After taking his dose of perv-beating from both Serica and Yura, Kentaro finally got himself dressed. His mind wandered, not just to Aria's story and the pain she had gone through, but also to one other thing.

A very, very vivid memory he couldn't erase.

The sensation of soft warmth pressing against his face.

The full-body view of a girl who looked like a fallen angel sprawled across the floor.

Two bouncing reminders that no man alive could forget.

Kentaro froze mid-thought and blushed furiously, staring into his clothes as if the fabric itself might save him from sin. He quickly shook his head, muttering under his breath, begging forgiveness from God, before finally heading outside.

There, waiting for him, was Aria.

She was sitting on a bench that separated the women's and men's changing areas, her crimson hair now fully restored from the sealing, no longer frayed with green, but pure, reborn red. She wore a black mini-skirt-style dress with a white top beneath, simple yet daring, and on her, it looked… Dangerous. Cute, elegant, and far too tempting all at once.

Kentaro's heart thudded. She looks… Amazing.

"H-hey, Aria," he called softly, doing his best to act cool and composed. But every time he looked at her, the bath scene replayed in his head like torture, sending heat down his body in ways he didn't want to admit.

Aria turned at his voice, blushing as well. But hers wasn't embarrassment from nudity; it was the aftershock of having told him everything, of crying in front of him, of being comforted by his touch. She squeezed her hands between her thighs and closed her legs tightly, as though to physically restrain her fluster.

Kentaro, still battling his own, sat down beside her. His face was red for entirely different reasons.

"Hey, Aria, about what happened there… You know, that's jus-" He tried to explain the sealing process, but Aria quickly shook her head, smiling.

"No, I understand. Tenka explained everything to me, so please don't feel weird about it. But…" She paused, tilting her head up, finger resting on her lips. "You know what happened afterwards? I woke up lying on the bench, but I could hear Serica and Yura shouting like crazy. And… It sounded like someone getting beaten up."

Kentaro froze, laughing nervously. There was no way in hell he was going to tell her the truth, that he'd accidentally used her bare chest as a bouncy castle.

"Hahaha, no, no… It's just those two, you know. Serica's lively, but Yura's normally the opposite. The more time she spends with Serica, the more… Animated she gets, hehe." He rubbed the back of his head, forcing a laugh.

Aria's blush deepened as she watched him. She could see the care in his voice when he spoke about Serica and Yura. And quietly, almost like a whisper too soft for anyone to hear, she muttered.

"…I want you to look at me like that, too."

"Huh?" Kentaro blinked, leaning closer. "Aria? Did you say something?"

Her head dipped lower, hiding her face. "…."

Kentaro furrowed his brows, leaning closer and closer, until he could just barely see her eyes through the curtain of her hair. The faint smell of her shampoo tickled his nose.

Then, something brushed against him.

Lips.

Her lips.

Kentaro's eyes flew open wide, but Aria's face was already crimson, her pale porcelain skin redder than her hair. She was trembling, her courage gathered into this one impossible act.

Kentaro knew he shouldn't do anything stupid. So instead, he closed his eyes. He let the kiss linger, melt, and consume him. Her lips were soft, moist, perfect. It made his body feel weak, made his heart race.

For Aria, it was everything.

To kiss someone she truly loved, the one who saved her from despair, who lifted her out of loneliness. There was no one else she could imagine giving this first to.

When they finally parted, Kentaro stared at her, confused, happy, overwhelmed. She quickly looked down again, steam practically bursting from her head.

"I… I want you to look at me, the way you do Serica and Yura…" She whispered, every syllable trembling.

Kentaro froze. To him, it was something so obvious, something he'd already intended from the start. But to her? It was a desperate, fragile wish.

He smiled. Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder. She flinched, then looked up at him, eyes watery with embarrassment. To reassure her, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Aria's eyes widened, then softened. That one kiss said a thousand words.

"Of course I will, Aria," Kentaro said with a small laugh. "From the day I met you, that was always going to be the case."

Her lips trembled into a smile as she giggled through her tears, finally resting her head on his shoulder. For the first time, the weight of her past felt like it was lifting.

The moment didn't last. The door creaked open, and Tenka appeared, arms folded. Her eyes flicked between Kentaro and Aria before narrowing knowingly.

"Aria, sorry to break this up, but HQ needs to run some tests. We need to make sure you're fully stable before you can roam freely."

Aria nodded with a smile, giving Kentaro one last look before walking off.

Tenka narrowed her eyes at Kentaro. "You didn't do anything funny to her..."

"Of course not! What do you mean, did I do anything funny?!"

Tenka's gaze lingered on him for a second longer. "Very well then, you, Serica, and Yura can explore Tokyo for a bit. But don't get too comfy, we're leaving as soon as Aria's tests are done." She said, cheeks blushing slightly, before she left.

