For a moment, Lu Chen genuinely wanted to do something to Noshiro. This had little to do with desire.
Regardless of the initial cause, he had indeed released his desire that afternoon, allowing him to be more rational when interacting with the girl. However, he still wanted to do something to Noshiro. He wanted to know what Noshiro considered 'crossing the line' and how much effort he would need to put in to make her smile.
But in the end, he did nothing. He just placed his hands around Noshiro's waist, quietly feeling her warm body, fragrant scent, and… the girl's weight.
Noshiro only looked small-chested. In reality, her figure was quite curvy. Before touching, based only on sight, Noshiro seemed to have the smallest chest of all the girls he had met today.
Wait, didn't I also see a pink-haired girl? She seemed to be the flattest one, I almost mistook her gender.
In any case, whether it was Taihou, Friedrich, or Hutten, their figures were significantly better than Noshiro's. However, after feeling her now, Lu Chen found that Noshiro was also excellent; she had the most perfect golden ratio. The others were perhaps a bit too big.
Of course, if you asked whether "big" was good or bad, Lu Chen's answer would be: yes.
"Are you thinking something rude?" Noshiro sensed something and asked in a low voice.
Lu Chen asked, "Wouldn't thinking something not rude be disrespectful to you?"
Noshiro considered this. What Lu Chen said made some sense. She said haltingly, "Then you are only allowed to think about me, at least for these ten minutes."
"I think we can extend the time a bit."
"It can't be too long. You definitely won't be able to resist doing something," Noshiro said softly.
Lu Chen said, "I'm pondering a question."
"What?" Noshiro placed one hand on Lu Chen's chest. She felt her body acting strangely. She tried to use her palm to separate herself and Lu Chen, preventing him from feeling the changes in her body directly, and also to feel Lu Chen's heartbeat.
Noshiro was wearing a thin, soft camisole underneath her JK uniform.
"What words will make you happy?"
"Why do you need to make me happy…" Noshiro realized what Lu Chen meant and quickly braced herself on Lu Chen's chest to sit up, a blush flashing across her pretty face. "I'm not playing along with your nonsense anymore."
His arms suddenly felt empty. Lu Chen pleaded, "Lie with me a little longer. I promise I won't do anything strange."
"No, I can't," Noshiro stood up, her voice flustered. "If I lie down any longer, I can't guarantee I'll be able to hold back. I clearly wasn't ready, but—but I can't control myself. I'm craving you. This feeling is terrible. I don't mean you are terrible; I just—I need to calm down!"
She knew what was happening. As an Oath Ship, her resistance to Lu Chen was close to zero. Forget sweet talk; just feeling Lu Chen's presence was enough to make her feel aroused. She was afraid she would become strange if she stayed any longer.
Noshiro had a unique trait: she could easily utter words that Lu Chen would consider no less impactful than a confession, yet the girl was completely unaware, thinking it was normal, everyday communication. Her sense of normalcy was deeply flawed.
Noshiro rushed into the bathroom to splash water on her face. After taking a few deep breaths and composing herself, she walked out and said to Lu Chen, "Go take a shower, and bring your clothes out to me afterward. I need to do the laundry."
"I'll do that. You've been busy all day," Lu Chen declined Noshiro's offer. Letting the girl handle all the housework while he cavorted with a delinquent girl felt too wrong. Even though Noshiro was oddly unconcerned, his guilt was growing wildly.
"What's the difference? We're just throwing clothes into the washing machine. It's the same no matter who does it," Noshiro asked in confusion.
"Oh, right. Never mind then," Lu Chen had assumed Noshiro was going to hand-wash the clothes.
Noshiro chuckled softly. "That includes the intimate wear, of course. We have a special washing machine for those. Don't imagine I'm doing it by hand."
She had a gentle girlfriend personality and enjoyed taking care of housework, but that didn't mean she wouldn't use tools. Of course, she wouldn't mind hand-washing, but there was a saying, too much of a good thing. Lu Chen was clearly becoming reserved toward her, and continuing down that path would only create a sense of distance.
At her words, Lu Chen did feel a sense of relief. It would indeed be too much if Noshiro had to do everything.
Lu Chen returned to the room and took a set of casual clothes from the closet. He saw that he had pajamas, but he didn't plan to wear them, as he didn't have the habit of sleeping in pajamas.
I don't have the habit of sleeping in pajamas, yet I own a pair. Wait, more than one? Lu Chen held up the pajamas to measure them. They were the right size, tailor-made for him. Why was that?
Lu Chen vaguely sensed something. He had some understanding of himself, but it wasn't detailed. Just like his girlfriend Noshiro, everything about this place reeked of strangeness. Fortunately, so far, it seemed to bear him no ill will.
"The water is ready. You can take your shower now," Noshiro's voice called from outside the door.
"Coming," Lu Chen put down the pajamas, temporarily setting the issue aside.
There was a bathtub in the bathroom, which didn't surprise Lu Chen at all. The apartment's decoration was already quite luxurious; a bathtub was nothing. The biggest question was why he, alone, was living in such a large house.
"A house this big must be hard to clean, right?" Lu Chen asked.
Noshiro was outside the glass door, organizing clothes. A curtain separated them, so Lu Chen didn't have to worry about exposure. Even without the curtain, it would be the same; he wouldn't be the one losing out, anyway.
Noshiro was holding Lu Chen's shirt in her left hand and his pants in her right, deep in thought.
Should I smell them? Just once. Everyone always jokes about collecting the Commander's intimate apparel. If I just smell them, that's not creepy, right?
Noshiro hesitated for a long time, but eventually tossed all of Lu Chen's clothes into the washing machine. The Commander was taking a bath just through the wall, and she was here sniffing his clothes. It seemed too petty.
Hearing Lu Chen's question, she flinched slightly and patted her chest. "Yes, it is very difficult. That's why I don't clean it. Maids come every few days to do the housekeeping."
"Maids? Like the ones at your café? Do they provide house calls?" Lu Chen asked.
Noshiro shook her head, then realized Lu Chen couldn't see her actions. Her face reddened slightly. She reached under her skirt, pulled off her black tights, revealing her long, smooth legs. "We are cosplayers; we just wear maid costumes. We aren't real maids. Their job is genuinely to be maids, serving for the sake of service."
"Like the maids of the nobility in the history of the Great English Empire?"
"You mean the Royal Navy girls, right? Yes, most of them come from the Royal Factions," Noshiro unzipped her JK skirt and tossed it, along with the black tights, into the washing machine. "And they are very capable. You will definitely like them."