>>5640091Your eyes widen and you have a quick look at your own situation.
Relief. You’re at least wearing your Juban, the underclothes traditionally worn under a yukata.
They’re in quite a state though, the belt has come untied – leaving your stomach exposed and the hem has ridden up your leg to allow easy access for intruding hands.
You toss your part of the covers aside and quickly fix your clothing, pulling the belt of your Juban tight to make sure it doesn’t loosen again.
Watase Yoko is lounging on an elbow, watching you, <span class="mu-g">“…I mean, since we’re both here we could still…?”</span> she says.
<span class="mu-g">“No,”</span> you reply flatly, <span class="mu-g">“I think you’ve had your hands on me quite enough…”</span>
In response, Watase Yoko tosses the covers aside completely, <span class="mu-g">“I don’t mind returning the favour,”</span> she says, <span class="mu-g">“Have at it…”</span>
How can she be so shameless like that…
What she did to you earlier was straight-up sexual harassment, wasn’t it?
Not like you can tell anyone without mentioning everything that preceded it.
You sigh. Forget it.
She’s an absolute lecher, but she cared enough to get you into a bed – even if that bed ended up being her own.
It thankfully wasn’t necessary, but you would’ve been grateful that she was there if your body ended up handling the liquor poorly.
You pick up Watase’s clothing and toss them at her, <span class="mu-g">“Get dressed,”</span> you say.
After glancing around the room, you’ve finally located the clock, it won’t be long until they serve breakfast and it’ll be suspicious if the both of you are absent after the other managers saw you both at the bar yesterday.
You put your yukata back on as it is the only clothing you have on hand.
Ah, your head hurts. Your mouth and throat feel like they haven’t seen a sip of water in days.
You would rather just stay in bed for the rest of the day, but instead you have to deal with all this.
Watase is happy to just stay in bed and watch you get dressed.
Once you’re fully dressed, she reaches for her own clothes.
<span class="mu-g">“I don’t get how you can be so calm about all this,”</span> you say.
<span class="mu-g">“Morning after can always be a bit awkward if drinking is involved, no?”</span> she says, sniffing some of yesterday’s clothes.
They pass whatever low standard she has for them and begins to get dressed.
Are you overreacting?
No, normal people don’t behave like this.
This girl is just thinking too little of this.
<span class="mu-g">“Get your phone out,”</span> you say to Watase, rubbing your temples, <span class="mu-g">“We need to share numbers.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“And here I was thinking you felt nothing for me,”</span> she says in a playful tone while getting dressed.