Kentaro sighed and nodded. Just as he did, Serica and Yura stepped out from their own bath time. Their damp hair gave off a heavenly scent, and when their eyes locked with his, his heart skipped.

Serica blushed, glancing away shyly, before walking toward him. Yura's eyes widened, almost betrayed, as she hissed,"HEY, SERICA, WHAT ABOUT THE PLAN?!"

But Serica didn't listen.

She sat down right where Aria had been, her soft chest pressing tightly against Kentaro's arm. His face turned crimson. This… This has to be on purpose!

Serica looked at him with wide, puppy-dog eyes that no man could resist.

"I-I'm sorry, Kentaro… F-for getting mad at you earlier." Her voice was trembling, almost a plea. She leaned her head gently on his shoulder. "I hope you can forgive me."

Kentaro's chest squeezed. He hadn't even been mad. If anything, he thought he deserved the beating. But still, seeing Serica like this, he couldn't help but smile.

Yura, on the other hand, was still standing there, her face red and angry, like some promise had been broken. She scowled at Serica, who was hugging Kentaro tightly and deliberately avoiding eye contact.

"Damn you, snow woman…" Yura muttered.

Instead of taking the empty seat on Kentaro's other side, Yura marched forward, grabbed Serica by the collar, and yanked her off. Thanks to Yura's Alberline strength and her lack of control, Serica practically flew. She crashed to the ground face-first, legs kicking up in the air like a flipped snail.

Before Kentaro could even react, Yura plopped herself down and hugged him tightly, pressing herself against him with a stubborn pout. Her stern, confident expression quickly melted into a blush.

"I-I-I'm sorry too, Kentaro… It's just… When I saw what I saw, I got angry, and-"

Kentaro smiled warmly, cutting her off. "It's all good, Yura. Please don't think I'd ever hate you over this. I could never."

He reached out and gently stroked her hair. Yura's face went even redder, her smaller, but still very much present chest pressed against his arm.

Behind them, Serica shot up from her humiliating position, her cheeks burning as she spotted Yura basking in Kentaro'sattention… And even getting a head pat.

"GRRRR…" Serica scowled, her eyes narrowing.

Yura glanced back at her with a smug little smile, tightening her grip on Kentaro's arm.

Kentaro, caught in the middle, could practically feel the sparks of murder brewing. He opened his mouth to intervene-

But Serica was already smiling.

Not the nice kind of smile.

The kind that radiated killing intent.

"Hey, Yura…" She said sweetly, her teeth grinding behind her lips.

"Hmph. What is it, snow woman?" Yura shot back with a scowl.

Kentaro tried desperately to mediate. "G-Guys, there's literally another seat on the other-"

Ignored.

Serica's eyes flicked to a laundry basket by the door, filled with another woman's clothes and lingerie. Without hesitation, she dragged it forward and placed it down. Her smile never wavered, but there was no kindness behind it.

"Since you love clothes so much, why don't you just sit in here? I'm sure you'll love it."

"Foolish request. I will not leave this seat. It was you who betrayed our plan!" Yura snapped, hugging Kentaro even tighter.

Serica's eye twitched, a little anime vein popping on her forehead. She stood up, her presence sharp and icy. Yura, sensing it, rose as well. Alberline against Alberline, the battle lines were drawn.

Kentaro gulped. Oh no. This is about to turn into a war…

"Stop hogging him, jerk!" Serica barked, yanking Kentaro's right arm toward her.

"Get your ice hands off him!" Yura snapped, clinging to his left arm. "You always hog him, and if you keep touching him, you'll freeze him solid!"

"LET GO."

"YOU let go!"

And so it began: Kentaro was pulled back and forth like a human wishbone, their chests squishing against him with every tug, each bounce and press more dangerous than the last. His shirt began to stretch dangerously.

"G-Girls, please, this shirt was limited edition!"

SKRRRRT.

The shirt ripped.

The force sent Serica flying backwards with Kentaro crashing down on top of her, straight into the very basket of clothes she'd so smugly prepared for Yura.

"Wah?!" Serica squeaked as Kentaro toppled over her.

Yura froze, wide-eyed, still holding half of Kentaro's torn shirt.

And then.

The door creaked open.

An old man walked in, wearing nothing but a towel barely covering his jewels.

As Kentaro slid on the floor, dazed, his head tilted up… Directly into the worst possible angle.

The towel slipped.

His eyes locked on the nightmare.

"Ahh, young love…" The old man said cheerfully, flexing his arms. "Don't get too rowdy now. I've just come back from a hard, sweaty day of work."

Kentaro's eyes widened in pure horror. A woman's body could make him flustered, embarrassed… But a man's? No. That was trauma. That was a curse. That was hell itself.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Kentaro screamed like a murder victim, flailing in despair.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" Both Serica and Yura shrieked in unison, their faces red from second-hand embarrassment as the old man simply laughed.

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