightly to her chest.
She'd almost forgotten—her clothes had been stripped clean earlier. Under the blanket covering her now, she was completely bare.
But Natsuki also realized another issue.
After what Bokue had done to her—to put it crudely, she'd been worked over to the point of prolapse—yet now her body felt no pain at all? Even felt somewhat light?
"This is..."
The gothic girl moved her body in disbelief, even pressing on her lower abdomen.
Bokue sat down on the empty sofa space, propping his cheek on his hand.
"Don't worry, I definitely wouldn't hurt you. I was already healing everything as we went."
Natsuki: "..."
What was this, convenience for endless future sessions?
"Seems you still don't understand, Natsuki Minamiya. Did you think when I told you to 'enjoy it fully' I was actually mocking you?"
Aya finished the hot water in one gulp, casually placing the cup on the nightstand as she lifted her face proudly.
"When faced with things you can't change, rather than raging impotently, it's better to accept them gracefully. That's what you taught me during those ten years in the Prison Barrier. Now it's your turn... Though 'gracefully accepting' isn't quite right, since doing this kind of thing feels pretty good anyway, doesn't it?"
"...As the former Grand Secretary of the Library, don't you feel any shame saying such things?" Natsuki's mouth twitched—she could barely listen anymore.
"Shame?"
Aya looked away, twirling a strand of hair by her ear as if casual.
"I think someone with such a small body who can spray three times my volume has no right to talk about that."
"TO! KO! YO! GI! AYA!!!"
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