Chapter 54: Failure to Confirm the White Stuff

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First of all, I needed to salvage my memories from yesterday or I couldn’t even begin to process this.

Let’s see, I was force-fed alcohol by those guys who were harboring lustful feelings for Mahiro… and I didn’t know if I started feeling good or sick, but my brain got paralyzed from it.

Paralyzed…

What is this? My sense of self is completely missing. What the f**k, this is terrifying.

In terms of objective memories…

• I got banned from the venue after mowing down the guys who started picking a fight with me.
• I was challenged to a drinking contest by Yoshizaki-san, who was trying to take Temari home, and I won.
• The men who were raging for Mahiro gave up on her and set their sights on the dead-drunk Yoshizaki-san instead, which somehow swept the issue of paying for the broken equipment under the rug.
• I was trying to head home while being guided by Naegi-san.

…Flashes of footage like that remained in my head, albeit covered in a heavy mosaic.

Looking around the room once more, I realized that this was probably Naegi-san’s apartment.

First, I was relieved it wasn’t a love hotel.

Or rather, no matter how unconscious or drunk they were, there was no way Temari and Mahiro would ever agree to enter a love hotel with me.

However, why was the owner of the place, Naegi-san, nowhere to be found?

No, wait, there’s something way more important right now.

The state that me, Temari, and Mahiro were in—was it post-coital or not?

If it was post-coital, I’d want to lament the fact that the memories had completely dropped out of my brain.

I couldn’t even confirm whether we actually did the deed in the first place, memories included.

My junk is just leaking a bit of pre-cum anyway.

I’ve got it.

If it was post-coital, I definitely hadn’t prepared beforehand, so there was no doubt I didn’t wear a rubber.

Well, putting aside the fact that it was an absolutely massive problem from the perspective of STDs or unwanted pregnancies.

That meant, if we did do it, my white alter-egos had to be splattered somewhere.

At worst, there was even a chance of pregnancy.

I got a little chills down my spine.

But right now, I had to confirm it with my own two eyes.

No, wait, confirm? I’d figure that out instantly.

Looking around, nothing was splattered anywhere nearby.

Does that mean, by some sheer f*****g chance, my 300 million clones made it to the deepest depths of the female body…?

Eh, am I going to become a dad at this age?

Wait, wait, wait, before I even managed to get a proper girlfriend, I became a dad from a one-night mistake and now it’s a guaranteed one-way ticket to the graveyard of life for the three of us?

“I’m Pappa.”

“I’m Mamma.”

“I am Minami Haruo.”

Children are gods, aren’t they…

I forcefully canceled out the flashing memories that were starting to run through my brain.

The thought of this room turning into a literal catacomb gave me the creeps.

I didn’t want to think of myself as an unhinged guy who would do rubberless activities like that.

I wanted to quickly confirm my innocence and put my mind at ease.

As expected, a visual inspection was the only way.

…However, another huge dilemma popped up here.

Did I do the deed with Temari or Mahiro?

There was no way I’d actually done it with both of them… right? But after everything that had happened, I couldn’t rule anything out anymore.

Maybe alcohol had unlocked some insane side of me that dove headfirst into hardcore threeway acrobatics.

Give me a f*****g break!

Dreams were dreams because they never came true.

If my very first experience had been a threeway, my tastes would probably have ended up completely f****d. I’d wind up only being able to get hard if there were two big-titted girls around.

At my age, my personality and fetishes were already set in stone—no fixing them now, damn it.

This is bad, really bad!(dont touch)

My happy sex life was about to turn into a living hell, whether I pushed in or pulled out!

At the very least, it had to stay limited to a front-door v*gina and a back-door an*l!!

Panicking harder than ever, I sprang up in an instant and got out of bed to directly inspect their ‘little houses in the big woods’.

First, I went with Temari, since she seemed more likely to create that kind of atmosphere.

“…Nn, nnn?”

However, just as I ripped away the annoying towel blanket covering her, Temari woke up.

Is there no God, or did Temari wake up precisely because there is one?

It’s probably the latter. I might need to hit up a church for confession after this.

“…Ah, Temari, how’s the hangover?”

I made eye contact with Temari.

We froze.

This positioning is extremely bad too! It looks exactly like I’m trying to force myself on her.

“…Y-Y-You… What the hell are you doinggg!!!”

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“He saw he saw he saw he saw he saw he saw he saw he saw, Yuuya saaaaawww…”

Temari, apparently naked earlier after stripping off her vomit-covered clothes, now sat in the corner with her knees pulled up, wearing half-dry clothes and enduring sheer humiliation.

Did she piss herself because she was drunk, so she had to wash her panties too? The thought crossed my mind, but I kept my mouth shut for her privacy.

Even so, half-dry clothes were bad enough, but half-dry panties had to feel absolutely miserable. Temari’s complexion looked worse than yesterday, bright red yet somehow pale blue.

She should have just borrowed Naegi-san’s underwear. Maybe she’s extremely particular about what she wears, or maybe she simply couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Also, sitting with her knees pulled up while wearing a skirt left everything wide open for the world to see, though I won’t specify what exactly.

In the end, the impact of my getting kicked immediately woke Mahiro up as well. Both of them scrambled to put their clothes on, abruptly ending my heavenly situation.

If it was going to end like this, maybe I should have savored the view a little longer. I don’t care if that makes me a sleazebag.

After all, I have zero memories of actually having a good time yesterday.

“By the way… about yesterday. Nothing happened… right? Right!?”

“…Eh?”

Figuring there was no point dancing around it, I asked the question outright, earning nothing but a bewildered squeak from Mahiro.

“Yuuya… you seriously don’t remember?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t be asking.”

“…Eh? Eeeh?”

Judging from Temari’s reaction earlier, I wanted to believe nothing had happened between us.

But Mahiro only looked more and more exasperated as she began recounting everything that had happened yesterday.

“Even the part where Yoshizaki-senpai barged in and caused that whole mess…?”

“…Huh?”

There was no way I could admit I had absolutely no memory of any of it. I’d probably get chewed out the second I did.

…Wait a minute…

Was Naegi-san nowhere to be seen because she ended up dealing with Yoshizaki-san instead…?