>>5635845After a moment of wheezing, Kaiba recovers, <span class="mu-g">“I wanted to, but…”</span>
Enatsu Mari suddenly stands and wags a disapproving finger, <span class="mu-g">“We just ate!”</span> she says, <span class="mu-g">“My mom says you can’t go swimming after you eat. So, we have to wait at least an hour!”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“And that’s why…”</span> says Kaiba, <span class="mu-g">“We’ll be going after this game, I think…”</span>
You nod, <span class="mu-g">“Alright then,”</span> you say, <span class="mu-g">“I’m off to the massage parlour for now, enjoy your game!”</span>
The both of them wave Nagata goodbye as she heads off.
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Much like the hot spring, the massage parlour has a separate section for men and women.
You open the curtain, look inside, and immediately close it again. Of all people…
<span class="mu-g">“Come on, don’t be shy,”</span> says a velvety, yet assertive voice coming from within.
<span class="mu-g">“I didn’t know you had to be n-naked for this,”</span> you say, <span class="mu-g">“I didn’t see anything.”</span>
That’s a lie. Everything was on display. Everything.
<span class="mu-g">“Don’t be weird about it,”</span> says the voice coming from the other side of the curtain, <span class="mu-g">“It’s nothing you wouldn’t have seen if we had bumped into each other in the hot spring.”</span>
Well, that’s true, you suppose.
But the location matters, right?
Maybe it was just a moment of panic.
<span class="mu-g">“Fine, I’ll cover up,”</span> says the voice, going quiet for a moment, <span class="mu-g">“There. Happy?”</span>
You carefully open the curtain and once again see Watase Yoko sitting there.
This should’ve been embarrassing for her, too, but she’s just sitting there – smirking.
Seems like she managed to find a towel, but it’s way too small.
It’s more like a modesty cloth from the hot spring than a proper towel.
<span class="mu-g">“Calmed down a bit?”</span> asks Watase Yoko, then gingerly lifts a corner of the towel, <span class="mu-g">“…or do you want …more?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“I’m fine! Thank you!”</span> you shout.
A sly smile forms on Watase’s lips, <span class="mu-g">“You’re Nagata-san, right? The one that organized the trip?”</span> she says, <span class="mu-g">“I don’t think we’ve had proper introductions.”</span>
Watase rises to give you a western greeting, a handshake.
This unfortunately means the small cloth she was using to cover up immediately falls down.
Be strong, Nagata Miho. There’s a chance she’ll try to walk all over you if you flinch here!
Watase probably doesn’t even care that you’re a manager. She’ll do it!
You grab hold of her hand and try your best to retain eye-contact, but you feel a blush coming on.
It’s not because she’s naked or anything, there’s just this weird vibe in the room.
